Reich casually threw the shrunken Rusty into the air, playfully catching him before tossing him upwards again, often letting him fall onto his big, hairy belly, even prodding him into his belly button, then pulling him and occasionally some fluff out to start all over again as Rusty clung on for dear life. The screams of terror from the impudent little foreigner give him great satisfaction. After entertaining himself for ten minutes or so, he then pulled his pants down, revealing a thick, circumsised cock, a depressingly ever present reminder of the Zionist occupation of his great nation and race, and lowered Rusty to it, the tiny screams of 'NON! NON, JE VOUS EN SUPPLIE, NON!' as his little arms and legs waved furiously aroused him greatly.

Rusty screamed even louder as the horrific cock rushed forwards and smacked into him with some force, dazing him slightly. He threw his trembling hands against the mutilated, smegma coated penis tip and pushed back with all his might, but there was never a hope in hell of resisting what was to come next.
His curly hair slid in first, tickling Reich's slit tortuously before his head slipped inside, the loud screams suddenly muffled. Reich's nostrils flared as his chest rose and fell rapidly with pain and pleasure. Slowly, Rusty was pushed fully into his cock. He could feel him struggling inside as his knob twitched and tingled with every movement, making him grunt in satisfaction. He touched the little bulge and watched it wriggle in response to the contact and smirked. He then spent a few minutes carefully prodding and squeezing Rusty down to the base of the shaft and into his scrotum. He then started stroking his cock, focusing on what he must be feeling right now. He also thought about how angry Rusty had made him over the years, mocking and challenging him in both the threads and the Discords, disrespecting his beautiful Aryan tombot waifu, and simply the fact he was one of those awful, arrogant eur*peans who undeservedly looked down upon his great nation. This was righteous payback, years in the making.

He sat down, clicked the /pol/ thumbnail and quickly made a thinly veiled Nandroid thread, the third one today. He began edging while bumping the thread endlessly with images of Yukio accompanied by long, poorly punctuated bile against both trans and biological women as the feeling of naughty, forbidden tickles from Rusty desperately trying to escape his new, foul smelling prison intensified.
After an hour or so, he didn't keep track, he then quickened his masterbation, turned on by the idea of Rusty being shaken to and fro by the rapid movements ,and, as his balls slowly retracted towards his torso in anticipation of the climax, how crushingly claustrophobic it must be in there. After a few minutes of great pleasure, his cock shuddered and shot thick ropes over the cheap carpet in front of his computer. He moaned loudly in the dim trailer, thinking he could hear noises coming from his sweaty sack. He sat back down, shrinking dick in hand, and started fingering his balls, eagerly searching for the aspiring writer and landlord within. He found him, curled in the fetal position, his tiny form trembling delightfully against his mass.

He snorted, lightly patting his drained balls, feeling the vibrations of more muffled, high pitched screaming from his nuts in such a satisfying way. He decided Rusty would remain there for a few days, to think about what he had done, blatantly disrespecting an Aryan Warrior like he had for so many years.