“There.” Yuri pulls back as he looks at the piercing on Hans’ cock. Hans grunts and cries as he looks down at the barbell placed through the bridge on the underside of his cock. Mikhail had fluffed him before the piercing and the rope tied around the base of his dick made sure he stayed hard the entire time. His cock was covered in blood - Yuri had chosen to stab his cock multiple times before deciding on the frenum piercing. Petr kept Hans held tightly as Hans twisted around. Now Hans’s body shakes against Petr’s chest.
“That’s it?” Petr asks.
“That’s it.” Yuri looks over the book on the kitchen table. “He needs a few weeks before he can use his cock again.”
Yuri pours a small amount of vodka over Hans’s dick, causing him to cry louder.
“Shut up, you love it, schwule.” Yuri hisses. He takes a swig from the bottle.
Mikhail places a bowl of kasha on the table in front of each man. Petr and Yuri turn their attention to breakfast. Mikhail’s cooking has improved in the months since he agreed to be Petr and Yuri’s servant. The onions are especially good. Hans’s body is tied to the stool, so Mikhail has to feed him by hand. Petr watches how tenderly Mikhail offers Hans each bite, making sure to include a little bit of onion each time. Hans says something and Mikhail offers him a sip of water before going back to feeding him. Petr finishes his drink. He walks to the window and scoops up a small amount of snow. He makes sure it’s shut tight before he returns to the table.
“You’re very good with our prisoner.” Petr says to Mikhail as he pours the vodka over the snow.
“Thank you, sir.” Mikhail smiles.
“You deserve a reward.” Petr takes a sip. “Don’t you think so, Yurochka?”
“He certainly does.” Yuri nods.
“Do you want to cum today, Mikhail?” Petr asks.
Mikhail chews his bottom lip. He’s still smiling.
“Yes, sir.” Mikhail says.
“Why don’t you try out our dear German prisoner here?” Yuri sneers as he strokes Hans’s dirty hair. Mikhail locks eyes on Hans. Petr sees the breath hitch in Mikhail’s throat.
“Should I, sir?” Mikhail asks.
“Why don’t you choose for yourself?” Petr places his hand on Mikhail’s shoulder. Mikhail turns to look at him.
“I want you to fuck me, sir.” Mikhail remarks. “Could Hans prepare me for you?”
Petr grins.
“Good idea, boy.” Petr says.
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Mikhail moans as Hans’s tongue laps over his asshole. Hans flicks his tongue along the rim before dipping the tip into Mikhail’s hole. Mikhail’s licked Petr and Yuri’s assholes before but he never knew how good it would feel to have it done to him. Mikhail bends down to lick Petr’s boots. He feels as if he’s in heaven, boots on one end and a warm sensation on his other. His cock feels as hard as steel.
Yuri keeps his boot on Hans’s head. Mikhail can hear the way Petr and Yuri’s breathing changes as they watch the two of them.
“Fucking good, schwule.” Yuri moans.
“Are you ready for my cock?” Petr asks Mikhail.
“Yes, sir.” Mikhail sighs with pleasure. He feels Hans being jerked away. Petr walks behind Mikhail and kneels down. He enters Mikhail’s backside easily. Mikhail leans into Petr’s crotch, enjoying the way Petr’s cock fills him. Petr starts slowly. He keeps the head bobbing back and forth against the most sensitive point inside Mikhail, who moans each time.
“Oh, you like that? That’s going to be you someday.” Yuri says to Hans. He has Hans on all fours, watching the two of them fuck. Yuri is stroking Hans’ ass and playing with his virgin hole, which causes Hans to whimper and grimace. The bleeding from the piercing has stopped, but his cock is still hard.
Petr thrusts deeper. He bottoms out inside Mikhail. Mikhail throws his head back and moans as he feels Petr’s fingernails dig into his hips.
“Mikhail, tell him he’ll learn to love being fucked in the ass.” Yuri calls.
“Du wirst es lieben, in den Arsch gefickt zu werden.” Mikhail cries with pleasure. He reaches down and jacks off. Petr’s cock is amazing, the way it slides so easily into him and curves down against his most sensitive parts. Mikhail comes quickly, his cum hitting the wooden floor below him.
“Take me, Mischa.” Petr groans. “Mischa…”
Petr’s orgasm fills Mikhail. It’s his favorite part of sex, the pulsing sensation from Petr’s cock and the warming sensation as his seed shoots into him. Mikhail lets out a long, shuddering sigh as Petr pulls out. Cum oozes from his ass. Suddenly, Hans’s face is shoved against his hole.
“Clean him up.” Yuri commands. Hans immediately starts licking. Mikhail notices the precum dripping from the tip of Hans’s cock.
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