“Here’s how this is going to go,” Petr says as he loads his gun in front of Hans’s face, “You suck my dick, then you suck my partner’s dick. You do good, you live. You do badly, you die. Got it?”
“Bitte...” Hans pleads.
Yuri presses his gun against Hans’s head. He clicks the safety off. Hans shuts his eyes tight as he opens his mouth.
“He’s an excellent schwule.” Yuri says. “Such a quick learner.”
“You can call him a faggot, Yurochka.” Petr sighs as he pulls out his cock.
“I like his language more.”
Petr rests his flaccid dick on Hans’s tongue. Hans wraps his lips around Petr’s cock and begins to suck. Yuri clicks the safety back on.
“Good.” Yuri says. “Good boy.”
Suddenly, Hans chokes. Petr’s piss gushes out of his mouth and spills onto the floor. Yuri jumps back in surprise.
“Fuck, Petr!” Yuri gasps. Petr laughs cruelly. He puts his gun against Hans’s lips. Hans instinctively opens his mouth and sucks the gun in. Petr uses his gun to guide Hans’s head back.
“You swallow.” He says to Hans as he massages Hans’s throat. Hans turns pale and his Adam’s apple bobs. Petr pulls his gun out and Hans’s head snaps forward. He sputters.
“Swallow.” Petr says again. He mimes the action of drinking from a glass. Hans nods. Petr shoves his now-erect cock back in Hans’s mouth. He rests the hand holding the gun on Hans’s head. Yuri presses his gun against Hans’s temple again. Petr can see the tent in his pants.
“Did you like that?” Petr asks.
“Madman.” Yuri says with a grin. The two men kiss. Below them, Hans gags and gasps as Petr’s dick slides down his throat. His nose presses into Petr’s pubic hair with every thrust.
“If he dies, would you fuck the bullet wound?” Petr whispers to Yuri.
“You’re a madman.” Yuri murmurs.
“You’re my muse.” Petr kisses Yuri again. He bites Yuri’s lower lip gently, which makes Yuri moan. Petr grunts as he cums in Hans’s mouth. When he looks down, he’s amazed to see Hans swallowing his entire load. He replaces his dick with the gun barrel and pries Hans’s mouth open. Not a drop of cum drips from the man’s lips.
“He really does learn fast.” Petr says.
“My turn.” Yuri insists. He and Petr switch places. Yuri’s thrusts are faster. Watching Petr throat fuck this German captive of theirs really turned him on. He fucks the way he does when he’s desperate to cum. Petr wipes the slime off the barrel of his gun and onto Hans’s hair before pressing the tip against his temple.
“Fuck, Petya… his tongue...” Yuri moans. He grunts and shoves Hans’s face all the way into his crotcht. Hans swallows Yuri’s load as well. Even once he’s finished cumming, Yuri keeps his cock buried in Hans’s mouth. Petr wonders if he’s going to throat-fuck Hans a second time, but instead, Yuri sighs and relaxes his shoulders. From the way Hans’s eyes bug out, Petr can tell that Yuri relieved himself as well. Still, Hans swallows it all. Petr’s impressed.
“We can’t get rid of such a good slave.” Yuri says as he pulls his cock out. Petr removes the gun.
“He can’t leave.” Petr murmurs.
“Then he stays.” Yuri puts his cock back in his pants. “I assume Mikhail won’t mind cooking for four now?”
“Mikhail lives to serve. He’ll love it.”
“Hans will learn to love it too.” Yuri motions to Hans, who is whimpering on the floor.
“Do we have to teach him that?” Petr sneers.
Yuri laughs and shakes his head. He puts his hand on Petr’s cheek.
“Madman.” Yuri says with a smile.
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