This was at the U.S. Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego in 1967. One guy would whack off after lights out at 2100 and didn't care who knew it. Finally, one of the guys complained to a drill instructor about being distracted by his whacking off.
The drill instructor called the hand job specialist front and center and said that if he "had been with the program" that he wouldn't have any leftover energy for autoeroticism. The drill instructor then called the informer front and center and began to PT (physical training, aka calisthenics) the hell out of both of them.
Hess was an oddball. If Goering knew about his affinity for autoeroticism, my guess is that Hess wasn't shy about it being known.
"What are they going to do, send me to Vietnam?"
A oft heard GI refrain in Vietnam in '68.