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.
