June (4) - Hell

In the next few days, everyone in the agency who knew what was going on (which was like 80% of the employees), went on to have fun with them, some even repeated. Sasha was one of them. I closely watched him go at it, every word, every movement of his, making me more and more proud of him. There was no hint of the boy who would rather become a plant than accept the bloodlust.

But everything must come to an end -- we couldn't really hold them much longer without human rights activists making a fuss. So after the week passed, I visited them once more.

"By the seven circles of hell, you two look bad," I hailed them. "I thought you would love it here."

They both looked at me. They were in quite a bad shape -- they had shallow cuts in different healing stages nearly everywhere, and of course, dried blood all over. During the week they had cried all the tears and then some, so now they didn't have any more left.

"So. Sadly, we can't keep you in here forever. So here's the deal." I pulled a folder out of my case and left it open on the table. "Sign this and we'll get you to a hospital to take care of that, and I'll also send you a lawyer so you two can make a deal."

Slava scoffed. "We know how this works. We sign that, we're dead."

I laughed. "Really? No, that's not how this works. Killing you, then signing that myself would be really easy. But I don't want you two dead. Leo knows that, right?"

He looked down, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. "Please. No. Not again."

I knelt in front of him and lifted his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. "Your friend doesn't know, does he?"

… Apparently he still had some tears left, 'cause he started crying. "Andrei. No. Please. PLEASE."

Slava looked at him, confused. "What is he talking about"

I smiled at Lev. "Tell him."

"Please, Andrei… no… not this, no…"

I sighed. "Slava, you never noticed the scar on your friend's chest?"

Slava nodded in silence.

"Lev, tell him what it really means."

He closed his eyes, tears still freely flowing, leaving a clean trail over the dried blood. "It… it is… it's sort of the signature of a contract… he… he--"

"It means you work for me. Now, Lev. Do I have to carve it again? Do I have to hurt you yet again for you to sign that confession?"

He shook his head in silence, getting up after me, and went to the table where the folder with the confession laid open.

I offered him a pen. "Now sign it."

He hesitantly took it, and looked for a couple seconds at the folder before taking a deep breath and signing it.

I turned to Slava. "Get on your feet. Now."

He smiled. "You've had us in this hellhole for a week. And granted, it hurt a lot at first, I thought I was gonna die. But you know what? I think I have a new fetish." He winked at me. "You do have one hard tool after all, honey."

I winked at him. "Fine, I'll grant your wish." I grabbed his hand and pulled hard -- sending him flying.

He let out a pathetic whimper as he crash-landed right over the corner of the steel table. He couldn't even move before I had him immobilized.

I threw a cautionary glance at Lev, who simply sat at the corner -- he'd learned the lesson. Then I leaned over Slava as I traced my finger over his ass. "I knew you'd like this, you know."

He almost moaned as the first finger went in and started thrusting -- I didn't need to see his cock to know it was hard. Then the second finger went in, and this time he couldn't help moaning hard. "Oh, for being the devil, you sure know how to please a man!" But his scream as I shoved my whole hand up his ass proved him wrong.

"Well, you did say you had gotten a new fetish, didn't you? Then man up and stop screaming like a goddamned baby." I kept thrusting, harder and harder, punching his gut from inside, over and over. His hole was a bloody mess, but that helped some -- blood is a great lubricant after all.

I'm not sure he heard me over his own screams, though.

After a good while of pounding ever harder, I stopped and pulled my bloody hand out. "You know, you should have listened to your friend. He's learned the lesson. Right, Lev?"

Lev looked at me in silence.

"Come here. Tell me, you ever wanted to try fisting?"

He started crying again. "Andrei. Please. I signed that. I did what you asked. Please."

I laughed. "You know, working for me doesn't stop after doing one minor chore. Come here. NOW."

He slowly got on his feet and hesitantly came to the table, sobbing quietly. A glance at me convinced him that he didn't really have a choice, so he tentatively placed his fingertips against his friend's ass, then slowly started pushing.

Until I grabbed his arm and shoved it, elbow deep, into his friend's ass.

Slava let out a wild scream, but Lev was a puppet at that point -- he knew better than to try and do anything else than let me use his hand, his whole forearm, as a gigantic dildo on his friend.

It didn't take him long to sign the confession.

"And now, as Lev told you, the real contract," I said, throwing him on the floor and immobilizing him. Then I pulled a knife and carved a crude X on his chest. "There. Now you work for me."

June (3) - Pain

It took them a couple days, but Sasha was right: once they got bored of having nothing to do all day, they gave us some very explicit scenes.

The next day, I decided to pay them a visit. They received me with another annoyingly long kiss. Then they froze as they finally stopped eating each other's mouth and realized who I was, one of them quietly saying "fuck" in his normal voice.

I smiled at them. "Good morning, gentlemen. It's been a long time, huh?"

Both of them were staring at me, just wordless. It had been indeed a long time -- they were still boys back then, and I was still a nobody trying to make myself a name in the agency. But I guess the memory still haunted them.

"So. I've heard you've been sending inflammatory letters to innocent citizens."

Lev, the gym rat, got on his feet, tense. Getting ready. Idiot. "Cut that crap. We know why we're here, you know why we're here. Also, as you can see, things have changed some."

I laughed out loud as I sat on the empty chair. "Oh, yes, I see you've spent half of your life in the gym. I hope your friend likes it, else you've wasted your time."

Slava swallowed. "You won't do the same thing again. We both can fight now."

Again I laughed as I pulled out my gun. "This is gonna be fun, boys. For me I mean. But let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said, letting it on the table, safety on. I opened my case and pulled out a tablet. Took me a few seconds of fiddling with it before handing them the thing. "You idiots thought you were alone, but there's no such thing as a black room in here."

They stared at the screen -- the video of them having gay fun the night before playing at full volume silenced them. When it ended, they both stared at me, silent.

"I know what you two are thinking, that's technically not a crime. And you're technically right, it isn't. But I bet you two want to keep that private?"

Slava laughed hysterically. "If that's all you have, feel free to publish it EVERYWHERE! Not only we don't care but you'll be giving us something to go after you, man."

I ignored him -- he was really bad at bluffing. "So here's the deal. Me and my friends are gonna have some more fun with you two. Then you'll sign a confession saying you wrote those letters. And then I'll bring you a lawyer so you two can negotiate a deal. And don't worry, we're not sending you to prison."

They both were frozen in place. Slava glanced at the gun. Wondering. Was he fast enough? Spoiler. No, he wasn't. But I wasn't gonna let him know it -- not yet. Not when I knew he hadn't had a gun in his hands in his whole life.

I smiled at him. "Go ahead. Try and kill me, get your hands dirty for once in your fucking life. Show everyone how to fight this stupid war of yours. Show them you're a killer too. They'll send you to prison but I bet you're gonna love that. … It is heaven compared to what I'll do to you, after all."

He hesitated for a moment, but that last part sold him. He knew I wasn't lying.

I nodded as I drew my chair back, giving him ample space. "I won't try to stop you. But you know, I'm sure you're not enough of a man to actually kill me -- as much as I deserve it."

He lunged at the gun and grabbed it -- poor idiot was shaking from head to toe -- then pointed it at me. As expected, he didn't even know about the safety lock.

I smiled again. "Now pull the trigger. Or rather, empty the mag -- with that shaking of yours I doubt a single bullet will land anywhere near any vital place. And as I say, if you can't aim, you better give me lead poisoning. Come on. Pull the trigger before I get bored of waiting."

His confusion as he tried to pull the trigger almost made me fall off the chair in laughter. As expected, he hadn't turned off the safety lock.

Calmly, I got on my feet, circled the table, and snatched the gun from his hands while he stared at me, frozen, not understanding. "Congrats. You really are a man," I smiled softly, "you are a killer. Too bad you didn't take the safety off," I said, as I pointed the gun at the ceiling and pulled the trigger.

They both screamed as the lights went out, the glass rain soon bathing us all in blood. I guess for them it was quite painful. For me, it wasn't worse than an annoying tickle -- benefits of being dressed like a man instead of like a manwhore.

I didn't need light to know where they were -- they were as silent as the cattle getting into a slaughterhouse. Before they could react, I had choked them out. With the light of my phone, I quickly found the zip ties and tied their hands behind their backs. Then turned on the secondary lights -- a dim red glow emanating from the corners meant mostly for emergencies.

They both came back soon, confused and groaning about the pain.

I couldn't help smiling. "Hadn't you heard? … there's a reason everyone thinks I'm the devil." Carefully as to not get cut in the glass shards, I straddled Slava and ripped his pants open -- his ass was even hairier than the rest of him. "I really hope you have been fucked in the ass hard enough… else this is gonna hurt." I smiled as I opened my pants' zip and caressed my cock a bit -- it was something I usually needed to do, but the hairball in front of me made it even more of a need.  Then I shoved it up his ass.

All he could do was scream his lungs out. Good thing the audio system had automatic volume adjustment, else whoever tried to watch the video would have gone deaf.

I kept pounding for a good while, keeping a close eye on Lev, who was silently staring, while the poor Slava kept crying and begging me to stop. After a few minutes, Lev snapped out of his trance and started cursing like a sailor. It made me laugh even harder. "Are you a killer too? Come on, the gun is still there!" I also threw a knife at him. "There, free yourself and come kill me!"

It took him a good five minutes of struggling with the industrial zip ties and the knife to get free while I kept mercilessly pounding his crying friend -- when he finally got up, he had a big gash on the wrist.

I smiled at him as I pointed my chin at the gun. "Safety is off now. The real question is: are you a man? Are you a killer?"

He was so damn bad at bluffing I had a hard time not bursting out into laughter. He took a couple paces towards the gun, but as he was closest to us, he tried to punch me.

I simply caught his hand and pulled.

Lev lost all balance and fell on the glass-covered floor again, screaming in pain.

I laughed. "Careful, you'll get cut." I left Slava alone and straddled Lev.

The idiot kept wildly flailing his arms, so I grabbed them, and effortlessly held them over his head with just my left hand. … all that gym work hadn't really given him much strength, after all.

I smiled at him as I pulled out a knife and took it to his throat. "Now, here's the deal. You will do as I tell you, or I will make you. The end result WILL be the same. The only unknown is how much blood you'll shed in the process."

He froze, his hands going limp.

"Oh, so you haven't forgotten, huh?" I cut off his whorish shirt, revealing the faint scar on his chest. I gently traced it with the knife's tip. "But then how could you forget, right? Now turn around. I want to see what have you done to that asshole in all these years."

He slowly shifted around over the broken glass, sobbing almost inaudibly.

I leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Did you really think you could beat the devil himself?" Then I ripped open his pants and fucked his still tight ass.

June (2) - Hate

It was still dark when the phone rang, jolting me awake from the early morning slumber. As I pressed the reply button, a known voice greeted me. "Good morning Andrei, this is Kostya. Operations made a couple of high-profile detentions yesterday night, we need you to come in and deal with them… discreetly. We can't afford an international crisis."

I sighed, then realized it was June already. Damn gay pride month. Idiots going out to display their stupidity, as if saying "look at me, I SO want to go to prison tee-hee, can't wait to drop the soap bar in the showers". I cursed loudly before hanging up the phone. Guess it was time to give some of those idiots a good fuck.

Sasha was looking at me, still half-asleep.

I sighed again before addressing him. "Get moving. It's June already. And apparently, some big idiot was caught being an idiot."

The ride to Central was strangely silent. I glanced a couple times at Sasha, who was deep inside his mind. Something was upsetting him. I could only guess what.

- - -

After checking in at the main entrance, we took the elevator to my office, still in silence. Once in, I locked the door and looked at him. "Sasha. Got anything to say?"

He sighed and pointed his head at the door to the safe room. "Mind if we… keep this private?"

"Sure," I said, unlocking said door and locking it again after we both got int. "So?"

"It's… I … heard you this morning. I…"

I sighed. "Sasha. I know what's in that head of yours. You care too damn much about everything and everyone. But tell me," I said, softly caressing the once again fresh scar on his cheek, "who do you work for."

He looked intensely at me. "You."

I nodded and smiled at him. "Exactly. And what is your job?"

"To follow orders."

"Bingo. Now, let me tell you one thing: those idiots got themselves into this mess."

He grabbed my hand as I was about to open the door. "… Don't you feel like a hypocrite, Andrei?"

I couldn't help laughing and winking an eye at him. "Why would you say that, my boy?"

- - -

Back in my office, I checked the files on the detainees. Vyacheslav Yakubovich and Lev Kalinin. Two high-profile gay rights activists. This time they had apparently been harassing some news channels to correct some misleading numbers of yearly detentions during the gay pride events. Officially they had been brought in for harassment. In reality, they probably had sent a couple too many letters, and someone with some common sense and very little patience for bullshit reported them. And now our job was to make sure they learned the lesson.

I skimmed over the rest of their files. Almost yearly detentions, every time for some similar nonsense. It annoyed me that I had to waste my time on this nonsense instead of going after the real terrorists and mobsters, but hey, I wasn't about to complain about work.

I called Sasha via comms chip. "Sasha. I'm sending you the files. I want you to start by yourself, you're better at playing nice than me. Your job is to seduce them. Make them show their rainbow colors on camera. And don't worry, we'll edit out anything that could get you in trouble."

He smiled. "Of course, Andrei."

- - -

Sasha lightly touched his scarred cheek and took a deep breath before smiling to himself and unlocking the door to the cell. The room inside was our everyday white room -- full tiled walls and floor, with a harsh cold light radiating from the whole ceiling. In the center, a polished steel table, along with four steel chairs, the furthest ones occupied by the two men.

They made a funny couple. One of them was on the round side -- chubby and quite short and apparently had never heard about shaving razors. The other was tall, a gym rat, and didn't seem to have a single hair on his body. The first thing they did when they saw Sasha enter was kiss passionately.

Sasha sighed. He'd finally gotten it. They were idiots who didn't know when to stop fighting and swallow their stupid pride even if their lives depended on it -- or maybe they didn't even realize their lives were actually on the line.

The two men finally broke the kiss and giggled like teenagers, Lev winking provocatively at Sasha, as if saying "yes we're gay and proud and there's nothing you can do about that."

Sasha sighed again. "That was very romantic but you're here for harassing some media workers."

They looked at each other before looking back at Sasha. "We all know why we're here for, honey," said Slava, his voice a forced high pitch that almost made me want to turn audio off.

Sasha looked at them and shrugged. "Well, that's what your file says, guys. But maybe you want to tell me your version of it?"

"We never sent those letters, but it seems like someone likes us enough to want to see us every other year," said Slava. "Whoever it is, keeps making up stuff to arrest us."

Sasha sighed. "You really think lying to me is gonna help you?"

"We don’t lie, honey," replied Lev in a similarly annoying fake high-pitched voice.

Sasha got up and went to disconnect the main camera. The two men followed him with their eyes, Lev 'absentmindedly' whistling as he gave them his back. Sasha ignored it and sat back. "Okay. So. I'm willing to be impartial here and listen to your version, but, ahem, for obvious reasons, it has to be off the record. So, care to tell me what is supposedly going on?"

Lev took the lead. "Look, we never sent those letters, somebody did it in our name. Every single year is the same. We haven't done anything, we're just the way we are, and we don't even go out of our way to show it."

Sasha rolled his eyes at what was probably the worst lie of the year.

Slava corrected his friend. "You think … our welcome was an obvious display, and it indeed was. But see -- we won't let anyone shut us down. This is what we are, and nothing will change that. We're tired of your lies, of making up stuff to bring us here when the actual reason is painfully obvious, honey."

Sasha looked at them. "Look, if you insist on lying, I can't help you." And with that, he got up and left.

- - -

I called him as soon as the door closed. "Sasha, the hell was that? Don't tell me you have any problem?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I know they're telling the truth, I don't care. But you asked me to get them on video… and I'll tell you, now that the main camera is off, it's a matter of time before they get bored and start having gay fun."

I laughed. The boy was simply brilliant.

June (1) - Love

Ah, the spring. After the winter leaves and the snow melts, and everything is clean, and the sun is setting as we come home from work, setting the whole sky on fire. It really is breathtaking.

… I don't think Andrei really cares about the view. You see, he's more of a winter person. Yeah, Russians are like that. Still, he kept glancing at me the whole car ride back home, without saying a word. He finally parked the SUV in the alley, then looked at me.

The sea in his eyes was more than enough to quench the sky. I wanted nothing more than to drown in his arms, to get lost in the ocean even if it meant not seeing the sunset ever again.

Of course, he seemed to read my mind. The soft smile accentuating his words made my heart want to jump out of my chest as he patted his leg. "Come sit, my boy."

Almost in trance, I sat on his lap. I didn't even register the wheel digging into my ribcage, I was just drowning in the ocean, nothing else existed. Then I felt his deliciously warm hand slowly crawling up my arm, until it reached my shoulder and then softly landed over my nape. The slight pressure like gravity, pulling me down, down into the ocean… I closed my eyes as I sank fully into the water, our lips at first barely touching, then the scene turned into a nature documentary of the predator eating his willing prey.

After a while that felt like an eternity in heaven and hell at the same time, we both pulled back, gasping for air. His eyes darted down, and he burst into laughter. "Oh my, spring is really doing a number on you, huh?"

I felt the heat rising to my face. I… no! Yes? Had it been the fire, the ocean, the eternity?

It didn't matter. Andrei's hand was already softly brushing the bulge in my pants, which only made it grow tighter -- it was starting to hurt so nicely. His smile didn't help. "So, do you want me, Sasha?"

The part of my brain that does words stopped working, and thus I could only nod -- but it was more than enough to him.

He winked at me. "Then get on your feet. I can't do miracles yet, boy."

I shifted around and leaned against the wheel, only to feel the cool air on my ass accompanied by the sound of fabric ripping, which only made my cock throb harder. Then I felt his now moist fingers play 'get lost in the mountains', tracing a mesmerizing journey before reaching the mountain pass -- sorry, I mean the hole. I involuntarily let out a moan as it got in, my whole body now throbbing. I heard him smile as he pulled me back, impaling me as I fell on his lap, making me moan harder.

He smiled in silence as he started thrusting hard from below, every move, every shift in posture making me more and more light-headed, until everything faded and there was only his eyes, his soft smile, looking at me in the darkness. "You love this, don't you?"

… my word brain still wasn't working so I simply nodded.

He hugged me, hard, almost taking my breath away. … He wasn't one to say the magic words, but there was no need. We both knew.

Still lost in the middle of the sea, I carelessly put on the new pants that he offered me before leaving the car and going inside the house. We were both too tired for anything else but sleep, so we got straight into bed, where he spooned me to sleep.
 

- - -

 
(Next day, early morning)

The phone only got me into a slumber, but Andrei's curses in Russian jolted me awake. This was bad.

He finally hung up and looked at me. "A new day of work dawns, my boy. Come on, let's move, this is urgent."