Ivan drank quickly. He’d told his wife he’d be here with friends, but he didn’t invite a single person to join him. Hopefully the watered-down vodka wouldn’t be the only thing he got tonight.
Ivan heard about the park from a coworker who complained about being accosted by a man with his pants down. The coworker was furious, ranting about how a man couldn’t walk through a park at night without dealing with cocksuckers, how the police would be hearing about this. “How awful,” Ivan responded, “These men go after unwilling people instead of keeping to their own kind. If they’ll go after you, I don’t want to know what they’ll do with our wives.”
“Yes, see?” The coworker laughed. “A married man gets it!”
Yes, Ivan thought to himself, a married man gets it. He placed the empty glass on the bar and left quickly. Ivan felt as if he was being pulled by the waist. He imagined the man without pants stepping out from behind a bush, his erection welcoming Ivan into the darkness. Any man could be hiding behind those trees. Large men, small men, their hands and hard cocks rising up as Ivan stepped in. Take me, Ivan whispered to himself. I’m willing.
He was sweating by the time he reached the park. He sniffed under his arm and wrinkled his nose. Would the men mind? Would he be able to take it? He’d heard enough stories to know that the homosexuals would be pulled to disgusting things. All he wanted was to feel their cocks. Ivan looked at every bush he passed but saw no one. The park was quiet. It rained a few hours before and everything was slightly damp. Ivan came to a denser part of the park, somewhere where the dim light of the waning moon barely penetrated. He could hear the occasional rustle of leaves, but Ivan couldn’t tell what caused it. Stepping blindly into the darkness would be a bad idea. He’d wait and see who else arrived. A small puddle absorbed into his trousers as Ivan sat down on a bench close by. He could be patient. He’d been patient when he had nothing but the fantasies in his head, the ones that helped him fulfill his duty to his wife. A few hours spent waiting for a man would be nothing compared to the years spent dreaming of his brother-in-law wearing his military uniform.
A lone man passed by. He glanced at Ivan for a moment before making a beeline for the trees. He seemed to melt into the darkness. Ivan followed him as quickly as he could, bumping into tree trunks and getting smacked by branches. Something warm brushed his arm. Ivan turned towards it. He only saw the man’s face briefly when the man struck a match and lit his cigarette. He held the match out towards Ivan.
“I don’t smoke.” Ivan said. The man’s brow furrowed. He snuffed out the match and blew smoke in Ivan’s general direction, making Ivan cough furiously. The burning end of the cigarette moved back behind the trees and out of sight. Ivan huffed. This wouldn’t - couldn’t be the only chance he’d get.
He heard the gentle rustle of something to his left and followed the sound. Ivan imagined that he was a fox, hunting rabbits in the underbrush. The sound came from two men Ivan could not see, only hear and touch. He could feel the head of one bobbing up and down against the other’s lower stomach. The man resting against a tree pushed Ivan away. He walked to the right and brushed up against another man, this one shirtless and sweaty. Ivan grabbed the man’s arms and pulled himself close. The man slid out of his fingers and moved away before Ivan could grab him. Ivan was alone and desperate to catch someone, anyone.
He saw a light flash on and off ahead of him. There was crunching as someone moved quickly past him. Ivan thought about the first man’s match. It’s rude of homosexuals to reject one another without saying a word, Ivan thought. Ivan moved towards where the light had been. It flashed on again and a man bumped against his arm as he fled. Ivan persevered. He would embrace the man the others were so casually rejecting.
The light swung around and blinded him.
“Who are you?” A voice booms. Ivan shielded his eyes and the first thing he saw chilled his blood: an NKVD badge. Two of them, in fact. One on the tall officer holding the flashlight and one on the shorter one standing beside him. Ivan can’t see their faces but he can see their uniforms, all the way down to their dirt-encrusted boots. Even when they’re dirty, they’re stunning to look at.
“Papers, please.” The shorter officer said, holding out his hand.
Ivan pulled out his identification papers, hoping the officer didn’t notice the way he adjusted his erection. The two men used the flashlight to look at his documents before handing them back and blinding him again.
“What are you doing here so late?” The taller officer said.
“I’m on a walk.” Ivan said.
The officer moved the light down to the front of Ivan’s pants.
“Did you see anything you liked?” The taller officer asked with amusement.
Ivan shifted uncomfortably.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Terekhov.” The shorter officer said. “We’re looking for the same thing.”
The shorter officer reached out a hand and caressed Ivan’s face. He was warm and so gentle with his fingertips. The taller officer turned off the flashlight. Ivan felt the men’s cotton uniforms pressing against him. They took turns holding Ivan’s face as they kissed him passionately. Ivan felt their cocks pressing against his thigh.
“You scared me, Officer.” Ivan murmured when the tall one pulled away.
“Call me Yuri.” The tall officer said. “We forgot to change when our shift ended.”
“You could have been in a lot of trouble.” The short one said, placing kisses down Ivan’s neck.
“I’m glad I found you.” Ivan murmured. Something rustled in the distance and Yuri pulled away.
“Let’s go somewhere safe.” Yuri said.
“Yes.” Ivan sighed with pleasure.
* * * * * * *
The men’s touch had been gentle on the walk to the apartment, but the second the apartment door shut behind them the two officers got rougher. The shorter one, who introduced himself as Petr, dug his nails into Ivan’s shoulder as he guided him through the main room and into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. Ivan tried to lean over to kiss Yuri, but Yuri only grabbed his hair. They shoved him roughly towards the bed, but Ivan hit the edge and tumbled to the ground.
“Careful!” Ivan yelped as he sat up.
The two men stood over him. Petr kicked Ivan in the ribs, knocking the wind back out of him. He crumpled to the floor again.
“What do you mean, ‘careful’?” Yuri asked with a sneer.
“My wife will be suspicious if I’m bruised.” Ivan moaned.
Both officers laughed.
“I’m willing.” Ivan protested, getting to his knees. He couldn’t help but stare at the seam in their pants and the way it bulged. “You don’t have to hit me. I’m here because I want it.”
Yuri snickered.
“We know what YOU want, faggot.” Yuri ridiculed him.
Ivan couldn’t deny it. How many times had he fantasized about rubbing his cock against another man’s? Yet this first acknowledgement of his desires stung and Ivan pulled back slightly.
“Do you know what we want?” Yuri asked.
“No.” Ivan said.
Petr clicked his tongue and exchanged a glance with Yuri.
“Guess.” Yuri said.
Ivan tried to reach for Yuri’s cock but Petr grabbed his wrist and twisted. Ivan’s scream of pain was instantly muffled by Yuri. They dragged him onto the bedspread, twisting his arm back until his tendons felt like they would snap. Yuri held Ivan down as Petr climbed on top.
“Do you know what we want now?” Petr grabbed Ivan’s chin and twisted it to face him.
Ivan’s chin was held so tightly he could barely form words. Petr released him and instantly struck him hard across the face. Ivan screamed again. He tried to breathe deeply, tried to turn and look around to see if he could find a way to escape. Petr grabbed his face again.
“We want to see you cry, faggot.” Petr snarled. He spat into Ivan’s right eye. It dripped down the side of his face.
“See? Like that.” Petr snickered. He was grinning maniacally as he removed his shoulder strap.
“Do you think your belt is going to be enough to make him cry?” Yuri asked. He released his grip on Ivan’s arms. He could barely feel his fingers. Maybe he could buck Petr off and get out. Did he know the neighborhood? How would he explain what he was doing here?
“We’ll find out. Roll him on his stomach.” Petr commanded. He finished unbuckling his belt and removed it. Ivan recognized the way he held it. It was the same way his father had when Ivan had been naughty.
“Please…” Ivan whimpered. “My wife…”
The moment Petr stood up, Yuri flipped him onto his stomach. He pulled the handcuffs off his own belt and clamped them onto Ivan.
“Your wife doesn’t have to know you’ve been crying.” Yuri chided him. “We won’t tell her what a coward you’ve been.”
Yuri kept him from looking away by grabbing his hair.
“Nobody has to know you’re a cocksucker.” Yuri cooed.
The belt wrapped around Ivan’s throat. Ivan yelped and gagged and clawed at his throat. Petr sat on him again, holding onto the loose end as if it was a leash. He released the grip, causing Ivan’s head to fall forward as he gasped for air.
“Is he crying?” Petr asked.
Yuri bent over to look into Ivan’s eyes.
“No.” Yuri shook his head. “He’s tougher than the others.”
Yuri pulled his pants down. His erection dangled in front of Ivan’s face. It was thick and short, everything Ivan loved. He could only look at it for a moment before Yuri forced his mouth open and shoved it inside. Ivan’s jaw felt stretched to its limit. Having something so alive and warm in his mouth felt wrong. He felt as if he should spit it out or chew it up and swallow it. Anything to get this thing away from him. Yuri gasped as Ivan bit him.
“Fucker!” Yuri yelled.
The belt tightened again. Ivan gagged. His body was so desperate for air that it shook. He heard Yuri and Petr kissing above him.
The front door clicked open. The fucking stopped. Petr released his grip on the belt. Ivan had never been so grateful to breathe.
“Who is it?” Yuri whispered to Petr.
Ivan opened his mouth and Yuri instantly clamped his hand over it.
“Bathroom.” Petr whispered. They dragged Ivan’s shivering body into the cramped bathroom. Yuri held Ivan close, holding the belt leash in one hand. Petr shut the bathroom door, but the latch didn’t hold and it swung open slightly, casting a single thin ray of light into the darkened room. Petr grabbed his gun off the dresser and left the bedroom.
“Aaaah!” A new voice screeched from the room over. “Petya!”
“What are you doing here?” Petr demanded.
“I wanted to surprise you. The grocer had imported whiskey in stock. I thought I’d leave it for you.”
“Thanks.”
“When did you come home?”
“Recently.”
Silence. Murmuring. Ivan could make out a few words - “boots” and “mud” and “suck.” Yuri’s hand slid into Ivan’s pants. Three fingers caressed the underside of his cockhead.
The bedroom door opened. Petr came in, followed by a young man in an officer’s uniform. For a moment, Ivan considered crying out for help. Yuri’s other hand wrapped around his mouth, as if he’d read his mind.
“Strip.” Petr commanded.
“Yes, Sir.” The young officer said. Ivan heard the clicking of belts and buttons as the young man obeyed. The only thing he could see from the crack was Petr sitting with his legs spread open on the edge of the bed. Yuri’s hand wrapped around Ivan’s stiff cock.
“You like it?” Yuri whispered.
“Sir?” The young officer said.
“Mikhail.” Petr snapped.
“I’m sorry, I thought I heard something.”
“It’s the pipes. Kneel.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A quiet thump.
“Wipe the dirt off my boots with your underwear.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mikhail’s naked form came partially into view. He spat into the underwear and rubbed it along the toe of Petr’s boot. He worked slowly and with dedication. The word romance came to mind, but Ivan shook it out of his head. It was a young officer serving a superior, learning God knows what. Nothing good. Yuri shifted his grip and Ivan’s breath hitched. He tried to imagine he was home, fantasizing about this exact scenario while jerking off in the bath. His body rejected it. Yuri’s movements felt better if this was real, if Mikhail was truly kneeling before Petr and rubbing dirt from the laces in his boots.
Petr reached down and stroked Mikhail’s hair.
“Good boy.” Petr intoned.
Mikhail raised himself up until his mouth pressed against Petr’s. His grip tightened on the dirtied underwear.
“How shall I serve you, Sir?” Mikhail murmured.
“Ride me.” Petr leaned back. Mikhail dropped the dirty underwear on the floor and scrambled onto the bed. He fumbled a bit as he pulled out Petr’s cock and placed it against his ass. It rubbed against the left cheek every time Mikhail plunged his finger inside his asshole.
“Face the wall.” Petr breathed.
Like a good subordinate, Mikhail turned around. He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with Petr’s long, thin cock. It slid all the way inside him. Mikhail began to bounce up and down, each time pressing himself flush against Petr’s pants. His mouth dropped open each time he rose up.
Ivan tasted blood. He’d been biting his lip so hard he’d split the skin. He tried to hold out against Yuri’s grip but the man knew how to touch him. Ivan was so close to cumming he felt as if his entire crotch was throbbing. Petr’s hands gripped Mikhail’s hips. Mikhail wrapped his slender hand around his own cock and moaned with pleasure. That was it. Ivan came in his own pants, soaking his front and Yuri’s hand with cum. Yuri didn’t stop, only slowed down. The sensation went from incredible to painful quickly and Ivan took in deep breaths to try and keep from screaming.
“Faggot.” Yuri whispered in his ear.
Mikhail came shortly after, his cum dribbling out over his hand. He kept thrusting up and down until Petr grunted. He pulled off and turned towards the bathroom. Yuri pulled Ivan to the side, out of the way of the crack, and released Ivan’s cock.
“No.” Petr commanded.
“Sir, I need to clean up.”
“Clean up at home. Put on your clothes and leave.”
Mikhail grunted.
“Even your underwear. Get dressed, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
There was shuffling, clicks, thunks, and quiet groans.
“Can you feel the dirt against you?” Petr asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Can you feel me inside you?”
“A little, Sir.”
“Is it leaking out?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. Thank you for serving me.”
Quiet kissing sounds.
“Go home. Drink a cup of tea. Clean yourself completely before you go to bed. I expect to see you on Monday.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Another kiss.
“Thank you for the whiskey.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.”
Mikhail walked out of the apartment, locking the front door behind him.
Petr sat up and stretched. He seemed gentler in the afterglow. His hair was slightly tosled and his eyes were half-closed. This was the same man who had caressed Ivan’s cheek hours ago. Ivan leaned towards the door, trying to reach for the gentle hand he’d felt before.
Petr got out of bed and out of sight. Suddenly, Petr threw open the bathroom door, blinding Ivan yet again. Petr hadn’t put his cock away. It was covered in a fine sheen of cum and grease. Petr pressed his boot against the wet spot in the front of Ivan’s pants.
“He liked that show?” Petr sneered.
“He came as soon as Mikhail started jacking off.” Yuri jeered. “He can’t get enough cock.”
“No faggot can.” Petr kneeled until his cock was in front of Ivan’s face. The smell of shit and spent cum made Ivan’s stomach heave.
“Clean me up, faggot.” Petr commanded. He grabbed the belt around Ivan’s neck and started to tighten it.
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