Petr strokes Lev’s head gently, but keeps a tight grip on the leash. The leather collar is slightly too large for Lev. Yuri pulls away from Lev’s kiss and stands in front of them. It’s the same routine Yuri has done countless times - stroking his cock over his pants, slowly unbuttoning them, reaching into his underwear and slowly pulling out a pocket knife. Lev’s eyes widen as Yuri flicks open the blade. Petr smiles.
“Oh, were you expecting to see something else?” Yuri asks sarcastically. He grabs his growing erection through his underwear.
“Don’t hurt me.” Lev’s voice cracks as he pleads. Petr yanks on the leash, causing Lev to fall backwards into his lap. Yuri grabs Lev’s legs.
“Faggots like you go home with strange men all the time.” Yuri cackles. “Do you expect to get something out of it every time?”
Lev gasps. The collar pushes against his throat. He tries to fight but Petr grabs one of his hands and pins it to his chest. Yuri grins like a madman. He keeps Lev’s legs above his head as he slices a hole in the crotch of Lev’s pants. His brow furrows for a second.
“Petr, the boy’s got a cunt.” Yuri says. He’s thrown off track. Petr is not. They hadn’t talked through this specific scenario, no, but they can destroy him no matter what Lev has.
“So you’re castrated already, huh?” Petr sneers at Lev. Lev’s face is bright red. Tears form in his eyes.
“Don’t cry, my boy.” Petr smacks Lev on the cheek. “We should thank you. You saved us from having to do it ourselves.”
Lev covers his face with his hands. Petr glances at Yuri. The edge of the blade gleams in his hand.
“Isn’t it a shame? He’ll never know how good it feels to have a cock.” Petr looks between Yuri and the knife. Yuri grins as he realizes what Petr is talking about.
“We should help him, huh?” Yuri says. He puts the knife down and grabs the jar of fat they hid under a pillow. The knife’s handle is dipped in grease, then shoved inside Lev’s cunt. The blade sticks out. A dangerous erection. Lev begins to weep.
“What kind of man are you!?” Petr snarls. “You have a cock now! Look!”
He pushes Lev up. Lev uncovers his eyes. He sees the knife blade pointing out of his cunt and cries louder. Yuri pinches Lev’s inner thigh and he screams. The knife’s slides further into Lev. The blade brushes up against his cunt lips.
“Careful.” Yuri pulls the knife out farther. He covers his cock in fat and presses it against Lev’s asshole. A little pushing and Yuri’s cock slides in. Lev’s scream is cut off by the pressure of the collar against his throat. Petr slaps his hand around Lev’s mouth as he grips the leash tightly. He watches Yuri fuck the man. The knife in Lev’s cunt bounces slightly. It seems dangerously close to being entirely sheathed inside the crying man. Yuri holds the flat side of the blade with two fingers in order to keep it up. One finger slides down and rubs at Lev’s real cock, the little one that hides until a man is aroused. Petr can’t tell if Lev enjoys this. Not that it matters.
“You like getting fucked like a real faggot?” Yuri snarls at Lev. “What kind of man wants another man to touch his cock? You disgusting pervert.”
Lev’s cries become quiet whimpers. Yuri thrusts faster. Petr imagines the way Yuri’s beautiful dick must look as it rams home into Lev’s quivering flesh. Yuri squeezes his eyes shut and gasps as he cums. Yuri pulls out, but keeps the knife handle inside Lev’s cunt. Petr releases him - the fight has left Lev entirely - and moves to admire Yuri’s handiwork. Blood and cum drip out of the boy’s hole. Lev turns over on his side and the knife blade falls onto the floor. Tiny drops of blood form on the boy’s cunt lips. The whole scene makes Petr’s cock painfully hard. Yuri wraps his arm around Petr.
“You enjoyed that, Petya?” Yuri murmurs. He strokes Petr’s erection as they kiss. Petr wants this touch to go on forever; he wants to feel Yuri’s strength and perversion for as long as he can. A string of spittle stretches between them as their lips part. Lev begins to sob.
“We have him until morning.” Yuri whispers in Petr’s ear. “Don’t let his crying go to waste.”
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