His name is Hans Deichmann. He’d gotten lost a day ago and wandered towards the cabin, thinking it was where his unit was camping. Unfortunately for him, Yuri had found him and taken him down. Now he lies on his back in the main room, dressed in a black negligee and black stockings. Petr smiles as he looks down at their captive.
“Where did you find stockings in this area?” Petr asks.
“There’s a woman who sells foreign clothes on the black market. I picked these up for Maria, but they looked more suitable for our guest here.” Yuri says.
“Maria is not that big.” Petr raises an eyebrow.
“That’s all the woman had in stock.” Yuri looks at Hans’s torso.
“Mikhail couldn’t get anything out of him. He’s just dead weight.” Yuri changes the topic. “We can’t release him, so I say we have fun with him.”
“What’re you thinking?” Petr asks. “Wir töten ihn?”
Hans’s eyes widen. He tries to wriggle free.
“What did you say?” Yuri asks.
“I said we’d kill him. Mikhail taught me a little German.”
“Wir töten ihn?”
“Да.”
“I like it.” Yuri presses the toe of his boot against Hans’s cheek.
“Hey, faggot.” Yuri shouts down at Hans, then looks back up at Petr.
“How do you say ‘faggot’ in German?” Yuri asks.
“Schwule.” Petr says as he steps down on Hans's side.
“Hey, schwule.” Yuri hisses at Hans. “Wir töten ihn.”
Hans winces as Yuri grinds the heel of his boot into the side of Hans’s head, smearing dirt into his light brown hair. Petr digs his toe into Hans’s stomach. Hans’s low groan makes Petr smile. He kicks Hans in the side and Hans grunts. Petr adjusts his erection.
Yuri kneels down in front of Hans. He pulls out his gun and makes a big show of loading a bullet in the chamber, then undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. Yuri presses his dick against the pistol. His hand runs up and down both the barrel and his shaft.
“How do I say ‘choose’ in German?” Yuri asks Petr.
“I don’t know, I only learned the phrases I want to say.” Petr says with a cocky smile. He steps on Hans’s head and presses him into the floor. Yuri grins.
“Then the schwule doesn’t get a choice.” Yuri snarls. He presses the gun against Hans’s lips, but Hans clenches his mouth shut as hard as he can. Yuri pinches his nose shut until Hans gasps and the gun slides in. Petr pulls out his dick and jacks off as he watches Yuri fuck the man’s mouth. Drool smears up the barrel and dribbles out of Hans’s mouth. Tears form in Hans’s eyes. Yuri’s breaths are coming in fast and deep as he keeps his eyes locked on Hans’s mouth. He clicks the safety off. Hans clenches his eyes shut.
“Can I cum on his face?” Petr asks. Yuri looks up at him, then back down at Hans.
“He might enjoy that too much.” Yuri sneers.
“I want to cum with you, Yurochka.” Petr moans. Yuri turns back to him with a smile. He reaches up to Petr.
“Let me help.” Yuri says.
Petr drops to his knees as he sits down on Hans. Yuri grabs Petr’s cock and starts to stroke him. Yuri’s hand is strong. He knows exactly where to put his fingers, know how to rub his fingertips up and down the underside of Petr’s cock. It’s as if Yuri’s hand is guiding all of Petr’s senses into his cock. Even then, Yuri keeps the gun in Hans’s mouth. Petr wraps his fingers around Yuri’s dick. The two men come on Hans’s face, first Petr, then Yuri. Petr feels aroused at the image of his semen mingling with Yuri’s. He imagines their sperm wriggling against one another as they slide down Hans’s cheek and drip into his mouth. Yuri clicks the safety on and pulls it out of Hans’s mouth. Petr holds Yuri’s face in his hands as they lock lips. Yuri’s tongue dips into Petr’s mouth.
“Do you actually want to kill him?” Petr asks as their lips part.
“I think we can have more fun with him.” Yuri murmurs. “Do you want to have a prisoner together?”
“I do.”
Yuri chuckles.
“How romantic.” He says. Petr can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic.
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