Insatiable Desires

A short story set well into Sevastyan and Lazary's relationship. Written by my lovely friend and Sev's creator, Cael.

At the height of the moon’s path across the sky, when the town has long sent even its most stubborn night owls to bed, one building found itself bustling with life.

There were no windows in the basement bar, a swath of earth carved away to fit solid brick and concrete in the cavity. Open every hour of the day, it only truly came alive between midnight and dawn, when Sevastyan was behind the bar.

He was quick with his wit and hands, a spark waiting to ignite any drunk fuse. Though, he often spent his shifts balancing on the line between sobering conversation and sloshed flirting. Wandering eyes often preyed upon the easy smile and boyish charm of the man who would be much better suited anywhere but the graveyard shift of the only pub in town. Sevastyan; Sev, he was called by only close friends, of which he had none, always took the passes in stride. It was his job to coax drunken fools into seats, to fill them with booze and drain their wallets. The bar owner didn’t care for the health of the patrons, he cared only for money. If someone happened to drop dead, it was a loss for sure, but another depraved ass would take up the chair in no time.

The proprietor, Andrey, was a man only of hedonist intent, who lived and died by the sword of seduction. Sevastyan had dreamed of Andrey’s silver tongue slithering down his throat on many occasions, he’d toyed with the idea of rubbing one out, hidden beneath the bar, whenever Andrey made his appearances to lure more people into the death trap. They’d watch the pretty woman on the stage sway like herbs in the wind. They’d drink until they were too logged to move, and at that point, all they could do is ask for more. Andrey would never push to the point, but he’d joked before of tilting back sleeping heads to pour wine down their gullets. If they didn’t drown on the booze, it would be added to their tabs. Sevastyan only agreed to the joke to sway Andrey’s favour at least, that was what Sevastyan told himself.

There had been another who had caught Sevastyan’s eye, when pining after Andrey had seemed entirely hopeless. The man rarely took a seat at the bar, opting to watch from the shadows of the wall. Eyes lingering not at the dancer, but at Sevastyan. Another ‘adoring’ fan, but the man’s coy sentiments meant nothing if there wasn’t money put to the register. Only paying customers could eye-fuck Sevastyan and get away with it. On the occasion that the man did sit at the bar, it was only to continue staring, a smile pulling the corner of his lips, smitten. As though Sevastyan would have a look into those pulling eyes and melt across the bar.

As inattentive as he was, Andrey took notice. Andrey had told the man to either get drunk or leave. The man replied by pulling out a satchel, and slid it towards Sevastyan. Coin to stay and watch Sevastyan. Andrey eyed it hungrily, the purse had to contain a decent sum. But Sevastyan was nothing if not loyal to Andrey, and wouldn’t let Andrey think he could be so easily persuaded away. ‘I’m not for sale,’ Sevastyan had said, firm, shirking back and closer to Andrey. The man gave a short nod, and returned the money to his person. He stood up and walked to the stairs. He gave a final, sweet smile to Sevastyan before disappearing through the door.

The man, Sevastyan came to know as Lazary, continued to come to the bar. He began to show up right when Sevastyan arrived for his shift, and, if not spotted by Andrey sooner, would stay until Sevastyan left. Lazary left his boldness at the door, continuing his appearances mingled within the crowd of bar goers, or blending in with the wall. There was a perfect spot, cast in the shadow of the stairs, where Lazary seemed to disappear into. But Sevastyan felt his eyes. How they trailed down his face, to his neck, it made a heat rise and settle into Sevastyan’s cheeks, his heart pressing to his ribs, threatening to run away and leave the rest of Sevastyan dead on the floor.

Lazary’s eyes lingered at the periphery. Sevastyan began to feel them boring into him, following him home. At even the slightest sound, Sevastyan would whip around, sure his footsteps had an echo. He clung to the safety of the scattered street lamps, thankful his home wasn’t too far. That small glimmer of hope was ripped from Sevastyan’s hands. One morning, he woke up, getting ready for work, when he spotted Lazary staring up at his bedroom window, shrouded still in shadow, but the lamplight caught his eye, an imperceptible shine made clear.

The same day, Sevastyan ran to Andrey, begging him to do something. But Andrey claimed he was ‘no policeman’ and the matter was Sevastyan’s to settle. So Sevastyan tried ignorance. If Lazary showed up to the bar, Sevastyan wouldn’t look at him. If he sensed he was being followed home, he refused to turn around, only quickening his pace. It was a few more days before Sevastyan snapped.

Lazary saddled up to the bar and slid a small sum across to Sevastyan.

“Twyrine, please,” Lazary said, an easy smirk on his face, tired eyes, as if the lion was bored with chasing the gazelle. Sevastyan stared, no, sneered. He was exhausted, tired of being tired and paranoid. He poured a small glass, as he would have any other customer. He slid it over to Lazary, but his mistake was taking the money. If only Andrey’s greed hadn’t been drilled into him. Lazary grabbed Sevastyan’s wrist, squeezing it tight.

“You’re making a mistake, ignoring me, dove.” Lazary looked up at Sevastyan, pupils like pin pricks, smile dangerous and sharp. Sevastyan wrenched his arm, but Lazary’s grip was too tight. It was crushing.

“I want you to leave me alone,” Sevastyan’s voice shook, that heat in his face, his heart pounding, begging to escape. He tried to pull again, but Lazary held him still, another yank, and there was a pop in Sevastyan’s wrist. Nobody was paying attention, but he knew he’d get it from Andrey if he made a scene. Biting back pain-wrought tears, Sevastyan tried one more time, when Lazary grabbed him by the sleeve and slammed him forward to the bar, quickly holding Sevastyan’s neck, pinning him in place. He leaned forward, barely a hair, lips moving against Sevastyan’s ear.

“Meet me outside in five, or you’ll fucking regret it.” He spat venomously, releasing Sevastyan to stumble backwards. He collected himself, holding his arm, and by the time he looked back at Lazary’s seat, he was gone, his coat trailing through the door.

With a huff, Sevastyan threw down his waist towel. The bar patrons were distracted, Andrey was probably riding his high in the back office. Sevastyan had a pocket knife he’d purchased when the paranoia gave way to reality. He’d end this, he swore it.

Sevastyan hurried up the steps and pushed open the bar doors. It was late, but the lamplight revealed footsteps in the dirt. It was stupid, to follow Lazary, but Sevastyan couldn’t live like this any more. He rounded the corner into the alley between the bar and another building. Just wide enough, just dark enough. He should have stayed at the precipice, stuck to the wall threads of light, but Sevastyan stepped into the devouring darkness, where only the keenest eye could watch.

Lazary descended from above, a falcon swooping in for the mouse. He grappled Sevastyan, both their feet digging into the dirt for any grip, any leverage. Sevastyan writhed, a dying call for help muffled against Lazary’s hand. Sevastyan bit on whatever skin he could, breaking out of Lazary’s grip, pulling forward just enough, so his elbow could slam back into Lazary’s nose. There was a satisfying crunch, blood darkening Lazary’s lips even in the shadows. Sevastyan only caught a glimpse of the satisfied smirk, the dragging of Lazary’s tongue over his own blood, panting with excitement. Lazary lunged forward and shoved Sevastyan against the brick wall, his head colliding before the rest of his body. Clothes against stone, scuffling of feet, Sevastyan writhed in Lazary’s grip, grasping at whatever he could, a fly in the spider’s web. Lazary pressed his body entirely against Sevastyan’s, one hand moving to his neck, the other trailing downwards to Sevastyan’s pants.

“Well, is that a knife in your pocket, or are you excited to see me?” Lazary reached into Sevastyan’s pocket, fingers careful to rub against the growing erection in Sevastyan’s pants. He pulled out the pocket knife, holding it daintily between two fingers. “This is just cute,” Lazary cooed, and tossed the blade deeper into the alley. “Did you really think you’d do any damage with that?” His smirk in the lowlight wasn’t just infuriating, it was evil.

“Fuck you—!” Sevastyan spat, thrashing against Lazary, beginning another scuffle when Lazary’s mouth pressed over Sevastyan’s, nipping and biting, Sevastyan melting and doing the same, licking the blood off of Lazary’s teeth. The two broke apart, gasping for air before going right back in, Sevastyan licking from Lazary’s chin, to his nose, showcasing the blood in his tongue.

“Make me chase you for a week…” Lazary hissed through his teeth, tearing open the buttons on Sevastyan’s shirt. Sevastyan did away with Lazary’s overcoat, haphazardly discarding it onto the dirt. “Fucking slut, getting off on this…” Lazary pressed a knee between Sevastyan’s legs.

“You could have broken my wrist, you bitch—“ Sevastyan shoved Lazary back, Lazary grabbed Sevastyan’s arm and slammed him face-first into the wall, arm wrenched behind his back.

“How many fucking times did I watch you flirt with Andrey? Hmm? How many times did you edge me at home for this little fantasy of yours?” Lazary undid his belt with one hand, snaking it out of the loops. He lassoed it around Sevastyan’s neck, pulling tight. Sevastyan let out a low moan, head tilting back with a shit-eating grin.

“You fucking loved it… got to play the stalker again. Did you pretend I was Dankovsky—“ Sevastyan was turned back around, Lazary’s lips hot and hard on his. Sevastyan pulled Lazary in by the hair, pressing their clothed erections together. It was enough to make their toes curl. Sevastyan trailed kisses down Lazary’s body, sinking to kneel in front of him, face pressed to the bulge in Lazary’s pants. Sevastyan looked up at him with the sweetest, almost innocent eyes, undoing Lazary’s pants and swiftly pulling out his dick. He nuzzled against it before kissing the leaking head, then took half of it into his mouth.

Lazary’s head went back, one hand pressed against the brick wall, the other gripping Sevastyan’s leash, tugging it whenever Sevastyan did something he liked. “Fuck, Sev, dove,” Lazary gasped, rolling his hips forward. It was slow, Sevastyan sucking and licking in all the ways he knew Lazary liked, running his tongue right at the ridge between shaft and head. Sevastyan stroked the base of Lazary’s cock, teasing the length he had yet to swallow. Lazary found a grip in Sevastyan’s hair, pulling hard into his fist, in just the spot that made Sevastyan’s eyes roll back. When Sevastyan looked up at Lazary, his lips still stained with Lazary’s blood, pulled into a smile around his cock, Lazary nearly came undone, bucking his hips forward to a gag.

Sevastyan moved forward, moving his teeth just ever-so-slightly down, grazing the skin in his mouth. Another sharp pull of Sevastyan’s hair got him back in line.

“No teeth, dove.” Lazary said firm, though he might have still cum with his cock hung off him in Sevastyan’s mouth. Sevastyan complied and took Lazary to the hilt, burying his nose in Lazary’s thick, curly bush, taking a deep breath of the addicting mix of sweat, sex and salty skin. Lazary wasn’t particularly big, but fit snug in Sevastyan’s mouth, his tip bashing into the back of Sevastyan’s mouth on each stuttering thrust as Lazary came closer and closer to the edge.

With the right noises and perfectly performative gags and moans, Lazary’s knees weakened, he jammed two of his gloved fingers in his mouth to choke down his moans as he came, spurting hot threads down Sevastyan’s throat, imagining his cum painting his boy’s throat a pearly white. The image alone sent a few more ropes into Sevastyan’s mouth. Lazary pulled back, sticking to Sevastyan’s lips with cum and saliva. Sevastyan panted heavily through his nose, licking up whatever was left from Lazary exiting his mouth.

“Don’t fucking swallow, show me.” Lazary demanded, though trembling, holding his weeping cock.

Sevastyan complied and showed off Lazary’s cum on his tongue with that shit-eating grin, rather now, cum-eating. “Good, good boy… go on…” Lazary leaned forward and ran his thumb over Sevastyan’s cheek as Sevastyan made a show of swallowing down Lazary’s cum, then displaying a clean tongue.

“You came too fast this time, didn’t even let me get a bite in…” Sevastyan complained, rising again, guided by the hand holding his face. “You want a quicky, scared someone will see?” Sevastyan’s lips curled into a taunting, nasty smile he had to have picked up from Andrey. Just the thought of the bar owner beneath their feet made Lazary’s blood begin to boil. He shoved Sevastyan back against the wall. Not nearly hard enough for Sevastyan’s liking.

“You wanted this just as much as I did. You like being watched. How many times did you jack off after I followed you home? Hmm?” Lazary cooed, snipping at Sevastyan, who grabbed Lazary’s coat hurriedly and dragged Lazary in for a heated kiss. Like the previous ones, it was all tongues and teeth, desperate moans while Sevastyan moved to Lazary’s neck and bit down hard. Lazary hissed, clutching onto Sevastyan’s shoulders as blood seeped down his collarbone. His hips bucked against Sevastyan’s whimpering moans spilling from him like birdsong, Sevastyan’s name a hymn.

When Sevastyan was satisfied, he let up, licking the blood from the bite, the marks blooming bruises at the edges. “So pretty, love the sounds you make…” Sevastyan muttered, finally undoing his own belt and trousers, kicking them away with his drawers wherever his knife had been flung to. His own cock stood at full attention, throbbing and red, weeping all the same as Lazary’s.

Lazary pulled Sevastyan in by the neck, unable to stop himself from enjoying the heat of Sevastyan’s mouth on his, his own blood spilling onto his teeth. He reached forward, taking both their cocks in one hand, stroking them together, needing, practically rutting against Sevastyan. If Lazary could have done so, he would have torn into Sevastyan and found a respite inside Sevastyan’s ribcage. Or perhaps he would have made an incision right before the pelvis, a little window to watch himself fuck Sevastyan senseless.

Sevastyan was the first to let go, squirming out of Lazary’s grasp to put his back to him, forearms braced against the wall, back arched so pretty, only in that worn-out dress shirt that would be even filthier by night’s end. Sevastyan used one hand to show himself off, spreading his ass so Lazary could get a good view.

Lazary removed one of his gloves with his teeth, taking care to then cover two fingers in saliva. It would have to do, Sevastyan liked it rough anyway. Lazary slowly inserted his fingers into Sevastyan’s ass, easing them in. He’d become looser, but Lazary would never fuck him without prep, even if Sevastyan foolishly begged for it. Even now, Sevastyan whined when he felt only fingers.

“I’m not indulging your pain kink if it’ll actually hurt you,” Lazary chided, just as he twisted his hand forward so perfectly, pressing those prodding fingers against Sevastyan’s prostate. A crooning moan replaced the indignant mewling, Sevastyan’s back arched into the movement, hips pushing backwards on Lazary’s hand.

“No f-fair,” Sevastyan spoke, closing his eyes to tune in with the pulsing beat that travelled from his ass, right into his throbbing cock. “Mmm, please- yes, oh fuck, right there.” Sevastyan purred, that low tone that brought a hoarse gravel to his voice. Lazary wanted to already be buried balls deep inside him, the begging voice wasn’t helping his erection at all. Lazary curled his fingers, pressing down with each drag against that tender spot. Lazary inserted a third finger, to indulge Sevastyan’s desire. They weren’t prepared like they usually were, but it added to the excitement. Lazary knew he couldn’t resist both their pain, he loved that extra snug fit when Sevastyan wasn’t fully prepped, and Sevastyan loved it all the same, dry flesh against dry walls, even worse of a masochist than Lazary.

Andrey must have ingrained that desire into him; the moment Lazary thought of Stamatin, his filthy desires tainting his boy, Lazary sneered, shoving his fingers forward, to a yelp, Sevastyan staggering forward. Instantly, Lazary pulled back to correct his mistake. “Are you alright?” He asked quietly, as if showing too much concern would shatter their illusion.

“Yeah— yeah, just wasn’t expecting that… fuck, keep going, I’m okay, baby.” Sevastyan turned his head back with an easing smile, and Lazary nodded, continuing with his coaxing curls until Sevastyan was relaxed, his ass slick with saliva, arousal and blood, the origin of the last being unknown at that point. Lazary held his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, lining it up with Sevastyan’s ass. So tight, still so much they could do together. Lazary wanted to ruin Sevastyan for any other who might take an interest.

Lazary slid in, easing himself to the most glorious moan from Sevastyan, his forearms and face pressed to the brick wall to keep himself upright as his knees weakened. Lazary grabbed Sevastyan by the hips, his fingers rough and digging, but his sex gentle, almost quieting, soothing. A slow rock, barely moving his cock with each roll of his hips, Lazary encouraged Sevastyan to ease up, to melt into the pleasure as he sat patiently inside, waiting for the vice around him to let up. It wasn’t every day they fucked with so little lubrication. The pleasure-wrapped pain shot up from Sevatyan’s ass, into his brain, bouncing back and forth from adrenaline to dopamine, he’d let Lazary pull the hemispheres apart to see just what happened when he fucked Sevastyan like this. It was agony, it was bliss.

“Ease up, God, you’re so tight, didn’t think that could happen in just a week, or are you still pretending I’m a stranger, using you like this? Oh, oh, don’t think I didn’t just feel you squeeze me tighter, dove.” Lazary chuckled, and began a rocking pace, laying himself over Sevastyan to kiss down his neck, to his shoulders, placing a soft, almost loving, kiss between his shoulder blades. “You would love it, if it was real. If I fucked you, hurt you, left you crying and discarded.” Lazary mumbled, the idea only fuelling his fantasies, his hips moving faster, a snap to their increasing pace.

“You wouldn’t… too soft in the middle. You still ask if you can hold my hand… like a little bitch,” Sevastyan laughed a dry wheeze, split between his moans. “You love me too much to even pretend to fuck me like that, Laz.” Sevastyan’s fingertips pressed into the wall, indenting his hands with speckled brick and mortar.

“Sorry, not everyone can get off on atrocities like you can.” Laz huffed, finding Sevastyan much too distracting to set any proper speed worthy of being called fucking. So he wrapped his fist around the belt end and yanked hard, Sevastyan’s taunts and groans lost behind a painful hiss. “Call me a bitch again, and you get to pass out, and I’ll finish myself over your body, instead of inside you. How’s that?” Lazary asked, and released his grip, just enough for a precious breath of air, which let Sevastyan make the first sage decision of his life and shut up for once. “Good boy,” Lazary said, with a look of almost genuine relief on his face. He gave Sevastyan’s ass a squeeze, but kept his hand on the leash, just in case. He found his original pace, and quickly worked up to the speed of skin slapping against skin, their arousals mingling as their bodies did. Sevastyan’s ass let up its tightness, Lazary’s precum and Sevastyan’s juices making for a much more pleasant fuck.

Smooth, eager, Lazary’s cock ached, he whined as he rutted into Sevastyan, not realising how starved he was for this. Only a week they hadn’t fucked, but it was too long. Lazary would have Sevastyan in or around him every single day if he could. He wanted to take Sevastyan far away, keep him all to himself, make sure nobody could look at his boy. Sevastyan was Lazary’s, and Lazary’s alone. Sevastyan would never leave him, if he ever tried, Lazary would chain him to the bed and–

Lazary came with a cascading groan, stuttering his hips into Sevastyan’s ass as he filled up another hole. He fucked his cum deep inside, just as Sevastyan’s ass twitched around his cock, Sevastyan came down his leg, dribbling white onto the grass and dirt. Sevastyan was soaked with sweat, panting, trembling. Lazary eased himself out, dragging a trail of cum with him. He couldn’t help himself, holding Lazary’s ass open to lick up the cum and push it back into Sevastyan’s hole with his tongue. Sevastyan’s knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground; though Lazary attempted to stop him, ending up right next to Sevastyan, bare asses in the dirt.

“Fuck… you went all out at the end…” Sevastyan laughed softly, sitting in the mess. Both men had a bit of a face to them, sad the cum was going to waste. Another fantasy to explore at a later date. “You’re sick, I like it,” Sevastyan moved, wrapping his arms around Lazary’s shoulders, nuzzling up onto his chest. Spent. Tired.

“No worse than you, dove.” Lazary pet Sevastyan’s hair, allowing them to sit for a while in the alley, half-naked and ripe for the viewing from any unfortunate passersby. “You alright? Do you need any water, food,” Lazary and his medical training. Sevastyan pushed a finger to Lazary’s lips, smushing them.

“I’m still pretending.” Sevastyan said, quiet, pulling back to look at Lazary. “Pretending I’ve fallen for my stalker, and we’ve just had a borderline-criminal fuck, thinking about what comes next.” Sevastyan cooed, eyes half-lidded. Andrey must have taught Sevastyan that, how to make men’s souls weak with just one look. Again, at the thought of Andrey, Lazary’s blood went hot. He’d take Sevastyan away soon enough.

“Well, what does come next, insatiable one?” Lazary leaned back on his palms, looking up at Sevastyan, all the love in the world in those eyes.

Sevastyan pursed his lips, trying to sell that he hadn’t already made up his mind. “Hmm,” He dragged out, then his toothy, devious, cum-eating grin came back over his features. He spoke, eyes aflame, “Round two,” tackling Lazary to the ground. The couple wouldn’t be leaving that alley for a while.

The Horrors (Of Our Love)

A transcript of roleplay written by me (Lazary) and Cael (Sevastyan). Yes it is as bad as it seems.

caelboy — 4/24/2025 10:34 PM

It was a cloudy day, as all were this lovely steppe town. It was earlier, nearing noon, and already the Broken Heart was alive with its patrons and their drunkenness, trying to forget the pest in the other districts. It began to breach the Hindquarters, but would be ignored by the revellers. There was twyrine to drink and a beautiful dancer. The drinks flowed beyond stupor. The bar owner said ‘pour', the bartender obeyed readily. The only thing not being obeyed was the town quarantine.

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 10:37 PM

He trudges up to the door, not bothering to knock, instead slamming it open and ducking inside. The damned stairs are difficult, with a cloak and mask, let alone shoes that may as well be stilts, but he manages. Slams the quarantine order down on the bartop, and glares at those behind the bar under his mask. "You're in violation."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 10:40 PM

He looks up at the massive bird-man, wide eyed. Then, he snorts a short laugh before sliding the quarantine note closer to the executor. "‘S not my bar." He says with a smirk, very clearly drunk and very clearly not having any shit today.

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 10:42 PM

"You're the one pouring the drinks. They're going to keep being here if you keep pouring. That makes it, at least in part, your problem." The man can't see it, but Lazary's eyes grow colder. Chill distaste making his tone frosty.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:06 PM

"Boss says I pour, I pour, birdy." His smile is gap toothed, eyes crinkling. He's smiling but not getting much enjoyment out of it. "Take a seat, watch the pretty lady dance. Boss will make it worth your while…" He crooned.

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 11:12 PM

"Your boss can't bribe me out of enforcing a quarantine. You all need to leave. Go home, and stay there." The disgust is palpable. Lazary wants no part of whatever his boss thinks will make it ‘worth his while.'

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:13 PM

"Right, right, that's all good and fair. But I can't leave. Not unless boss Andrey says I can." The man shrugged. "You want them to leave, they will. But I can't. Boss says and I need the money."

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 11:14 PM

Laz grinds his teeth. "Well then. Where is this boss of yours? It seems we need to have a chat.

Andrey Stamatin — 4/24/2025 11:17 PM

"I'm right here." Andrey emerges from a back room. He looks the executor up and down, unimpressed.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:22 PM

"We found him! Hey, boss." Sev's attitude changes almost instantly. He leans in, looking up, coy-like. "Birdy wants to shut us down."

Andrey Stamatin — 4/24/2025 11:24 PM

Andrey leans in as well, absolutely encouraging the behavior, but not reciprocating. "Is that so….. Well, what do we say to stuck up birds?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:26 PM

"Get fuckin' bent, then, yeah?" Sev laughs and pours Andrey a glass of twyrine. No ice.

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 11:32 PM

Laz pulls a face, not that anyone can see it. "I have here a quarantine order signed by Bachelor Dankovsky himself, with his seal. None of you can be here you all need to be home, staying away from one another. The pest has made it to your district."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:37 PM

"Dankovsky… Dankovsky— oh, right! Yeah, that's the one, Boss? Your old friend?" Sev says with a snark. "We'll be fine, then, if Bachelor Dankovsky's on the case." He rolled his eyes, bemused. He'd never met the Bachelor but he had already formed his opinion.

Andrey Stamatin — 4/24/2025 11:39 PM

"If people want to spend their days and nights drinking away the pest, why should I not provide? And if they want a little more than just spirits, why should we not give space for it?" Andrey's arms are thrown out, he's grandstanding now. "No, if Dankovsky wants me to close down the Broken Heart, he'll have to come personally and force me to do so.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:45 PM

He looks smitten, really, but knows Andrey doesn't see it. The fixed eyes and lips-parted look, but there's a twinge, the tightening of back teeth, hearing Andrey call for Dankovsky himself. "Sorry birdy," Sev snaps from his stupor. "I can escort you out but I'll be the only one stepping an inch off the premises today."

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 11:48 PM

"Fine. But I will be sending a courier to tell Bachelor Dankovsky about this."

Andrey Stamatin — 4/24/2025 11:48 PM

"Be my guest!" Andrey waves the quarantine order at Lazary, mocking. "Don't forget this, birdy."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:50 PM

Sev fully giggles. "You want an escort then? Saw you struggling down the stairs."

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 11:55 PM

He doesn't want to admit it but- "Yes. These damn uniforms are inconvenient as hell indoors."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/24/2025 11:56 PM

He moves from behind the bar. He looks unsteady himself, but offers his arm like a gentleman. "Don't worry, everyone in here is ogling the Bride, they won't notice a thing." He's still smiling, like in his drunkenness, has forgotten how to stop.

Lazary Voronov — 4/24/2025 11:59 PM

It's difficult, more difficult going up the stairs, long robes catching on each step, but the two of them manage to get all the way up. Laz turns to face him, growing serious. "You really should go home. It's not safe to be out. Especially not here. This whole place is going to turn into a hotbed of disease."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:02 AM

They're right before the entrance. Sev too feels himself falter a bit. "No. No, I have work to do. If I left without boss— Andrey's permission… well. I shouldn't leave at all. Who'll watch everyone? See, I'm needed here. So." Sev looked away, back into the bar. Everyone was so oblivious to the h enings outside the doors. He was too, he supposed. "… is it really that bad…?"

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:05 AM

"Everyone who frequents this bar in the coming days will likely die." Laz roots around in a bag he keeps under the outer layer of costuming, coming up with a clean mask. He holds it out to Sev. "You don't have to be one of them. Go home."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:07 AM

"I can't just… leave. I need the money, like you said. Nothing Dankovsky can say or do will make me less poor or less drunk. The boss knows what's good. So… thanks, but no thanks." Sev sighed but did snatch the mask, hiding it in his clothes as if it was drugs.

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:11 AM

Laz sighs, sad, frustrated. "At least try to avoid touching people?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:14 AM

"Damn, you're choked up about this!" Sev laughed. "C'mon, does Dankovsky have you by the balls or something? Have to reach a certain quota of not dead people…?" Sev tries to keep the mood light, that's his job, but he looks almost hesitant to return downstairs, as if beneath him is not the bar, but a black tar pit.

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:19 AM

"I just don't want to see more people dead. Especially when it was preventible. Doubly so when it's someone so close to having a chance to survive." Laz opens the door, balking for a moment when he sees how much closer the clouds of plague have come, how much thicker the air is with particulates.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:23 AM

He peers out the door as well. "That's…" Sev frowns. "That's the way to my house." He points off into the cloud, into the distant fog. "You're not shitting, huh… how many are sick already, in this district? I've just been here. Figured it was easier. I haven't been out…" Sev laughed, but it was nervous. Afraid.

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:26 AM

"Last count was 70. That was two hours ago, I don't know how many more have been infected since." Laz looks at him, peering out from beneath his mask. "You don't have to be one of them."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:30 AM

Sev grits his teeth. "Walk me home." He says, almost like pulling teeth. "When you send for Dankovsky, pass along something that says I'm sick, and so contagious that I could kill everyone or… or some shit. Last thing I want is Andrey sick and dying. Or, whatever." He crosses his arms and puts on the mask, tying it snug over his nose and mouth. "Is it… good? I've never worn one."

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:34 AM

"Yes. You've got it on right. I'll do that. Lie for you, I mean. If it means you'll stay home, and safe." He honestly has half a mind to pull the man under his robes, protect him further from the pest, but Laz knows that won't go over well. "Come on then, we'll have to go fast, you don't want to spend too much time out here, but I'll get you home."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:36 AM

Sev nods instead of saying ‘thank you'. "My house, it's at the edge of the Hind— ‘s not really a house, more like a… flat a gust of wind away from being rubble." He says, and his laugh is gone. "Sure you'll be able to keep pace then, birdy?"

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:39 AM

"Oh I'm sure. When not impeded by stairs, I'm quite fast in these." He doesn't like the sound of ‘flat gust of wind away from rubble' but it's not like he can do anything about that.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 11:22 AM

He began walking down the way. He was definitely unsteady, definitely drunk, and he squinted at the sky, the cloud-covered sun like a beam of pain right into his eyes. What made things worse were the moans of pain and suffering that came from some of the houses, infected and mourning people hiding, trying to stay alive.

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 11:24 AM

Laz speeds up a bit, taking hold of his arm to help steady him, wanting him inside as soon as possible. The air is thick and putrid, the stench of sick permeating everything. It's vile.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 11:27 AM

Sev mumbles to himself, drunken ramblings, finding some gripe with Andrey and Dankovsky— the only two words that can actually be made out. Sev stops abruptly. "This is me. Thanks for… y'know. Walking me like a god." Sev snorts a laugh.

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 11:39 AM

"Walking you like a god….." Laz doesn't know what to make of that, but finds himself chuckling all the same. "Stay inside. Away from windows and doors. Boil your water."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 11:41 AM

"What about you then?" Sev asks, crossing his arms. "You're just a big bird. You're not safe either. And the pub isn't gonna close. Even Dankovsky can't change Andrey's mind. Some hot shot bachelor he is."

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 11:47 AM

"If Dankovsky can't change Andrey's mind, he'll get the Governor involved. And…" He's not fine, not really. The costume only does so much, but his job, at least, helps people, might help put an end to the pest. "I'll be alright. We get taken care of, at the hospital, if need be."

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 11:49 AM

"That cesspool? I don't even go to that district and I know how many dead bodies are piled behind the curtain. You're cute, though. For having hope. Almost sounds like a human person under the mask, ‘stead of a bird."

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 11:51 AM

"You're drunk." Laz nudges him toward the door, trying to get the man to go inside.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:05 PM

"As always." Sev turned to the door and fumbled with his keys. The place really was in shambles, what little the barman could afford. "Good luck staying alive." The key found purchase and the door unlocked. Sev tripped over the door frame, then turned back. "If he finds out I've ditched, I'm good as plague-dead anyway." Sev closed the door, and through the window, could be seen looking through discarded bottles on a table, trying to see which had any drops of booze left.

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:08 PM

Laz shook his head, if the man wanted to kill himself slow there wasn't anything he could do about it. Not during the plague. It would be a shame though, to see him wither. Laz hangs a marker on the door. ‘Infected, do not enter.' It'll have to do for now. Perhaps offer some modicum of protection from Andrey.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4/25/2025 12:12 PM

Only looking out of the corner of his eyes, Sev watched Laz linger. He really did seem human under all that pomp and feathers. No matter, he'd take to drowning his sorrows, cursing Andrey for saying Dankovsky's name like that. For saying it at all.

Lazary Voronov — 4/25/2025 12:15 PM

He turns, slowly trudging away into the clouds of pestilence. Back to the hospital, to Dankovsky. To being able to watch as he works. Laz knows all of his routes, knows the best place to watch him through the windows of the Stillwater loft. But now… Now Laz has another person he think's he quite like to watch.

caelboy — 4/25/2025 12:19 PM

The streets are empty. People are scared, however, the closer one gets to the theatre-turned-hospital, the more people seem to be about. Somehow, the district has escaped infection, but the theatre houses patient and corpse alike, with three doctors that just can't seem to agree on aid.

Lazary Voronov — 4/28/2025 7:19 PM

Speaking of doctors and those Voronov wishes to watch, the man draws closer to the hospital. Bachelor Dankovsky will be there, it's his scheduled shift, and Lazary knows he doesn't shirk his duties. He knocks on the door and slips inside, having to duck to get through the frame.

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/28/2025 7:23 PM

"You're late, Voronov." Daniil is stood rightr by the door, impassable to any latecomers. Stakh and Burakh have found themselves here as well, Stakh taking a vigil, straddling an uncomfortably small chair, Burakh seemingly elbow deep in a dead man's side, fishing around for infected organs. Daniil doesn't even glance up from his notes, although his eyes do track upwards to Burakh just once. "What kept you?"

Lazary Voronov — 4/28/2025 9:11 PM

"Stamatin. Refused the quarantine order sir. He won't shut the bar down. Said you'd have to march down there yourself." Lazary hates dis ointing the man, but there was nothing he could have done to change it this time.

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/28/2025 10:15 PM

Daniil lets out a long-suffering sigh and puts his notes off to the side. "I had a feeling. Obstinate, stubborn… and a few other words I'd rather not say in front of the resting. I don't have time for this… but he'll get everybody killed." Daniil huffs. "‘March down there myself'. That probably means he wants something. Fine then. Take a moment to rest. You'll come with me, escort the smart ones out of there. I'll deal with Andrey myself. I don't need a poor soul to be privy to his ineptitude."

Lazary Voronov — 4/29/2025 3:46 PM

Me? Come with him? Laz barely keeps down the giddy heel click he wants to do. Instead grinning wide and gleeful under his mask. "Yes sir!"

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/29/2025 3:53 PM

Daniil feels the slightest twinge of superiority, but pushes it into his stomach. He is no boss, but an advisor. A director. A director of what, death and decay? "Yes, get yourself together and meet me outside— oh, right. Give me your tally of infected in the Hindquarters. The infection just began its spread there, I want to see how low we can keep these numbers."

Lazary Voronov — 4/29/2025 5:25 PM

Voronov hands him the tally, says, "I marked all the infected houses. ribbons and slate over the door and across the frame. You'll be able to see if it's been broken." Of course, Novikova's door hadn't gottne ribbon put over it. He can get out if he really needs to, without any being the wiser.

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/29/2025 5:25 PM

"Finally. Some competence." Daniil has some assemblage of relief, maybe even a smile, upon his face. "Right. Then that's in order, you and I will go to Andrey's. Make him see reason." Daniil donned a mask and made sure his gloves were tight and smooth. "I could use a break from the death— though Stamatin's company won't be much better."

Lazary Voronov — 4/29/2025 5:57 PM

"Oh! And, before I forget, his barman, he's sick. Infected. I made him go home but—" Laz made a promise, and he's damn well going to fulfill it. Sev won't be going anywhere in this plague. And when he ‘miraculously survives it' no one has to know.

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/29/2025 6:01 PM

"The barman—?" Daniil stops dead in his tracks. "Do we know how long? How many patrons have been in and out of the Broken Heart? How many have been infected because of him?" Daniil didn't just look shocked, he looked in disbelief and angry. "That son of a— he's going to get everyone in this town killed." Daniil wasn't talking about Sev. His pace quickened. "While I'm restraining myself from knocking Stamatin's lights out, you will confiscate the patron list. If the barman isn't dead, I'll need to interrogate him and possibly examine him to see what stage of the infection he's contracted."

Lazary Voronov — 4/30/2025 5:46 PM

Lazary almost smacks into the shorter man. "I uh. I think he contracted it on the way home. I convinced him to leave, but-"

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/30/2025 6:14 PM

"… you're lying to me. If you're forging or fabricating an infection, Voronov," Daniil's piercing stare could crack marble.

Lazary Voronov — 4/30/2025 6:15 PM

"Look, he- Stamatin will rip him apart, literally if he doesn't come back and he's not infected. I'm sorry, I am, I just-"

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/30/2025 6:20 PM

Daniil sighs. "Don't apologise for Stamatin's indiscretion. You know we will have to examine him anyway. Since you're tender, you'll do it, then, yes?" It wasn't a question. "I know first hand how… callous Andrey can be,"

Lazary Voronov — 4/30/2025 6:23 PM

"Yes, yes of course." Lazary nearly trips over himself in his haste to agree. "He's— He's not infected but, tell Stamatin he is? Please? There's no reason for him to die for wanting to follow your quarantine."

Daniil Dankovsky — 4/30/2025 6:33 PM

"Fine then. No use adding a useless number to the tally. After we shut down the Broken Heart, straight to this barman." Daniil directed. There they stood at the precipice of the pub, and the music and chatter can be heard even from outside the heavy metal doors.

Lazary Voronov — 5/1/2025 7:11 PM

"Thank you." Lazary, trying to be a gentleman, opens and holds the door for Daniil, shuffling and ducking awkwardly after him.

Daniil Dankovsky — 5/1/2025 7:13 PM

The bar is still as crowded as it was, perhaps more. The herb bride dances, the drinks are being poured, but by Andrey this time, in lieu of his ditching barman. "Stamatin, what is the meaning of this? You refused a quarantine order? Do you know how many people you'll kill this way?" He barked, sneering at the circus master.

Andrey Stamatin — 5/3/2025 2:53 PM

"People who'll die anyway, my good friend! People who would rather die here, with drink in hand and beautiful women to watch, than at home alone and afraid as they starve. You could say I'm providing a public service! Panem et circenses, and all that." Andrey speaks as he pours two drinks, downing one himself and holding the other out to Dankovsky. "Come now old boy, let loose! Enjoy yourself! The world is ending!"

Daniil Dankovsky — 5/3/2025 3:48 PM

"The world is not ending, but you're certainly contributing to its downfall." Daniil smacks Andrey's extended hand away. "Tell your patrons to leave. There have already been infected persons in and out of your bar. Don't make me get the town police. I will not ask you again, Stamatin." Daniil said firmly, unwavering.

Andrey Stamatin — 5/3/2025 3:55 PM

Andrey frowns, and knocks back the half spilt drink intended for Daniil. "What, like Saburov can will manage to actually get his hands on me. Like any of this will matter in a few days when the whole town is a grave."

Daniil Dankovsky — 5/3/2025 4:01 PM

"I knew you to be obstinate but I didn't think it this bad. Your own bartender is infected. Who knows how many drinks he has served that could be infected. And… you don't want your patrons to stop rolling in once all is said and done? How will you be remembered, Stamatin? When your beloved bar turns into a morgue? Until one day you drag the plague to Peter. He's of a more… delicate composition. I've seen the Pest eat through children slower than it would him." Daniil sneered, like a blade poised to Andrey's throat.

Andrey Stamatin — 5/3/2025 4:15 PM

"Peter….. Peter is safe and sound. I'll not be bringing anything back to him." Andrey swallows, his throat working against the solid lump thats formed. He puts on a brave face, false bravado plastered across it. "Anyway it'll hardly matter if the bar is a morgue when the whole town dies."

Daniil Dankovsky — 5/3/2025 4:38 PM

"Are you being intentionally dense? You absolute fool— when the whole town dies, Peter dies. Your herb bride dies. Your bartender dies. He might already be dead. That's it. Have some fucking sense." Daniil scowls.

Andrey Stamatin — 5/4/2025 8:13 AM

"I have sense, I have the sense to ignore your ridiculous ruling. You're not my master, you've never been. Not really." Andrey pours himself another drink. "Who gives a damn about the barkeep? He's nothing anyway. Easily replaceable." Hands wave as if brushing away the dust left behind in Sev's wake. He's pointedly ignoring the comments about Peter, needing to ignore them, so be doesn't loose it.

Daniil Dankovsky — 5/4/2025 9:37 AM

"I knew you were a fool, but I thought you still had something left." Daniil turns to face Lazary, but he speaks to make sure Andrey hears, makes sure the entire bar hears. "The police will be informed. Everyone remaining inside will be arrested and tested for signs of the sand pest. If any of them are infected, I will make sure that they torch this decrepit place to the ground." He turns back to Andrey. "And I shall see to it personally that Peter is well taken care of. But of course, in these times… well. It's like you said. People are easily replaceable." Daniil clasped his hands together, with a smile. "Come on then, Voronov. Much more work to be done."

Andrey Stamatin — 5/28/2025 8:05 AM

Andrey just throws a rude gesture at the pair as they leave, pouring himself another drink, and turning back to the crowds. He knows Daniil won't let Peter die out of spite, he's not that kind of man, not like Andrey himself is.

Lazary Voronov — 5/28/2025 8:05 AM

"Yes sir!" Lazary follows Dankovsky with a smile, obscured by the hood. He doubts Stamatin will heed the warning, but at least it's the Bachelor himself that's being defied this time, and not Laz.

Daniil Dankovsky — 5/28/2025 9:16 AM

The two leave, the metal door slamming behind them. Daniil pinches the bridge of his nose with a huff. "Conversing with that Stamatin is enough to want to put a bullet through one's skull." Daniil rolls his shoulders back, putting on his unshaken mask. "I'll inform the police. You tend to the barkeep. Full examination, do not skip anything, even if you two are just playing pretend. Any sign of the pest and you report right back to me. Understood?"

Lazary Voronov — 5/28/2025 9:17 AM

A sharp nod, even more birdlike with the mask. "Understood sir."

Daniil Dankovsky — 5/28/2025 9:20 AM

"Good. Get on your way, then." Daniil gave Lazary a one-two pat on the arm and began walking towards the centre of town, knowing he hadn't decided on telling the police. Perhaps old college threads held to his wrists, a puppet of compassion.

Lazary Voronov — 5/28/2025 9:23 AM

Oh god he touched me! Laz thinks, giddy with the thought. He doesn't want to wash that arm again, plague be damned. But, he heads off to the barkeep's place, intent on and excited by both seeing the man again and following Dankovsky's order.

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/28/2025 9:29 AM

The street is quiet with the sun's dwindling light. Someone still manages to light the street lamps, with what looks like a sweater tied around their lower face. Sevastyan's door still has the notice. The window is uncovered, curtains drawn back. A first floor view. The home looks somehow worse in the hours of dusk, long shadows cast from every brick out of place.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 9:18 AM

Lazary leaves the notice, breaks the seal gently, taking down the ribbon before he enters, not wanting to attract the attention of any arsonists who decide an infected house that's clearly been opened would be better as kindling than a dwelling. The door creaks something awful when he pushes it open, not bothering to knock.

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 9:24 AM

The inside of the house is better than the outside, but by a small margin. In the kitchen, bottles are stacked on a small round table, covering its entire surface. A chair has fallen over next to it, not even suitable for sitting with a splintered back. At the furthest end of the living room is a small cot, a thin mattress covered by a blanket, a surprisingly decent one, and several lumps which ear to be the sleeping owner of the abode.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 9:36 AM

None of it looks safe for living, but it's not as if Lazary's home is much better. Less.... torn apart, but still a shithole. He stalks over to the mattress, crouching over him, just watching, for a bit. He's rather pretty when he's alseep, Laz finds.

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 9:38 AM

Sevastyan has the blanket curled around him, his knees pulled up to his chest. His hair is clearly pillow-wrought, sticking out every which way. The dark circles under Sevastyan's eyes are still clear, but he almost looks peaceful in the state. Dreamless, quiet.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 9:40 AM

He doesn't want to wake the man, clearly Sev needs the sleep. So he doesn't. Not yet anyway, leaning in closer, letting himself be drawn toward that gorgeous sleeping face. Laz wants to count every pore.

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 9:42 AM

Every shift is a little nerve wracking. But when not spouting nonsense, without that shit-eating grin, Sev is handsome. He has dainty eyelashes, they must be so soft. His lips are slightly parted, each breath moves the blanket ever so slightly.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 9:45 AM

Lazary has the insane thought to kiss the man. To climb atop him and lie pressed against him. Almost does, until he comes to his sense, and remembers the plague h ening around them. Instead he falls back on his haunches, shifts to kneel next to Sev. A gloved hand slowly, achingly slowly, reaches out and shakes the sleeping barkeep.

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 9:48 AM

A little movement is all it takes for Sevastyan to jolt awake and lunge at Lazary, a dangerous blade in his hand. His eyes are wild, clearly he'd slept with the knife, he crouches over Lazary, blade raised in the last throes of sleep— "Birdy…?" Sevastyan's eyes widen in recognition. It must have been a sight to wake up to an Executor hovering over his bed.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 9:50 AM

Flat on his back with a pretty man holding a knife on him, Laz has to will his cock to not stiffen. He's not entirely successful, but at least the robes hide it. "Came to interview you. Dankovsky's orders. Stamatin won't come after you."

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 9:53 AM

Sev eases back with the knife, rising from Lazary. "Didn't have to break in…" He mumbles, now standing, clearly not as stable now that he's fully awake and definitely hung over. "Interview me for what? A job? Not… exactly a medical professional, birdy…" He laughs bitterly, musing over the idea that Andrey really won't come after him. It's almost a sad feeling.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 9:54 AM

"I didn't break in, your door was open. That's not very good practice, especially now." Laz worries for him. "And no, not for a job, about your condition, you dolt."

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 9:56 AM

"I'm still holding a knife, Birdy." Sevastyan frowns. "And what condition, I don't need to be told I have a problem, I knooooow I have a problem. Come into my house, break in; you definitely broke in, make me almost stab you, and say I have a condition! The nerve of you birds." Sevastyan huffs, crossing his arms.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 9:57 AM

His cock twiches a bit at the reminder Sev could cut him easily. "The plague you don't actually have!" Honestly, what does Lazary see in this man. "I need to follow procedure, even if you aren't actually infected."

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 10:00 AM

Sevastyan stares at Lazary, then snorts a laugh. "Right! Right! Haha… yes, the whole plague— really it doesn't exist inside these walls. I come in here… nobody's dying, no coughing, crying, moaning… I think my neighbor caught it but I haven't heard her whining about it in a couple of days… right! Examine me away, Doctor Birdy!" Sevastyan held his arms out by his sides, and he drops the knife, point down, lodging it into the wooden floor.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 10:02 AM

Laz rising to stand, looking down at him. "Alright, strip." He needs to see skin, make sure there's not something hiding under there. Plague or otherwise.

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 10:04 AM

Sevastyan giggled. "Oh it costs extra for that." He complied anyway, peeling off his shirt. "Andrey never let me dance with her. Said she was delicate as a petal. Wanted to take her, bring her home… wanted to be on the stage!" Sevastyan raised his arms over his head in a stretch. "Boss never looked at me the way he tried not to look at her. Shameful, almost. No, not him." Maybe Sevastyan was somehow still drunk.

Lazary Voronov — 5/31/2025 10:41 AM

He shakes his head, trying to clear the image of Sevastyan dancing on stage. "You'd be better suited there than behind the bar....." It slips out before he can stop it. Lazary marks down the lack of symptoms, the clear signs of alcoholism, the lack of sleep and burst blood vessel in one eye. "Come on, trousers too."

Sevastyan Novikova — 5/31/2025 10:43 AM

The laughter is melodic, almost lilting. "Ha… you're sweet." He seems, for just a moment, soberingly sad. He undoes his pants and slides them down his legs, kicking them away. On his right leg is a line of poorly healed marks, one after the other. Needle lines, but in a place Sevastyan couldn't easily reach himself. It was also a wonder he wasn't completely emancipated under those clothes.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/1/2025 10:40 PM

The relief is heavenly. Lazary isn't even gone another five minutes before Sevastyan has made a mess of himself, drenched in sweat and a few other bodily fluids. Once he's sure he doesn't want to go several more rounds with his hand, he shoves his cock back into his trousers and hides under the blankets. The theatre awaited Lazary's earance. As did the bachelor, who thought he'd feel a bit more smug in this moment.

Lazary Voronov — 6/1/2025 10:51 PM

Lazary is running later than he'd like, but still arrives early, bobs his head as he ducks to get into the theater-cum-hospital, and reports to Dankovsky.

Daniil Dankovsky — 6/1/2025 10:54 PM

"It's done." He doesn't comment on Lazary's tardiness. "The Broken Heart is closed. Multiple had symptoms of the pest, three tested positive. But we managed to quarantine who needed to be. For those who didn't show signs, it may be only a matter of time. If only I'd gone myself. If I'd done so sooner…" Daniil sighs. "Stamatin is behind bars. He won't be for long, but it's safer for him there than wherever else he may crawl to."

Lazary Voronov — 6/1/2025 11:02 PM

Lazary smiles, though no one can see it. "I'm glad to hear it. I can also confirm that the barkeep does not have the pest. He has none of the symptoms and tested negative. He's quarantining as we speak though, for safety."

Daniil Dankovsky — 6/1/2025 11:05 PM

"Good." He rounds the table he stands over. "I've seen more people come in, having taken their own lives, than died of the pest. Given how it snakes its way through the body, I can't help but believe those who chose death at their own hands may be onto something." He looks up at Lazary. "And how are you? You are no doctor, your life is not supposed to be this encumbered with death. How do you find yourself in these times?" It's rare of Dankovsky to ask a question rather than bark an order. But he seems tired, run down.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 5:54 AM

"I… I've recently found a light. Someone to look forward to seeing. It makes things easier." Lazary's smile softens, when he think's about how from today on, he'll be coming home to Sevastyan.

Daniil Dankovsky — 6/2/2025 8:49 AM

"I am not a man of sentiments. But hold onto that person. So rarely are there glimmers of hope in times like these." Daniil gives Lazary a clipboard. "The same as usual. And— stay out of the Hindquarters on your journey. It'll be burned soon."

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:03 AM

Lazary nods. "Yes sir." And accepts his duties for the day.

Daniil Dankovsky — 6/2/2025 9:11 AM

"Good. Off with you, you'll only catch death in here." Daniil waves his hand dismissively, but perks up at the sound of heavy footsteps. Artemy Burakh swallows the Bachelor's attention whole, and he immediately retreats over to him, without another word.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:12 AM

There's a small pang of jealousy, but knowing he has someone else now, someone who will always be home, soothes Lazary some. When he turns and leaves to do his rounds, no one notices him leave.

caelboy — 6/2/2025 9:15 AM

There are some children in the street. The sand pest has abated from the Marrow, but its effects remain. There had been more children in this playground once. A little girl breaks from what seems to be her sister, and points up at Lazary, calling him ‘big birdy'. The sister collects the girl and apologises to Lazary. Sweetness, innocence, curiosity and h iness. How long had the town been robbed of that?

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:17 AM

Laz waves at the kids, offering them a few rasins, and continues on his route. He doesn't want to be something to fear, even if he knows that's exactly what he is in this plaguetime.

caelboy — 6/2/2025 9:22 AM

The day is quick going. With less people alive, there are less places to check. A few notices here and there, ribbons put up. The day ends almost as quickly as it begins. The Bachelor isn't at the theatre. Only Burakh and Stakh Rubin. The Bachelor was better off pacing around the Town Hall.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:27 AM

He reports all the same. Giving the count of new infected, of dead, of everything. Addresses, names, he gives all of it to Burakh.

caelboy — 6/2/2025 9:30 AM

Artemy actually looks at Lazary with a soft smile that doesn't seem to hit his furrowed brow. He take the clipboard and thanks Lazary, telling him to go home and get so much deserved rest. His pay would come by mail tomorrow.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:31 AM

Lazary nods and leaves with a thanks, giddy to be going back to see his new boy.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 9:32 AM

The house is quiet, the doors and windows all still locked. No attempt to leave was made, all perfectly in place.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:38 AM

He's humming as he sheds his uniform items. Striping down to just underclothes. Boxers and an undershirt. Unlocks Sevastyan's door still smiling, excited to see his boy.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 9:40 AM

He's still as stone. Curled up, his favourite sleeping position, this time facing outward. The blanket is tucked under his chin, holding it down with his body, he looks like a pretty little cocoon.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:44 AM

Oh he's just adorable! Laz can't help but coo over the man. He goes further into the room, crawling onto the foot of the bed to sit and watch him sleep.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 9:46 AM

His jaw is tight even in sleep, but he's laying so still, like a pretty doll to play with. When he sleeps, it's the only time he isn't running his mouth, biting or screaming. It's truly a delight.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:49 AM

The longer he stays sitting there though, the more obvious the smell becomes. Lazary gently lifts the bottom bit of blanket, and smiles wide and predatory when he sees the mess Sev has made. "Did someone have fun? Wanted to play while I was out?" He knows he won't get a response, but it's fun to be cruel to him, even unconsious.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 9:52 AM

He's soft while asleep, but the evidence is clear. Sevastyan's shirt is slightly raised, revealing a small, splattered white line up his stomach that he missed in his frantic clean up. Not to mention most of his pants buttons were undone and his pants were, in fact, stained.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 9:59 AM

Laz wishes there was a way he could watch Sevastyan while he's out. Wants to see the man when he thinks he's got privacy. Lazary thinks he must make such a pretty face when he cums.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:00 AM

"Welcome home." He mumbles. He can feel Lazary's weight by his feet, not knowing that Lazary is well aware of the ‘trouble' he got up to while he was away. He thinks he's perfectly hidden.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:05 AM

"You have fun while I was out, baby?" He asks, teasing, knowing it'll make Sevastyan blush.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:06 AM

Sevastyan swallows the urge to freak out. "I've been stuck here the whole time. What do you think?" His face is bright red.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:07 AM

"You got up to some fun though. I can tell. Seems I was right then. You do like it here~"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:10 AM

"What do you want me to say? I can't… I don't…" Words fall flat. He's ashamed. Embarrassed. He gingerly, very slowly pulls away the blanket, all of his own, uncovering himself. Vulnerable. He lets Lazary see him; still fully clothed, but like a gazelle baring its neck.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:12 AM

"There we go! Such a pretty little mess! Smaller mess than I would have expected, honestly, but once you're up to a healthy weight that'll probably change."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:13 AM

His face is completely flushed, and all the right things are h ening to him. He likes it. It's degrading but, so… enticing. He speaks quietly, almost a whisper above the din. "Thank you…"

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:17 AM

Lazary lights up. "Oh you're so very welcome." he coos, tone sickly sweet and mean. "I did tell you I could tell you'd like it here. I'll take very good care of you, don't worry about a thing."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:21 AM

"I can't pretend not to be a sick man. Everything you've done to me… fuck…. I hate it. I hate you." He says, but he's clearly hard again. And most likely would be that way for most of his time here. "But I… I… I don't know." He looks away.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:25 AM

"I know you're sick dear. That's what I'm for. I'm going to make you all better." Laz leans closer to him, half over him, there's no where for Sev to go. A hand reaches out, not touching, not yet, but hovering over him, close enough to feel the heat. "You know you don't actually hate me. Otherwise you wouldn't be hard and aching for me now would you?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:26 AM

Sev lets out a whine, his hips bucking upward, just barely not touching. "Please…" His muscles flex, he's trying to pull away, but Lazary is right there, how can this be h ening to him, his body betraying his mind.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:29 AM

If possible, his smile gets even wider, crooked and sharp. "That's what I thought." Lazary finally touches him, through the already stained trousers, feeling out the shape of what they're working with.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:32 AM

He jerks into Lazary's touch, cock twitching in his hand. "Fuck—" It's clear he's overly sensitive, he might have gone multiple rounds while Lazary was out. Tr ed by his trousers, he's certainly not large by any margin, a nice handful twitching beneath fabric.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:34 AM

Laz licks his lips. "You're just lovely, aren't you? Such a good little thing." Lazary starts firming rubbing him through the layers of cloth. "Now, how many times did you cum while I was out?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:35 AM

Sevastyan lets out a gasp, rolling his hips upward. He shook his head, taking deep shaking breaths as if he could will his erection away. "N-No… fuck—" He whines.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:36 AM

"How many times, Sev? Tell me."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:38 AM

"L-Lost count!" He wrenches away from Laz's hand, trying to get away from the pleasure, it feels amazing, he can't let it h en, not because of the man that ruined his life.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 10:39 AM

"That's a shame. What was the last number you remember?" He needs some sort of field to aim for.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 10:49 AM

"Fuck… four? Five? Can't remember… just saw your stupid face… it hurt so much but it felt so… so good…" He laughed pathetically. He hated himself right now.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 12:29 PM

"Five? Alright then. You've set yourself a high bar, haven't you?" Laz keeps rubbing, aiming to make a bigger mess inside his trousers.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 12:37 PM

"I don't… fuck… please… make it stop…" He groans, squirming, desperately wanting more but it's already overwhelming, he wriggles his hips to try and get away from Lazary's hand.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 12:40 PM

"What was that dear?" He goes faster, pressing more firmly.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 12:46 PM

He cries out, arching his back. "Please! I can't— stop, I don't…" He's begging, and he does look pretty when moaning and pleading. His trousers are soaked, the fabric against his aching cock just adds a layer of pain to the pleasure that Sev is addicted to.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 1:04 PM

"Yes you can," Lazary coos, leaning in close to his face. "You do, see? Otherwise you wouldn't have been thinking about me every time you did it.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 1:08 PM

"‘M gonna pass out… stop… stop please…" He trembles, pulling forward on the manacles so hard it might bruise. If Lazary stops though, Sev might just kill him for it later. He doesn't know what he wants, torn between the pleasure and remaining dignity he has left.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 1:12 PM

"If I stop now you'll just regret it more later." At this Laz's smile gets crueler. "After all, that was five or more times you came without me getting to watch. While thinking about me. You've got to make up that count while I'm here, dear."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 1:18 PM

Sev is nearly sobbing, wrenching his hips, panting as he gets closer. "Can't do it please…. Please…" He trembles and his eyes roll back, mouth open as he cums into the fabric, further ruining that poor pair of trousers. He whines out a begging plea, grinding his cock into Laz's hand.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 1:23 PM

"Such a good boy for me!" Lazary licks the side of his face. "Although I thought only whores and virgins came that quickly..." His hand stops it's ministrations, instead moving to pull down the trousers, wanting to get a good look at how wrecked his underwear are.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 1:25 PM

His white underwear are soaked, sticky with the last orgasm, his cum leaking down the front. He's visibly throbbing, being called such a sweet name, especially with that voice. "Which d-do you think I am?" He laughs weakly, a pit of loathing settling in his stomach as he stares at the ceiling.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 1:26 PM

God that mess is gorgeous, Laz wants to devour him. "Frankly, honey, I think you're mine."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 1:26 PM

"Go to Hell…" He says, trying to get the trembling under control.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 1:29 PM

"I'm already in heaven." And with that, he pulls Sevastyan's sore and throbbing cock out of his underwear, looking it over with greedy eyes. "I think you've got another five in you, don'tcha?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 1:37 PM

"What—" He jolts upright. "No- no, you can't." Please do. "I don't— I don't want this." Yes I do. The fact of his own resistance turned him on even more, what should have been a softening cock was once again leaking and stiff.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 1:51 PM

"Oh but you do! Look at how eager you are for it." Laz twirls a finger around the aching cock, collecting precum and booping Sev on the nose with it.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:00 PM

"My cock being hard d-doesn't make consent… rather bastard." What was he saying! He wanted Laz to drill him into the fucking bed until he was stupid! Just the bare touch on his leaking tip was enough to want to cum all on his own.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:12 PM

"Aw, do you want me to leave you all aching and leaking like this? I can, you know. Could pull those chains tight enough to not let you touch...." It would leave him aching and unable to do anything about it.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:15 PM

"No!" Sevastyan cried out. "Please… I-I'll be good… I'll be a good boy…" He looked away, embarrassed he'd said so, but anything to make his cock stop aching.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:16 PM

"That's what I thought." Laz wraps a hand around him fully then, giving a light squeeze. "Five more then."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:19 PM

His mind is nothing but blank, seeing stars. "I want it… want it… want you… hate you…" He whined. His cock was overstimulated, he was a drooling, stupid mess, and he loved it. He needed it.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:25 PM

"I know you do dear. Knew you'd come around." He starts stroking, nothing particularly fancy, no frills, just playing around with pressure until he finds the one that makes Sev squeal.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:33 PM

Sev's toes curl when Laz's thumb presses beneath his tip. "I-I don't think I can come f-five more t- holy fuck!" He whines at a particular squeeze. His eyes leak tears, his cock spills precum all over Lazary's fingers.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:35 PM

"You should have thought of that before you went and played so much earlier today." Whether or not anything comes out all five times is irrelevant to Lazary. The man below him could cum dry for all he cares, ahat he wants to see is the look on Sevastyan's face each time.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:40 PM

"L-Like when you talk to me like this… d-do you like my cock in your hand?" He asked, blissed out of his mind. He finds a slow, easy rhythm to roll his hips, trying to ease the pain of his overstimulation. He ruts into Lazary's palm, trying not to cry from it all.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:43 PM

Laz smiles, glad to see him leaning into all this. He was right, Sevastyan will like it here. "It's a very nice cock, dear. Fits in my hand just right."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:45 PM

He laughs breathily. "The second one… by the way…" He takes a minute to compose himself, to find his thoughts in the middle of the bliss. "Never… put it in someone." He admits. The man might as well know all of Sev's secrets, his cock already twitching in preparation to cum again.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:47 PM

He tightens his grip just a tad, and kisses Sev in an extraordinarily gentle manner. "We can fix that up for you. Never would have guessed though. For a sniveling virgin you act like such a whore."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:49 PM

Sev leans into it, it's not enough, Laz's lips are already off of his when Sevastyan cums again, fingers curling around Laz's arm, enough to nearly bruise. The way his eyes flutter, that perfect face, twisted because of Lazary, it's beautiful.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:52 PM

"There we go… such a pretty slut you are, Sev! I believe you when you say you haven't stuck it in anyone, but are you sure no one's stuck anything in you either?" Laz doesn't stop, just working him through the orgasm, through the aftershocks and well into overstimulated hell.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 2:54 PM

Sev whines painfully through the aftershocks, fully sobbing. He can't take it, it hurts so bad. "N-No.. No!" He barely manages to get out. "Never— mmmphh…" He covers his mouth with his hand, his words dissolving into moans.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 2:58 PM

Lazary can feel his own painfully hard erection in his boxers, can feel the waves of heat as Sev falls apart again, but he makes no move to pull it out or play with it. No he simply keeps stroking. "That's surprising. You're such a pretty little thing, I'm surprised the customers of that bar ever let you get away without trying to fuck you full to bursting."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:00 PM

"Please it's— it's too much…" He chokes on his tears. But the name calling, the stroking, it's all so perfect. His cock hurts so much, the pain brings pleasure, it's a tortuous cycle.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:02 PM

"No it's not. Not till you've given me the other four you owe." He's only gotten to see him orgasm twice, and he did it at least six times earlier. Laz just wants what he should have received. "You know, we're going to fix that up for you too, not havin anyone stuff your ass yet."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:05 PM

"I'm not some fucking p-pussy… I wouldn't take it from you or God himself…" He says as if he still has room to be tough, his dick weeping all over the nice bed. It hurts like a motherfucker. If it wasn't his cock that hurt he would have cum those four more times already.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:08 PM

"Mmm, we'll see~" Lazary has a feeling that as soon as Sev has his prostate pounded for the first time he'll turn into just the kind of cockhungry ‘pussy' he's decrying. Laz speeds up his strokes. "This works for now, of course.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:13 PM

"Please— please no more, no more I'll do anything else—" Sevastyan's cock throbs, another orgasm, but he's completely spent. He cums dry, in a sharp, agonising way. He hisses through his teeth, begging for mercy.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:15 PM

"You're only to three, dear thing. That's three more." Lazary keeps going, watching, gleeful, the way he writhes and shakes. "Tell you what. If you can come up with how to get three more out of you? We'll do it."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:17 PM

"I-I don't fucking know, you're the one who's jerking me o-off!" Sevastyan wrenches to the side, managing to pull out of Lazary's grasp. That definitely didn't feel good on the raw, stinging skin.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:18 PM

"Aw, is pretty boy sore?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:20 PM

"Feels like you're gonna pull my dick off. Fuck… do anything else… if I have to cum even more god—" He wipes his eyes, a snivelling mess.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:22 PM

"I'm not being fair, am I? I'll get some food and drink in you and we can go from there, mh?" Lazary pets gently over his hip, though his eyes keep twitching back to that limp tender red prick.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:25 PM

Sevastyan grabs Lazary's arm, looking at him with pathetic, wet eyes. "Don't leave me." He says quietly. He says it almost heartbreakingly, he's a perfect painting of a mess. Pants undone, cock leaking, face splotchy and red. "I'll be good… I'll be so good… be so good…"

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:31 PM

Lazary's face softens completely. "I won't hon." He leans over to grab the water, and curls around Sev. "I'm right here. Can you drink some of this?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:34 PM

He takes a minuscule sip, wiping his eyes. He knows there's no getting out of this ‘punishment', and he doesn't want to get out of it. "Thought you were gonna… keep going…" Sev whispered, then took another sip. "Can I tell you something?" He asked like one wild to a dear friend.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:35 PM

"I will, once you drink some more. What is it?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:37 PM

Sev takes another sip. "When I said stop… and no… and all of that… when you didn't stop, it made me feel… even better? More good? I'm… definitely worse than you in that regard." He laughed softly. "I don't understand it. I don't understand any of this."

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:39 PM

"I found myself the perfect little pervert didn't I?" Lazary pets his hair, scratching at the greasy scalp.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:40 PM

Sev leans into the touch. "What's that supposed to mean…? As if I wasn't a fucking pervert before that." He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Lazary Voronov — 6/2/2025 3:42 PM

"It means that I'm never letting you go, baby." Lazary pours more water into his mouth, and lets his hand wander back down wrap around his cock.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/2/2025 3:44 PM

Sev mewls, squirming. "You like it too…? When I say no?" He laughs and tries to think of anything else other than the pain and throbbing that runs from his balls into his brain. He thinks of what he imagines a shoreline to look like. And endless ocean, a sheer drop cliff face.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:34 AM

"Stop!" He tries to thrash under Laz's weight but his knee on his calf hurts like a bitch. "Just fuck off— stop it!" He hisses, trying to cover himself. Now he's truly panicked. He'd never let anyone even see there. Let alone touch or fuck.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:43 AM

"If you don't stop moving I'll tie you, and it'll be tight. It'll hurt." He hisses, running a finger down the cleft of Sev's ass.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:44 AM

"Then don't fucking touch me there!" He squirms, not used to feeling his hole clench at the simple touch.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:46 AM

"Genuinly, babycake, what did you think I was going to do?" The finger worms between those soft cheeks, and Laz smiles when his fingertip brushes hole.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:49 AM

Sev shakes his head with a grimace, trying desperately to thrash away. He can't, he's tr ed. "No please- please don't, his eyes prick with tears." He started it, he'll finish it. But his fear is real.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:52 AM

Laz leans forward, presses a kiss so gently to the back of his neck. "Don't worry pet, I'll take care of you. You'll learn to love it, once you see how good it feels." The finger pulls back and shoves into Sev's mouth. "Suck, get it nice and wet, you'll want it that way."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:54 AM

Sev gags and tremblingly, he drags his tongue over the finger. His mouth is nearly dry from fear. Teeth press onto Laz's finger, as if biting it off will spare him any.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:55 AM

"Don't bite, or you won't get anything to slick the way."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:56 AM

He sucks the finger and wrenches his head back to get it out of his mouth. His eyes are red with tears that refuse to fall. "‘M sorry please don't…"

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:58 AM

It's not much, but if that's all the more spit Sev wants to give, it's what'll be used. Lazary pats his cheek, and then slips the finger back between his cheeks, pressing against his hole. A slow, forceful press, until it gives way and he slips inside to the first knuckle.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:01 AM

Sev lets out a mewling cry, his fingers curling into the bedsheets. It hurts, just the finger, mostly dry, touching him on the inside. His cock hardens, leaking just that little that betrays him. "N-No. No, no stop, get out—" He writhes.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:04 AM

He pushes forward, slipping in deeper, wants to see how far he can get without any actual prep, any true stretching or care.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:06 AM

Sev squeaks, the intrusion is wholly unwelcome, his ass is so tight, squeezing Laz's finger. He's warm, so nice. His hole is dry but at least partially wet on the inside. Not much to aid plunging in deeper, or with anything more than a finger.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:08 AM

"You're so tight baby, can see what he meant by wanting to loosen you up, you really are tense." He wiggles the finger, pressing at the walls, going in and out as much as he can.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:10 AM

He can't even make coherent words anymore, just whining and snivelling cries. His cock completely betrays him, getting hard, barely recovered from the first session they'd had. He's seen Laz's cock. It's going to be brutal.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:59 AM

Laz pulls the finger out, shoving two into Sev's mouth this time. "If you want more slick, you're going to have to provide it."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:01 PM

Sev gags on the taste of his own ass, but obliges, knowing there's no way out of it. He sucks Laz's fingers, trying to spit on them, cover them in saliva.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:10 PM

"Good boy," When he's satisfied, Laz pulls them back out, shoving them without much ceremony into Sev's ass, relishing in the way he cries.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:12 PM

It's still the same painful squeeze. "Stop- fuck, it hurts… what the fuck… what the fuck…" He whimpers, toes curling. To be violated like that, his cock leaks, leaving a little puddle beneath him. He wasn't meant to be opened like this, but he is now.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:28 PM

"I know it hurts sugar, I want it to." Laz leans down as he presses in, fingers spreading. "You deserve it to hurt, after hurting me."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:33 PM

It's a sharp pain that shoots through his entire body, especially into his dick. "Fuck! N-No— stop. Fuck— did you… did you p-put it in… fuck why does it feel like you're… tearing me apart—!" He sobbed.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:35 PM

He slips in just a bit more, running along his wall until he finds what he's looking for, rubbing and pressing against Sev's prostate. "This is why dove, this is why."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:40 PM

Sev's eyes roll back into his head and his dick immediately spurts thin ropes of cum onto the bed. One touch was all it took, his dick pulsing and balls releasing. The sound he makes is ungodly, beautiful, and should have been recorded.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:42 PM

Lazary can't help but laugh. "Oh my god you're easy!" He keeps moving, working on stretching him just enough to fit his cock.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:48 PM

"Stop— stop please… please…" He begs, sniffling, and beginning to full on sob. His ass tightens, squeezing Laz's fingers. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry…" It's nothing compared to Laz's cock.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:55 PM

"Mmmm, not my fault you came before I could get into your tight little fuckhole." Finally getting him open enough, Laz pulls his fingers out, spits into his hand and slicks his dick with it, before pushing the head inside.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 1:09 PM

Sev sobs, trying to pull away, but every pull makes Laz's tip drag inside him. "Stop- please don't don't— don't do it please." He begs, there's a blinding pain and red that slips onto Laz's cock. He is tight, even with the prep he didn't deserve.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 3:59 PM

Laz reached around to play with his cock absently, teasing the slit. He can't wait to get something in there. "The more upset you get, the tighter you get, the more it hurts you. Really, it's your choice." But he bullies himself further in as he speaks.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 4:00 PM

"Please stop— stop!" He squirms, more cum leaking out of him. "D-Don't touch there— get out of me, please…" He whimpers, gasping on tears. There are so many things h ening, he should have never filed Laz up. It was his own doing.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 4:02 PM

Well, if he doesn't want to be touched there… Lazary's hand moves up, brushing and rolling a nipple before pinching hard. Every time Sev squirms or moves at all it shifts him on Laz' cock and god it feels amazing.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 4:04 PM

He cries out, still dripping cum. "Stop!" He wails. "I'm sorry! I get it! You can stop now!" He tries to pull forward. Chlink! The manacle around his ankle stays him, as does Lazary's knee.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 4:06 PM

Lazary laughs, low and mean, letting go of his neck to tug at the chain. "Forgot about this didn't you?" He yanks harder, pulling Sevastyan further back onto his prick. "You aren't going anyway babydoll. You're mine, to use and abuse as I want."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 4:08 PM

Sevastyan's cry is raw as Laz forces his cock deeper. "Stop- stop please stop! You're gonna break me!" If Sev was whining this much with only two fingers and Laz's dick, they would have a bit of trouble with more fun things.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 4:25 PM

"I won't break you but you might tear. You may prefer that, would get some lubercation that way." Both of Lazary's hands find Sev's hips and hold him in place as he starts thrusting, moving in earnest, even though he doesn't really fit.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 4:32 PM

Sevastyan whimpers with every single thrust, tears staining the pillowcase. He trembles heaving sighs and sobs. "Fucking tear?" He wipes at his tears but they don't stop.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 4:33 PM

"Oh yes, you could rip! Start bleeding all over my cock." And wouldn't that be gorgeous.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 5:01 PM

That makes Sev freak out, trying to wrench off of Laz's cock with everything he has, which is admittedly very little.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 5:15 PM

Laz can't help it, he bursts into vicious peals of laughter. His toy is so funny when he tries to escape. "Aw, is my little puppy stuck on something?"

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 5:25 PM

"Please! Please! I'll be good— I'll be good get out of me please. Please. I can't. I can't." He begs, managing to pull just a little bit, the skin his entrance not liking the stretch at all.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 5:28 PM

"Maybe I should stuff you, get you used to it. Leave you here so full you can't move, plug you up and watch you writhe." Each pause is punctuated by another thrust, harsher now. "Would you like that? Would that make it easier on my little whore?"

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 5:39 PM

"No! Please! Please!" Sev cried, each thrust getting its own sob. "I'll fucking kill you, get out of me, I fucking mean it… I fucking—!" He can't even reach for anything to hit Laz away from him.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 5:51 PM

"Oh I think you would love it. In fact I think I'll pick out something even larger than what I have in my collection currently, special for you!" Lazary is just chasing his own pleasure, pulling him back to meet each thrust.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 6:49 PM

Sev turned to full on begging. "Please I don't want to tear please I don't wanna be fucked!" He begged like a sweet little thing, as if it wasn't already h ening.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 6:52 PM

Laz gets a horrid idea then, looking down at the mess of a man impaled on his prick. "Well, I suppose there's one other thing I could do to help slick the way...... Only if you ask nicely, though. Better beg all pretty for me."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 6:53 PM

"I j-just want you out of me… please please— fuck get out of me…" He chokes against the pillow. "Make it stop… don't want it to hurt anymore." He has no idea what he's in for.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 6:54 PM

"Well I'm not pulling out, but I can make it easier for you. Only if you plead though. Nice and pathetic and teary, mh?"

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 6:56 PM

"Please! Just make it stop hurting! You fuck!" Sev tried to turn back to look at Laz, he was all tears and snot. He hadn't expected the pain, it was real, being violated like this, impaled, stretched out, even the thrusting, barely grazing his prostate, it did nothing to abate the sharp pain from his ass. "Please. Please just make it stop… I w-won't squirm as much. I'm s-sorry, god people do this for fun…"

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 6:59 PM

Laz gives a sharp smack to his ass, frowning. "We'll have to work on your begging. It wasn't very good, pet." But he does want to see the face Sev makes when he realizes what's h ening.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 7:04 PM

"H-Hard to beg with all theatrics when you're fucking my ass…" He tries to relax. It doesn't work. It fucking hurts. Being violated, used mercilessly. Assaulted is a word for it.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 7:07 PM

"It's alright babycheeks, I'll help you out. That's what you wanted, yeah?"

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 7:09 PM

Sev bites his lip and nods, holding onto the pillow, using it to dry his tears.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 7:15 PM

"Good boy." There's no way Sevastyan can't hear the maniacal, horrid glee in his voice. He buries himself as deep into Sev as he can, and lets his bladder relax. He'd not had a chance to go, during the latter half of his shift, and there's plenty in there to fill his whore. Hot, foamy piss shoots out of him, no where to go but further in, escape out of Sev made impossible by the cock stuffing him up. Laz groans quietly in relief, not wanting to miss any of Sevastyan's noises.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 7:21 PM

He doesn't understand what's h ening. But piss makes its way, shooting into his ass, deep into his colon. There's no word for the disgust, the horror and fear. Sev swallows the bile in his throat, and his dick begins to weep uncontrollably, dripping cum and pre. He likes it. As disgusting as it all is.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 7:29 PM

When Lazary starts moving again, it is a little easier. Dick dragging against everything helped along by the obscene squelch of piss. Sev may not actually tear. Laz would prefer that, so he can fuck him again soon, rather than having to wait for his hole to heal. "Awwwww are you a little piss slut too? I can see you leaking, you like being a urinal! Maybe I should use you like this always. Would be easier than emptying the bucket all the time, could just make you swallow it."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 7:34 PM

Being raped and pissed in had never been on Sev's bucket list, but his balls suddenly felt heavy and full, his dick let all of that feeling out, his hips dug, shaking against the mattress to rut into it. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He was saying it to himself, snivelling, sobbing.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 7:39 PM

"You've got nothing to apologize for Princess you're doing such a good job of being a little piss soaked fuckrag." Laz speeds up, finally reaching the edge and plowing hilt deep, letting himself shoot ropes inside, painting his hole white and mixing with the golden frothy piss.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 7:48 PM

Sev wails as Laz plunges deep inside, filling him even further. His stomach hurts, filled up a pretty way, slightly distended. Each thrust is met with a combination of cum tinged slightly bloody, Sev's ass slightly torn from the intrusion. He sobs from the feeling, full and fucked raw, disgusted and disgusting.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 8:02 PM

He fucks into Sev through his orgasm, gives a couple more thrusts afterwards, wanting to make sure its nice and deep in there. "Should plug you up, make you hold all of me in you, get used to it...."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 8:07 PM

"Please, fuck, no… don't want that inside me…" Sev shakes his head fiercely, trying, really trying with all his might, to push Laz out with what weak muscle he can.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 8:14 PM

Laz can tell, can feel him clenching, pushing, around him. "Oh Sev, darling baby, that won't work. I'm here till I'm done. I wonder if I'll decide to go another round....." He won't, but its fun to see Sev panic.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 8:16 PM

"No- no please don't please." Sev begged, nearly twisting around to look up at Laz. "Please. Please fucking don't. Please."

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 8:20 PM

He laughs again, the look on Sev's face making him crack up. Laz pulls out, still holding his hips up, not wanting anything to drip out yet. Grabs the empty cup that used to hole twyrine, and lines it up. "You're going to empty yourself into this if you know what's good for you."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 8:26 PM

"Empty? No- no fuck off I'm not indulging your sick shit- watching me…. Fucking empty your piss out of me you… god… fucking disgusting…" He says it all, trying to stop crying. Hard to stand on his own when bent over and dibbling piss and cum.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 8:28 PM

"What, you would rather keep it in there? If you want it out you're going to let it out into this cup."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 8:32 PM

Sev trembled and let out the tiniest stream of it, white and gold dripping out of him, hoping he was able to aim into the vessel. "Fucking… s-sick bastard…"

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 8:43 PM

Laz sits him upright, marveling at the bit of distention. "God I filled you up well." He presses the cup between Sev's ass cheeks, making sure it's under his hole. "Let it out baby, I want to see it all. Show me what I pumped into you."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 8:46 PM

Sev groans at the changed position, the feeling of cum and piss moving inside him downwards, which comes out in an uncontrollable stream. Sev moans into it, quivering, shaking, unable to hold it, his asshole weak from being just used and stretched open.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 8:50 PM

Pushing on his stomach, just to watch it all some out faster, Laz licks his lips. When the stream ends, he pulls the cup away, and shoves Sev down to sit on the bed. The cup is full, a horrid mix of cum piss and blood, which Laz holds up to the light, showing it off. Then he looks down at Sev. "You're going to drink this."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 8:53 PM

"No. No, no fuck you. Fuck you." Sev feels sick just looking at it. "Fuck you. You.... raped me, you pissed inside me, I'm not drinking it you fucking psychopath." Sev squirmed back, getting a precious inch from Laz.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 8:55 PM

"And you liked it you fucking whore. "Begged for it, said you like it when I ignore you. So now, you're going to drink this, or you'll regret it."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 9:00 PM

"What else could you fucking do to me you... god you're fucking disgusting. You already broke me, you win. But I'm not fucking drinking shit." He caught a second glimpse. A wave of nausea rolled through him.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 9:01 PM

Lazary grabs him by hte hair, forcing his head back, kneeling on his thighs to keep him in place. "You will."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 9:05 PM

Sev bit his teeth together as hard as he could, pressing his lips into a thin line, completely jaw-set.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 9:17 PM

He shifts, moving a knee to push down on Sev's cock, squishing it under his weight. "Open wide sweetcheeks."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 9:49 PM

Sev cries out in agony, sobbing out a weak cry. He sees only white and a splattering of stars from the pain.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 9:52 PM

Laz wastes no time in pouring the glass into his mouth and shoving Sev's mouth shut with his hand, once again holding his nose shit, forcing him to swallow if he wants to breathe.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:00 PM

Sev swallows as fast as he can and gags through stinging tears. He looks green, about to throw up, the concoction so vile and sickening. Bile rises in his throat, the contents of the cup threatening to rise and be tasted all over again.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:04 PM

"If you puke I'll make you lick it up." Laz keeps holding his mouth shut, but lets him breathe through his nose again.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:15 PM

He swallows it all down, bile included, sobbing worse than the pain he'd been in prior. He takes it so well, tears and all.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:19 PM

He pats Sevatayn's cheek, degrading and mean, smiling down at him. "See? Wasn't that easy? Just swallow it down, like you do with booze."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:21 PM

When Sev is sure the bile is down, "Fuck you!" He barks, dry heaving as it's all he can do. He can feel the mixture in his stomach, heavy and knowing what h ened to him. Reliving it.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:23 PM

"I will gag you, if I need to. Both to keep it in and to shut you up. You havn't known tru revulsion till you vomit with a gag and it has no choice but to go through your nose." Laz levels a hard stare at him, no mercy in his gaze.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:26 PM

"I hate you. I hate you… fucking psychopath…" He chokes it down as best he can. Everything burns. His throat, his ass, his eyes. He's trembling. He has no fight left in him except screeching, growling revulsion in his words.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:28 PM

"Gag it is." Laz lets go, leaving the room to grab a smaller box. Setting it atop a dresser and digging through. "Now….. what to pick…. a ballgag? or a strap gag? I bet you'd be gorgeous with a silicone cock down your throat…."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:30 PM

Sev desperately yanks at the chain around his ankle. His leg is thinner than the curve of his heel. There's no way out except to break his ankle, and even then it would be too tight without further damaging his foot. But he tries anyway, slamming his foot into the manacle, writhing to get it out of the cuff.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:32 PM

"I'll be nice tonight. Which do you prefer?" He holds the two up, letting Sev get a good long look at the gags, one a large ball and the other a mid sized dildo molded to the inside of the wide leather strap. Both lock shut.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:34 PM

Sev gives it a single glance, before wrenching his foot against the metal. It hurts, more and more, sure to leave a mottled bruise on his leg. He's frenzied, in a panic and desperate. He'll break the foot before he even considers obeying Lazary again. He pushes out the idea of the dildo sitting pretty in his neck, right beneath his uvula. It would have been nice, maybe if he wasn't wrecked completely through.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:36 PM

Laz looks between the two of them and Sev, considering. "You know I think the strap is better, help get you used to having something in you from both ends." He advances with it, eyes glinting in sadistic glee.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:37 PM

"Get the fuck away from me!" He screams. Partly from fear and rage, partly from the crack he hears from his foot. He whimpers, still hopelessly trying to free himself.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:41 PM

He crowds Sev against the wall, cornering him and forcing his jaw open by grabbing him about the chin, finding the soft spots of his cheeks and squeezing, forcing them apart. Shoves the gag in all the way, and buckles it. "Is that too tight?" he asks, and then laughs. Of course it's not like he cares, in what world would he care about that.?

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:43 PM

Sev gags on it, as intended, his stomach contracting like he'll throw up. He dry heaves around it, making some roximation that he'll puke if the gag isn't removed. He shakes his head, tears spilling down his face. Now the bitch looks remorseful, and with a new broken ankle as the cherry on top.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:44 PM

Lazary locks the gag in place, and shoves him back on the mattress. "You've managed to hurt you ankle, so I suppose I should move which leg it's on."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:48 PM

He grabs at the gag, trying to peel it off or out, still thrashing about in the manacle. A tr ed animal will bite off its own leg in a bear trap. Formerly complacent, Sev seems hell-bent on freedom.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:50 PM

Lazary watches a moment, and reconsiders. Digs through another drawer, and comes out with the straitjacket he'd threatened before. "I did warn you. Now hold still before i decide of start cutting unnecessary parts off."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:52 PM

Sev shakes his head frantically, attempting now to pull he's foot from the manacle. Someone has forgotten how to behave entirely.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:55 PM

It's a bit of a struggle, but Laz forces him into the straitjacket and gets it buckled shut. Connects the loops and d rings to straps running under the bed. By the time he's finished, Sevastyan cannot move. Cannot even turn over where he lies str ed flat to the bed.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:01 PM

Sev thrashes what little he's allowed, screeching through the gag which only makes him choke harder on it. His attempts at escape were useless, his ankle swollen, already reddening in preparation for a sickly bruise, which is the least of his concerns now. He doesn't feel the pain. Only fear, rage, an animalistic instinct to fight and scream in hopes that anyone, anywhere can help him.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:03 PM

Careful to avoid kicks, Laz catches hold of the ankle looking it over, probing tenderly. Not actually broken, but certainly wrenched badly, possibly sprained. He wraps it tight, but spares no pain medication whatsoever.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:05 PM

Sev cries against the gag, a beautiful strained sound as his ankle is kept nice and straight, perfectly tended to. Who knew such a masochist was also such a whining baby?

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:08 PM

"You'll be just fine Sev. Maybe a night spent like this will clean up your act a bit, hmm?" Again Lazary wishes he had a way to watch from a different room. He'd love to watch his songbird writhe.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 5:37 PM

"Why do I like it when you call me that?" Sev asked, sort of casually. He adjusted the cage slightly. He was a squirmer and didn't want it to pinch.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 5:42 PM

"Why does anyone like anything? You just like being my little princess, there's nothing wrong with that." Lazary is busy digging in the box to find the sound he wants.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 5:43 PM

Sev shrugs. "It's… funny. I'm tr ed here and my first instinct was to… beg you not to tell anyone." Sev huffs and hugs his arms close.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:01 PM

"Really? You like being made fun of so much I would have thought the idea of everyone knowing how much of a pathetic, little, lock dicked, princess you are would be getting you hard and dripping." Finally he finds it, giving the metal rod a quick clean and holding it up, letting Sev look at it.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:05 PM

"No it… it's private. I like… nobody else." He tried to articulate, but couldn't find the words. The name calling made his dick twitch. "That's… long…" He said, but clearly liked the idea of it. His cock twitched again and he hissed. "Fucker—" He pawed at the cage, adjusting the metal.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:10 PM

"It's alright princess I won't tell anyone. It's just our little secret." Laz advances, warming up the rod in his hands, laughing slightly at him. "Aw is my little babydoll finding out what the cage does? Keeps your useless cock from trying to pretend it could fuck anything."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:11 PM

"Just keeps pinching me. Right at the sack." He chuckles. "Looks like a doctor thing. You use these on patients?" He looks at the rod. "Why's everything got to be metal?" He laughs, trying to distract himself from the nerves.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:14 PM

"Is it actually pinching? That's not the kind of pain I'm looking for here. Let me look at it." Laz sets the sound aside, crouching to get a better look.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:16 PM

"Just when I move which… is a lot. Don't remember, I think I got the shakes from birth. The… t y leg when I'm nervous." Sev spread his legs slightly, the cage stuck on the skin between his thigh and balls. "Ha… you look like a real doctor."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:23 PM

Lazary gets one finger slick with a bit of lube, and readjusts the cage, cool fingers gentle on his delicate bits. "How's that feeling?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:23 PM

Sev nods. "Mm. Much better. I kept feeling.. harder? But then it would pinch and oops, bye bye." He snorts and then belly laughs. "I sound fucking insane."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:25 PM

"It shouldn't pinch, but it will keep you from getting hard." Laz looks up at him, smile vicious. "You ready to stuff your cock full?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:27 PM

"Nervous. I think… I felt like my cock was clenching but… around nothing. Is that what a lady feels? When she's… y'know. Not comparing myself. I've just never… known that feeling. And it's long.. does it like… go in my balls…?" Poor thing looks so confused.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:31 PM

Lazary can't help but laugh. "No darling it doesn't go in your balls. You don't piss out of your balls, do you?" He massages the balls in question, giving them little pinches and squishes where they're tr ed. "And you will know that feeling, when you get fucked again, your perky little hole will clench after I pull out, looking for something new to fill it."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:33 PM

Sev squirms when his balls are touched and pinched. "But I cum out of the hole…?" He looks confused. Some people aren't meant to be doctors.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:37 PM

"Different hookups, same line. The point, is that no, it doesn't go into your balls." He lubes that up too, and circles it slowly around the hole in the cage, playing with Sev's slit.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:38 PM

"Hhh… that's… a new feeling." His cock visibly retreats with a throb, the slit in his tip just as small as everything else about him. Small slit, small dick, small hole.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:42 PM

"You'll be so cute with it plugged up~ Come on princesss, you know you want it," he cajoles, diping the rod further in, following his retreating dick.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 6:47 PM

Sev grimaces at the feeling, it barely teases the slit trying to keep still in case somehow the sound runs him through. Impossible but he's a worrier. "Gentle- gentle, please." He holds onto the trunk. He's really nervous, poor thing.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 6:51 PM

Laz brings his empty hand up to pet at Sev's hair. "It's alright princess, I'll be real gentle." The sound slides forward, sinking in partway. He watches for discomfort on Sevastyan's face. It's well slicked, slipping into him easily.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 7:41 PM

Sev lets out a groan, the tip of the sound stretching just that amount that makes his heart race. "I-I don't know…" He says, but his cock aches against the cage. He holds Lazary's arm.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 7:43 PM

"Don't know what, darling?" Laz asks, sinking the rod in further. It's more than half way in now, and soon it'll be seated fully. He watches the look on Sev's face, drinking in the rehension, the fear, the arousal.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 7:44 PM

Sev gasps, his body shivers. It's intrusive, sending a tingle up his spine. "Fuck… fuck—" He whines. How can something so small feel so good? "Feels like I'm gonna piss myself…" He shakes his head like someone would before they throw up.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 7:47 PM

He gives one last push, sheathing the sound the rest of the way, turning it, locking it into place on the front of the cage. "There we go baby girl, all locked and stopped up!"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 7:49 PM

He gasps, feeling suddenly very full, looking down as his cock, as hard as could possibly be in the cage, his cock throbbing around it. "Fuck take it out— I need to piss." He says with a nervous laugh, he feels like his cock is trying to pull it in even deeper.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 7:51 PM

"No you don't." Laz says, giving the cage a little slap. "And look how cute your wimpy little locked dicklet is with the metal heart coming out the end! It was made to be kept like this."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 8:06 PM

"Mm-" He squirms forward. "Y-Yeah… definitely feeling s-stuffed now…" He looks between his legs. "But it's so… small? I was expecting… I guess… for it to hurt more or… feel like my dick was being torn in half! But… you don't want that ‘cause then it's… permanent damage stuff. And I need to… have basic bodily functions. You've got to give me a lesson someday— academic-wise. Not. Y'know. Ruler on my ass."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 8:09 PM

"Oh there are larger ones, don't worry. And ones with such fun shapes! Balls and barbs and ridges, all of them would be so pretty in your little cock." Laz gives the cage a few strokes, as if he were jerking off Sev, almost laughing at the look on his face.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 8:43 PM

"You're bringing out a side of me I don't know if I like." Sev rubbed the back of his neck. "I was a piece of shit. Still am. Got that from…" He doesn't want to ruin the mood. "What do you want to do to me now, oh, beneficial one." He snorts. He's… having fun.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 8:46 PM

"What's not to like?" Laz asks, looking him over and putting new sheets on the bed. He really wants to get some more food in Sev, the man is far too thin.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 9:34 PM

"Just not used to it. Don't like change." Sev shrugs. He plays with his dick, absently moving it around, trying to see what feels good, if anything is uncomfortable.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 9:36 PM

Lazary hums, nodding understanding. "It can be difficult, yes." He finishes setting back up the bed, clean now. "As for what I want to do to you next…."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 9:38 PM

Sev looks up at Lazary, expectantly. "Run a marathon like this? Don't think the patrols will rove of my streaking."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 9:39 PM

"Eat. We are going to eat. You're far too skinny." He looks Sev over again. "If you want to stay nude you can, but it's up to you."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 9:40 PM

"Ugh." Sev's posture falls, and he stands, carefully, to put on underwear. He makes sure to go slow, and then looks at Lazary. "I really need to stop needing to wear your pants."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 9:42 PM

"You have your own, baby. All of what's in this room is yours to use." Laz gestures expansively. "It is your room after all, I stocked it."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 9:46 PM

"Sorry, I've... only known the bed. And this trunk. If you didn't take notice, I've been trying to escape the past near week or so." Sev raised a brow. "So... what, I'm your... slave you treat like a dog? Feed me, water me, all that?"

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 9:47 PM

"Oh dove, no, nothing so crass. You're mine, yes, but not a pet, or a slave." Laz shakes his head. "Feed you, water you, yes, but you're still a person, and you deserve the care of a person."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 9:56 PM

Sev gives an almost humouring sigh. "I'm the most sober I've been since… a child. And I'm going to get sick tomorrow or so. That's what you said? ‘Cause of the drugs?" Sev turns to look back at Laz.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 9:58 PM

"Likely, yes. I want to give you another small bit of twyrine, to help stave off withdrawls for that, too, but I'm concerned about how it'll react with coming down off the other mix."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:00 PM

"I didn't know. I mean, you know I didn't know." Sev explains, then shakes his head, starting again. "Just wanted to have an ease off the world. Never agreed to the hard shit. I know it kills people. Maybe I didn't care? Maybe I still don't. It's not that I wanted to die, y'know? Alcohol, drugs, kills you slow. But I guess… I didn't care if it did?" Sev braces himself on the bed and sits on it, swinging his bad leg up first, then his good one. He takes the pillow from the top of the bed and pushes himself back to the headboard, back to it. He puts the pillow under his leg. "Elevated."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:02 PM

"Good girl." Lazary digs through the dressers, coming up with a couple options for trousers, long and short, and a few shirts, bringing them all over to Sev to choose from. "I know you didn't. But I'll not have you using anything else, certainly not anything of that caliber."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:05 PM

He looks over them. He picks a plain white shift with cuffed short sleeves, and selects a grey pair of trousers. He shimmies them on. "I… just… ‘girl' during uh…" He gestures vaguely, cheeks flushed. "I've just had the shakes. Y'know, more than usual. I'm always shaky but it's in my bones, rattling around. That's the alcohol and drugs leaving my system, yeah?"

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:07 PM

"Yes, that would be the withdrawls. If it gets worse, to the point you can't bear it, let me know. I'll give you a little alcohol, stave off at least some of the effects. And... thank you. You've been very good, since we got back. My good boy, mh?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:09 PM

"I just haven't run off. Nothing to thank me for." Sevastyan's usual instinct is to curl up, knees under his chin. But moving that ankle isn't h ening. "I don't feel good just don't feel like a raging prick."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:10 PM

Lazary looks at him a long moment. "Do you feel yourself fundimentally bad?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:11 PM

"What do you mean?" Sev asks, stretching his back upward with a satisfying crack.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:14 PM

"Well you seem to think yourself incapable of being considered "good" when you're not doing anything in particular. So it seems the only option."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:21 PM

"Well. I'm not good, aren't I?" Sevastyan shrugs. "I'm a druggie and a drunk, I've never done anything worth piss, only ever made people drunk and violent. Nobody knows me, and I've spent most of my working life obsessed with… nothing. Not worth anything, certainly not the title of ‘good'."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:22 PM

Lazary takes his face in his hands, forces Sev to look at him. "You're worth something, worth everything, to me. That makes you good."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:23 PM

"Worth what?" Sev laughed. "I'm… nothing, Laz." He says, cheeks smushed in Lazary's hands. "I had aspirations once, don't remember them.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:27 PM

"Well then, that's something we'll work on." He presses a tender kiss to the top of Sevastyan's head. "By god I am going to help you become a functional human Sev. I will."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:29 PM

"You sound like a priest." He snorts, pulling back. "Not to sound like I'm trying to weasel out of this fun little ‘arrangement', but you picked low hanging fruit. Could have had it all with that Dankovsky." Sev shrugs with a smug look, as if he's satisfied calling the Bachelor better than he is.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:31 PM

Lazary thinks about how much longer it would have taken to break Dankovsky. Thinks about how less fullfilling it would have all been, for so much more effort. Thinks about how horrible it would be to go through life without Sev. "No, actually. I think you're exactly what I wanted. What I needed. And I think I'm what you still need."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:34 PM

"Was it all because I was easy?" Sev asks quietly. Clearly someone's words have taken hold, like claws in his skin. "Cause nobody cared if I vanished?" He looks straight ahead. "I remember her more. The dancer. I hope she left. I hope she's home."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:37 PM

"No darling, it's because then, when we talked, you were a man who wanted desperately to live, but couldn't seem to figure out how." Laz answers, just as quiet, but firm. Pets through his hair, trying to soothe. "Even if she hadn't left, none of the Kin can get sick, not from the plague. I heard the doctors talking about it."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:41 PM

"He never laid a hand on her. She danced. Slow, mournfully. I could see it. Her face… never told anything. But her body. I'm too tired of remembering things." Sev squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, trying to relieve the tension. "I'm not hungry now. I just want to sleep. Wait for the bad shit to h en."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:42 PM

"I'm sorry love, but you didn't have any breakfast. Can you eat something? Just a little something, even." Lazary pulls him into a hug.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:44 PM

He's a bit stiff. "Just want to close my eyes. Half an hour." He says, but it's still a request. "I promise I won't fuck it up again."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:45 PM

"Alright then. Half an hour. And afterwards we'll eat." It's not a request, but not a harsh order either.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 10:47 PM

He nods, understanding. He settles upright in bed, closing his eyes. He's more tired than he thought, slumping slightly forward. "There's more than money in there." He says, and he's out.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:50 PM

More than money in there.... In where? Lazary thinks, as he pulls a blanket up overtop of Sev. More than money.... Oh! The box. The one he had taken from Sevastyan when he brough him home that first day. Laz leaves the room and doesn't lock the door this time. Only doublechecks the house door is locked. He goes to his own room, and pulls the box out of it's hidden spot, opening it up. Taking everything out piece by piece and setting it all on his bed.

caelboy — 6/7/2025 10:55 PM

The money comes out first. Some scattered coins, another leather satchel that jingles when moved. It's life savings, and not a lot. The next is writing. Notes, some folded neatly, some crumpled, some nonsense, some lists. Stocking lists, prices, customers. At the bottom is a relatively small book, bound in what looks like hide but doesn't feel it at all. The front is engraved with what looks to be the herb of swevery, perfectly pressed into the leather. The book is bound with a strap, tempting to be opened.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 10:57 PM

Of course Lazary opens it. Gently, carefully, like opening an oyster. Like opening a body.

caelboy — 6/7/2025 11:01 PM

The first page is a note. ‘If lost, return to: Sevastyan Novikova'. It's written in beautiful cursive. The next pages are all drawings. Simple sketches. One of Peter Stamatin's stairways. The outside of the Broken Heart. The river with a Worm at a boat. The Worm is waving. It goes on for only a handful of pages, until the portraits start. The bride from all angles. Her face under hot lights, her body mid sway. Drawings as detailed as medical diagrams, hundreds of drawings, dozens of pages. Near halfway through, the drawings gradually lose their quality, then collapse all together. Lines don't match up. The hatching becomes maddened scribbles. The once beautifully crafted features become an unrecognisable tangle of lines and shapes, each intended to be there but in a much different way. The drawings stop, with another quarter of the book to fill.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 11:06 PM

"Oh pet....." It's utterly heartbreaking, to see such a display. He'd clearly cared for her, almost certainly more than she cared for him. And god Sevastyan was talented. Seeing all that waste away, degrade.... Lazary makes up his mind to gift him a new book. And to return this one. He tucks all the lose notes inside the front cover, in case some are of some import, and reties the strap, holding it tight to his chest.

caelboy — 6/7/2025 11:10 PM

The book was clearly a gift, as the script on the return page was neat and swooping. The glimpses of Sevastyan's handwriting on the notes is quick, hasty, missing letters. He's quick with his words, but seems, possibly, illiterate. Nothing is dated. As if it was doomed to be lost to time. All of Sevastyan's life could fit on his person and in that box.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 11:13 PM

Lazary slips back into Sevastyan's room, setting the book on his side table, along with a bottle of water. Presses a kiss to his forehead, and tries not to cry for the man in his care. When he leaves, he tucks the few loose coins into the pouch, and puts that back in the box, before returning it to it's hiding place. Lazary won't touch his savings, but he will keep Sev from using it on something stupid.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 11:15 PM

Like clockwork, at just about the half hour mark, Sevastyan rouses with a groan. "Okay. Never sleeping sitting up again." He grumbles.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 11:18 PM

He laughs softly. "You didn't actually need to. Only your leg needed to be elevated dear."

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 11:28 PM

"Didn't want to fall asleep for long. I hit the pillow and," He snaps. "Out." He smiles before looking at the bedside table. "What's this?" He takes the book gingerly.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 11:31 PM

"It's yours. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken it in the first place, but I didn't know it was in there." Lazary steps back a tad, wanting to give him privacy if that's what he wants.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 11:35 PM

"In the box." He seems to not remember pointing Lazary in that particular direction. He opens the book. "That's her." He says, pointing at one of the many drawings. "This is mine. I did these?" He asks, flipping through, slowing down when he gets to the deteriorated pages. "Ha. This is me. Can't draw for shit."

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 11:36 PM

"Yes dearest, it's all your work. You can draw, you did all of them." Laz feels his chest clench, pained that he can't seem to remember himself.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6/7/2025 11:38 PM

He flips between old and newer drawings. "I don't remember what she looks like. I know this is her. But… it's not?" Sev looks up at Lazary, as if he knows the answers to the universe's greatest mysteries.

Lazary Voronov — 6/7/2025 11:48 PM

"I'm sorry dove, I don't know her at all." He cups the side of Sev's face, holding him gently. "I wish I could help."

June 8, 2025

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:08 PM

"Doesn't matter. She's safe." Sev said with a soft smile. Fond, distant. He closes the book. "Different lifetime." He puts it on the nightstand. "Nothing of importance, now. Now I'm here. Don't need to draw anymore." He seems aloof about the whole thing.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:09 PM

That makes Lazary furrow his brow. "Why would you not need to? It's still part of you. Something you clearly enjoyed. You should do it."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:13 PM

"You see it, it got... worse over time. I don't even think I can draw a tree anymore." Sev shrugs. "Can't do it anymore, no use trying it."

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:26 PM

"Then you think nothing that can be improved upon is worth doing?" Lazary shifts his hand, holding him by the chin, forcing Sev to make eye contact. "You lost it because you were blackout intoxicated on a daily basis. You're not anymore. That means it will eventually come back."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:29 PM

"What's lost is lost. It's not my fault you're the… philanthropic humanist, here. I'm a man of realism." He snorted, it was all some big joke. "Enough reminiscing. It does nobody any good. You said we would eat."

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:40 PM

He won't let his boy languish in self destruction. Lazary is going to get him doing his passions again. "That I did. You've been very good today, would you like to eat out in the kitchen?"

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:43 PM

Sev makes a face, as if offered a forbidden fruit. "Out… there?" He points at the door. "Not in here?"

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:47 PM

"Yes baby. Out there. Would you like that? Sit at a proper table to eat?"

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:53 PM

"I… I guess?" He says, shifting to stand up, most of his weight still on the bed.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 12:54 PM

Lazary scoops him up, bridal style, careful not to jostle the leg. "Then out we go~"

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 12:55 PM

Sev clings on, eyes wide. "Warn a guy—!" He lets out a nervous laugh, definitely gripping harder than he needs to.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 1:09 PM

He bends down, still holding Sev, and hooks one length of chain from under the bed, with manacle on each end. "It's alright hon, I've got you. We're gonna get you all set up at the table."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 1:19 PM

Sevastyan snorts. "You sound like a dad pulling a baby out of the pram." He laughs, a trembling snicker that's hard to not smile at.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 1:24 PM

"Mm, well you did call me you daddy." Laz says, teasing. He carries Sev out to the table, locking one manacle around the not injured ankle, and the other to the leg of the table.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 2:00 PM

He of course tests it, he hasn't been given that all clear to be let free yet. Not too tight, just right with a little clattering jingle against the floor. "Kinda want to break the other one now. I've been tempted." He snickers.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 2:02 PM

"Don't you fucking dare." He's deadly serious now. "There are other things I can chain you by that are far less comfortable, and I won't allow you to harm yourself. If you break the other one you go back in the straitjacket, where I know you can't hurt yourself."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 2:04 PM

"It's a joke…" He grumbles. "Learned my lesson with this fucking thing." He gestures to the bruised ankle. "Hurts like a bitch." He frowns.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 2:14 PM

Lazary looks at him for a long moment, then unlocks the connection to the table, locking it around his own leg instead. "I don't trust you on your own. You get to sit on the floor while I cook now."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 9:29 PM

"How do I make it stop. Please, I don't wanna fucking piss myself, cause that's what it feels like. Doesn't feel like cumming. But it feels good." He tries his best to articulate his feelings, try to stop it from driving him mad.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 9:34 PM

"You're not going to piss yourself." Even if Lazary would really, really enjoy watching that. "That's just because the sound is in your urethra. Probably long enough it's near your bladder. You're trying to cum and can't, so your pathetic little cock is getting confused."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 9:39 PM

"Please tell me they don't g-go any deeper... fuck, fuck make it stop." He shivers, groaning behind a pressed thin lip. "Just need to think of shit... puppies and rainbows..."

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 9:45 PM

"Oh there are far deeper ones. Darling if I wanted to hold your bladder open so you dribble piss all day I could." Laz shakes his head and tuts, continuing to play with his cage. "I have oh so much to teach you, and all the time in the world to do it in."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 9:50 PM

"Fuck! Shut up, shut up!" He cries out, then nearly doubles over. "Fuck!" He sobs, clutching his cock. "What the fuck--" He cries out in pain as something h ens, but all he feels is a sudden pain in his balls, his cock throbbing around the sound.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 9:53 PM

"There we go. I lied, before. That would be how it feels to cum with a sound in babygirl. It's exquisite, isn't it?" Lazary can tell the man is about to cry, he wants to see it. Foot pushing against sound and cock, leaning forward. "Because you like the pain I give you. You like being my locked little faggot. You're going to like every single disgusting thing I make you do and then you're going to thank me for it."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:02 PM

"D-Deeper." He gasps and lets out a shuddering cry. A tear slips down his cheek, he whimpers, high in pitch, mingled with seething moans of desperation and some lust filled hatred. "Fuck don't… wanna ruin more fucking trousers…" He's gasping and shuddering more than actually breathing.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:04 PM

"You want something deeper? I can do that for you princess, but you're going to have to ask properly. Not demand." Another prod to Sev's cage. "And you still haven't thanked me."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:06 PM

"Thank you, thank you please, something deeper… want you inside everywhere…" He begs, delirious from the insane twist of pleasure turned beautiful pain. "Please… please love being your experiment…" He takes deep breaths to calm himself.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:08 PM

Lazary gives one last shove with his foot and pulls back, leaving him gasping and shaking into nothing. "Good girl. Finish eating and I'll give you what you want."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:09 PM

He practically wolfs the food down, though takes effort to not choke on it. "Thank you. Thank you."

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:11 PM

His toy is so cute! So eager to get more pain. "You're welcome babygirl. You know I'll always give you what you need."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:18 PM

"Thank you… fuck. God that was the weirdest shit I've ever felt. And… I don't even think you're done warming up, are you?" Sev looks up weakly with an amazed smile.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:19 PM

"Not in the slightest princess. I have so much more to teach you." Lazary is so fucking glad he picked the perfect boy to take home.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:22 PM

Sev gets off of his chair and slinks over to Lazary, moving on his knees to rest his head on his lap. "Want you to do so much fucked shit to me, Daddy~" Oh, those are bedroom eyes.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:25 PM

It goes directly to Laz's cock, making the beginnings of a tent in his underwear. One of his hands twists into Sev's hair, bot pulling yet, just holding. "What kinds of things do you want your daddy to do to you princess? Tell me all about them."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:27 PM

"Want you to hurt me, stretch me, ruin me for any one else… I-I wanna be fucked, wanna feel things deep inside, just get off on your words…" He whines, dick grinding against the leg of the chair.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:34 PM

"We can do all of that princess, don't worry. Daddy'll take real good care of you." He pulls back on Sev's hair, tilting his head back. "Now open wide for me."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:35 PM

He doesn't even question it. He opens his mouth for Laz, looking at him with nerves and need.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:37 PM

Lazary smiles down at him, a horrible man masquerading as benevolent god, and spits in the open and waiting mouth. Thick and frothy, it sticks to Sev's tongue. "If I had known you were going to be so pliant today I would have waited to piss till now. You'd make sure a pretty urinal for me." If Sevastyan begs, he's pretty sure he can force himself to pee a little, just not the lovely heavy stream it had been before.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:39 PM

He sticks his tongue out with a godly look, a beautiful face on him before he swallows. "I'm enjoying it all before I'm fucked tomorrow. Fuck it all to being safe and sweet if I can." Those eyes are just begging, so cute and filled with stars. He's needy, so sure he'll most likely succumb to his withdrawals, betting all on black.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:44 PM

"Oh baby…" Lazary won't let him fade, he swears he won't. "Let daddy give you what you want doll, go to your room, ‘kay?" He unlocks the manacle, trusting him to behave. Although…. "not on your feet, you know better than that. Hands and knees princess."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:46 PM

He nearly gets hard just with the words again. Feeling chided like a baby. He gets on his hands and knees and crawls towards the room. He doesn't call it ‘his' yet, nor does he call the house home. His coordination could use some work. His knees knock on the wood floor. The man could be blown over by a breath. He's laughing to himself, being nice and careful with it.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:48 PM

Lazary cleans up dinner while his princess goes to his room, wanting to give him time to get nice and naked.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:49 PM

He strips carefully, peeling off his shirt and trousers. His underwear are slightly messy, but not as bad as it used to be. He oddly feels proud, in a way. He shimmies out of those and tosses them into a hamper. He sits on the bed, hands folded in his lap.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:52 PM

When Laz comes in the room and sees Sevastyan just sitting there all pretty, waiting for him, his smile growing wider. "Such a good girl for me! Knowing he needed to strip down without having to be told."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:55 PM

Sev looks up, a bit embarrassed. "I'm… really not used to the… the uh… nice things." He chuckles nervously. Being called good, complimented, the honey laid on thick.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 10:57 PM

"Would you rather I just keep calling you my pathetic fag? I can, but you're also my princess." He puts on a show of thinking for a long moment, before "I suppose those two things are pretty interchangeable, aren't they? Guess I could always just call you my bitch. My whore. My painslut."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 10:59 PM

"The names are fine! I'm just… still getting used to praise. Not used to being a uh… good girl." He presses his hands down on his cock. It likes to jump up when Sev is called certain things.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:01 PM

He stifles a laugh, it's so funny to see Sev try to hide it. "When you're being good I'll tell you. When you're being naughty you'll get punished. I don't see what's so hard to understand about that."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:04 PM

"Nevermind it, just do things to me." He waves vaguely, not in the mood to describe his qualms about being ‘good'. "Do things to your princess~" He coos

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:05 PM

"You wanted something deeper, yeah?" Laz asks, pulling the box of toys out and setting it on the side table where Sevastyan can see everything. Can dig through if he wants to.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:07 PM

Sev peeks over, lips parted. "That's… a lot." He says with a low whistle.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:07 PM

"Oh I've been collecting for years. It's all been cleaned and sanitized thoroughly, don't worry."

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:10 PM

"Not a typical collection, is it?" He imagines an enthusiasts fair. Stamps, coins, Lazary's toy collection.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:11 PM

"Certainly not, some of these are one of a kind! Custom made, designed myself. Any pique your interest princess?" Laz keeps rooting around in the box for the specific sound he has in mind.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:14 PM

"I mean… you know what I am. Bigger, longer… I wanna see what I can take. Y'know? Who has time to… work their way up to the big stuff? I'm impatient." He shrugs.

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:17 PM

Oh this boy is begging to break. Lazary can't wait to watch. "In that case….. Oh! There it is!" Laz finally finds the sound he was looking for, holding it up in front of Sevastyan. It's long, longer than will actually fit with Sev caged, a tapered series of balls, every fourth one spiked, getting larger the further up the rod they get. And the best part? It's hollow, meaning they'll both get to watch Sev's bladder drain all over himself.

June 9, 2025

Sevastyan Novikova — 9:54 AM

He stares at it, wide eyed. "That's… that's not going to fit." He says, despite his previous claims to not wanting to work his way up to such things. "That's like… for my ass, right?" He asks, nervously.

Lazary Voronov — 9:55 AM

Laz laughs, long and hard, almost doubling over. "No baby, it goes in your cock. It won't slide all the way in with you caged all cute, but if it were for your ass it would be much thicker."

Sevastyan Novikova — 9:57 AM

He grimaces, putting his hands over his cock. "I uh… I'm not that good with math, but that's… bigger than the hole." He gingerly poked one of the larger balls.

Lazary Voronov — 9:58 AM

"Not at the bottom, see? It'll slide right in just fine and stretch you out as it goes!" Lazary smiles, all the more amused by the face Sev is making.

Sevastyan Novikova — 9:59 AM

"And the… spikes?" He asks, swallowing. He felt he was in over his head, but in truth he'd never been more aroused in his life.

Lazary Voronov — 10:00 AM

"Those just make it feel even better for you princess. You want to feel good, don't you?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:01 AM

"Yes." He affirms instantly. "I'm ready. Just nervous. And the… pain from earlier. It really hurt. Is that going to h en again?" Sev asks, scooting back on the bed and laying down.

Lazary Voronov — 10:03 AM

"No, this one has a hole through the center, see? So there's a spot for it to come out." Of course, it'll make Sev piss himself too, and they'll get to watch the cum that hid in his bladder come out along with it.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:04 AM

"Okay. I'm… I'm ready, I think. It's what I wanted, no pain, no gain." He laughs, folding his fingers over his stomach.

Lazary Voronov — 10:12 AM

Lazary smiles down at him, tender, with only a hint of cruelty. "Daddy will make you feel exquisite, princess, don't worry." He untwists the sound from Sev's cage, sliding it out, unable to resist giving it a couple thrusts inside Sevastyan's prick, before pulling out all the way.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:14 AM

Sev shudders, cock straining at the cage as Laz plays with him. Precum slips from him, dribbling down his leg. "Mmm…" He tries to think of anything to not get any harder.

Lazary Voronov — 10:36 AM

Lubing up the replacement, Laz reaches back and gives Sev's sack a quick pinch, smirking at the yelp, and shoving the first few balls into his slit.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:37 AM

Sev squirms, bucking his hips up with a whine. "Mmm…" His jaw is tight, body trying to decide if he likes it or not.

Lazary Voronov — 10:39 AM

"Aw, can my little princess not handle letting me set the pace? Just wants to buck further onto his new toy?" Lazary shoves another few balls in, just beneath the first spiked ball, and thrusts in and out a few moments, before jaming the spiked ball in, holding it still.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:41 AM

Sev cries out, cock throbbing around the balls, slit stretched around the pretty new intrusion. "Mm! Fuck— Fuck, I can't…" He whimpers, curling his fingers into the sheets as the sound continues further.

Lazary Voronov — 10:44 AM

"Yes you can doll." He pushes further, adding a little more lube as it begins to get thicker. "Just let daddy fuck your pisshole."

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:45 AM

Sev's cock visibly strains at that statement, the power of words is evident as he mewls pathetically. "Fuck- yes, please Daddy…" He gasps.

Lazary Voronov — 10:53 AM

They must be getting close to his bladder now, and Laz wants to see him twitch around the thickest spikes he can get into Sev when he pisses himself. He spends some itme just fucking the rod in and out of him, watching the balls pop in and out. "Please what princess. Be specific."

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:55 AM

Sev tries to hold onto whatever dignity he has left but he's so needy, it comes out in a cry. "Please fuck my… my pisshole, Daddy… please—!" He cries as the rod dips in and out, the spiked ball stretching his urethra so beautifully.

Lazary Voronov — 10:58 AM

"Well, since you asked so nicely~" Lazary pushes the sound deeper, continuing to thrust, until he reaches what he wants, until he reaches that tad bit of resistance. Lazary smiles, wicked and sharp. "Princess is going to like this." And he jams it further in, ball after ball popping into Sev's cock, until the largest spiked bulb that will fit with the cage is just inside, showing through the skin.

Sevastyan Novikova — 11:00 AM

He cries a wailing moan, eyes rolling back as he doesn't cum, but pisses over Laz's hand, ruining those nice sheets. Cum slips out with his piss from what had been forced back inside. His cock throbs, harshly contracting and pulsing as he writhes so perfectly on the bed, crying out moans that sound like Angel song.

Lazary Voronov — 11:03 AM

Lazary grabs his hair with his free hand, forcing him to watch. "Look at the mess you made baby. And you liked it! Seems like you're a little fucking pissfag too! I managed to find both a painslut and a pissfag. No wonder you like it when I fuck your pathetic dicklet!" He's smiling all the while, sounding absolutely adoring as he spews cruelty.

Sevastyan Novikova — 11:09 AM

Sev writhes as he pisses, desperately trying to stop himself but with no way to. The sound presses perfectly on the entrance to his bladder, and there's that shooting pain right back into his balls as he cums with a sob. He can't beg Lazary to stop, he's too blissed out of his mind and busy wailing from the beautiful onslaught to his cock.

Lazary Voronov — 12:09 PM

"Such a perfect little toy. So blissed out by having your pisshole violated. By making a mess of the both of us. You liked drinking mine too, even if you wouldn't admit it. Just a lovely little faggot whore for your daddy~" Each word is cooed, dripping in gentle degradation, the way you talk down to a dog.

Sevastyan Novikova — 12:15 PM

Every degrading word makes Sev's cock hurt even more, a spurt of piss for each rope of cum he should have leaked, had he not been so opened and fucked through. "H-Hurts… feels so good…" He clings onto Lazary, his slit visibly tightening and releasing, pulses sent right into Sev's brain, fucking him stupid.

Lazary Voronov — 2:06 PM

"I know it does babygirl. You just love the ways I hurt you. Love writhing for me don't you?" Lazary moves the sound in him, pushing further in and then back to it's original position, fucking it in as the piss leaks.

Sevastyan Novikova — 2:17 PM

"Yes… love when you hurt me, love when you use me…" He reaches a hand toward Lazary, gasping at him for some form of comfort as he's stretched so perfectly open.

Lazary Voronov — 2:21 PM

Once the stream dries up, Laz pulls the sound out, agonizingly slowly, getting all the way to the tip before shoving the length all the way back down.

Sevastyan Novikova — 2:24 PM

Sev screams, nails ripping the sheets as the sound is forced all the way back in. "Fuck!" He strains, shuddering miserably. "Fuck I feel like a girl getting fucked like this!"

Lazary Voronov — 2:27 PM

"Well that's because you may as well be, princess. A cute little fag like you, with your cocklet all caged and your holes begging for fucking? You're my good girl, my little fagtoy." Lazary presses a kiss to his forehead, massaging Sev's tr ed balls.

Sevastyan Novikova — 2:30 PM

Sev curls forward, holding onto Laz like a life line. "Feels so good when you fuck me, Daddy… want you to fuck me all the time… break my pretty holes no matter how much I scream… want to make the bed red." He whispers, pulling Laz close to nuzzle by his ear.

Lazary Voronov — 2:39 PM

"You want daddy to paint the sheets red with you? But you were so scared of tearing before~" Lazary is more than willing to do so, but it's so fun to tease.

Sevastyan Novikova — 2:41 PM

"Never been fucked… now I just want more, more, more… pretty please give me more… I'll be good, I'll be so good…" He says softly, nipping at Lazary, smelling him, tasting the salt on his skin.

Lazary Voronov — 2:42 PM

Oh that's a gorgeous sound. "You just want to be stuffed twenty four seven don't you princess. Want me to keep you nice and loose for me huh?" Laz can do that, would love to do that.

Sevastyan Novikova — 2:44 PM

"Wanna feel you in here." He says and brings Laz's hand to his stomach, looking up half-lidded, desperate, beautiful.

Lazary Voronov — 2:54 PM

"Gonna be a long toy to reach there princess. Daddy's going to have to buy something new for you." He will. Lazary will spend as much money on his baby girl as he needs. He pulls out the sound, watching the last little bit of fluid flick out.

Sevastyan Novikova — 3:01 PM

He yelps, oh, this beautiful noise as his slit aches, clamping down on nothing. "Could always use your fingers…?" He asks. The poor thing really doesn't know how his own body works.

Lazary Voronov — 3:03 PM

Laz laughs lightly into his ear. "Oh babydoll, no. To feel me up in your stomach, we have to go alllllll the way through your intestines. Snake it through everything to get there. Mmn, need a toy a couple feet long." As he speaks he traces his fingers over Sev's stomach, outlining the path it would take.

Sevastyan Novikova — 3:32 PM

His dick definitely drips hearing that. "God… the things you say… it's like fucking me with your words." He blushes, as if he's not currently being fucked, rock solid in the constricting cage.

Lazary Voronov — 3:37 PM

He loves seeing how red Sev can get. Loves to watch him flush, stutter and hide. It's gorgeous how easy it is to humiliate him. "You want me to fuck you with something more solid?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 3:39 PM

"What… what do you have in mind? Already fucked me on your cock… that tore me a little. Still stings a bit…" He says softly sweetly, like there's innocence and unknowing to rip from him still.

Lazary Voronov — 3:42 PM

"Could fuck you with that again, or have you pick a toy to jam in you. I could teach my babygirl how to suck his first cock" he'll likely still have to slip a ring gag in for that though, "Or any number of other things. We have oh so many toys to test out on you my dear."

Sevastyan Novikova — 3:46 PM

"What do you wanna do to me?" He asks, looking up with those pretty eyes, all excited and nervous, wanting his ass stuffed at the same time being scared of the stretch, of the pain.

Lazary Voronov — 3:50 PM

Lazary leans in, looking him right in the eye. "I want to make you writhe princess. Want to make you sob in pleasure, in pain, in exquisite existence. Sublime experience. I want to make every single one of your fuckholes scream in agony and have you beg for more, thank me for it."

Sevastyan Novikova — 3:51 PM

"Sounds like you're trying to fuck me with more words." He takes a deep breath, heart racing. He bites his lower lip and speaks. "I want you to rape my pretty little holes, Daddy." His grip on Lazary tightens. He's terrified, but only able to think with his cock.

Lazary Voronov — 4:04 PM

Lazary doesn't say a word, just grabs him by the throat and shoves him down onto the bed, yanking his hips up. "You want daddy to rape your holes? You're going to regret asking for that princess. You won't be able to walk by the time I finish." Lazary had been willing to spend the time slowly, gently stretching him out, giving Sev a chance to have one entirely pleasant fuck before starting back with the pain, but if this is what his princess wants…..

Sevastyan Novikova — 4:06 PM

Sev grabs onto Laz's arm. That fear is palpable, his heart slams into his chest, right beneath Laz's hand. He's going to hurt. But his cock his threatening to break the steel cage, and he can't think of any good reason to stop now. "I-If we need to... what h ens if we need to stop?" He asks as if there would be any sane reason to stop getting fucked.

Lazary Voronov — 4:18 PM

"How about this, pet. If you absolutely need to stop, you tell me red. Otherwise I ignore all of your protests." He already has a large handful of Sev's ass, squishing the flesh, pulling it to the side.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4:28 PM

"Red… got it." Sev nods, pressing his ass into Laz's hands. "Take care of me?" He giggles, hooking his good leg over Laz's ass.

Lazary Voronov — 4:40 PM

"You know I will babygirl." He squirts lube directly at Sev's hole, and shoves two fingers in all the way, aiming for his prostate.

Sevastyan Novikova — 4:51 PM

He yelps, ass immediately clenching around Laz's fingers as they intrude. So painfully tight, a bitch to stretch out.

Lazary Voronov — 4:59 PM

Curling and pushes forward, Laz keeps driving toward his prostate. "Thought my baby wanted to be fucked?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 5:07 PM

"Y-Yes… fuck— right there, deeper… I'll be good, need it…" He whines, squirming, trying so hard to relax.

Lazary Voronov — 6:31 PM

"I know you do princess, I know. You're going to be a good whore aren't you? Be a good little hole." A third finger slips in and they all spread, pulling him open.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6:34 PM

Sev squirms, feeling his hole stretch around the fingers. "Oh that's… yesss~ yess I'll be good for you… I'll be so good, more please, more daddy…" He mewls.

Lazary Voronov — 6:42 PM

His pinky slips in and does the same, watching Sev's rim move. "Aw does my baby want to be stretch open? Does he want to gape?" Laz has just the thing for that.

Sevastyan Novikova — 6:45 PM

"Yes!" He cries out, dick dribbling precum. He's so painfully soft, it's driving him mad as the cage digs into the soft skin of his cock. "Yes, pretty please, I'll be good, wanna stretch, wanna gape!" He begs.

Lazary Voronov — 7:08 PM

Lazary pulls his hand completely out, and turns back to his box. "Just a second baby, I'll get you open nice and wide."

Sevastyan Novikova — 7:11 PM

Of course Sev whines at the loss, waiting for Laz to fill him back up, the poor needy thing.

Lazary Voronov — 7:16 PM

Lazary pulls out a speculum, swiped from the clinic forever ago, wipes up lube dripping down Sev's ass, and slides the cool metal in. "It's alright princess, you'll be open soon."

Sevastyan Novikova — 7:25 PM

"Cold!" Sev yelps, bringing his legs up suddenly. "What… what is that?" He asks, covered in goosebumps.

Lazary Voronov — 7:29 PM

"Something to make you open wide for me princess." He runs a warm hand up and down Sev's back, soothing, trying to get him to relax.

Sevastyan Novikova — 8:48 PM

He squirms at the slight intrusion, certainly not used to metal inside him. "Mmm… feels big… good stretch." He mewls. If he knew it was medical in nature he would have came already.

Lazary Voronov — 8:55 PM

Laz makes sure it's fully seated, giving it a slight wiggle. "Oh baby this is nothing!" He slides the speculum open just a bit, screwing it open to hold it.

Sevastyan Novikova — 8:59 PM

"Ha—aah! No, no no…" He grips onto Lazary, eyes wide, the intrusion pressing right into his prostate making his dick jump to attention, the steel beginning to hurt. "What the fuck- what the fuck it opened?"

Lazary Voronov — 9:02 PM

"You said you wanted to gape for me princess." Sev is just too precious, Lazary has to open it up a bit further.

Sevastyan Novikova — 9:16 PM

Sev whimpers. "What is it?" He shudders, hole getting all pretty and stretching just a bit. His dick leaks down the shaft, what cum he can produce.

Lazary Voronov — 9:20 PM

Laz widens it more, till he can see inside. "Something that goes in cunts."

Sevastyan Novikova — 9:43 PM

Sev gasps as he's opened, able to be looked in. His cock can't help spurting at the very thought of his ass being akin to a pussy, being opened so pretty. His hole is wet and red, just aching to be used

Lazary Voronov — 9:47 PM

"You like that, don't you? Like your fuckhole being called a cunt? God you really are worthless as a fag. Just want to get fucked like a girl, huh? Want your pussy gaping." As he talks, he spreads the speculum wider, opening him up.

Sevastyan Novikova — 9:57 PM

"Hhh— too much! Too wide—" He pants, squirming, pulling back from the speculum as if he could ever escape Lazary's will upon him.

Lazary Voronov — 10:03 PM

Lazary opens it further, in response, pushing Sev's head down into the sheets. "No, pet, you said you wanted me to fuck you. Make you gape. So that's what we're going to do."

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:09 PM

His toes curl, his back arching. He's practically drooling, eyes back in his head. "D-Do you like what you see?~" He asks, trying to ear seductive even as his ass is being slowly, torturously opened.

Lazary Voronov — 10:16 PM

"I very much do little thing. I very much do." So much so, in fact, that he leans forward and spits, deep inside.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:19 PM

Sev's eyes go wide as he feels the spit hit deep inside his hole. He can't even begin to describe the feeling. "Wh… hhh— a-am I that open?" He asks, trembling, wishing he could see it all like Laz, knowing he'd get off on seeing such a pretty thing. "I-I'm embarrassed." He admits, as if he could make small talk while pulled apart.

Lazary Voronov — 10:23 PM

"You're wide open babydoll. If I could afford a camera I'd take a picture." Reaching over to the box again, he comes back with the longest toy he has. Not very thick, but he can always double (or triple) stuff. "Why are you embarrassed princess? This is the natural position for a fag like you. One with a caged little clit and a need for pain." While talking, Lazary begins feeding the toy inside, loving being able to watch around the rim as it disapears into his depths.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:26 PM

Sev chokes on a moan as the toy slips in, deeper than anything he's ever known. It makes a slight twist from his ass into the very base of his intestines when he suddenly spurts cum in an orgasm that makes him see white. His front goes nearly limp, his hips bucking forward desperately, fucking into the bed and flooding the sheets over with cum as if breeding the bed.

Lazary Voronov — 10:27 PM

Lazary gives him a sharp, harsh slap to one ass cheek. "Daddy didn't give you permission for that, did he?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:28 PM

Sev yelps, shaking his head, but he continues to cum, making an even bigger mess of the sheets that will need to be changed again. "N-No… no. I don't. I don't know." He's clearly out of his wits and has barely even been fucked.

Lazary Voronov — 10:35 PM

Anyone else would likely take pity on the man. Not Lazary. He digs around a moment and pulls out another sounding rod, this one thicker, with a wire. Waits till Sev finishes spurting, and reaches around to shove and lock the new rod in place. Flicks the switch connected to the wires and smiles as the metal inside his fuckfag's tred prick starts vibrating. "Now if you cum it'll be back into yourself. The only thing you're going to cum in for a very very long time. Maybe ever!"

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:39 PM

"N-No! No st-stop— oh my God!" He cries out, screams, bucking and jerking, barely able to register the pleasure behind the pain of his balls as he cums back inside himself, not give a second between agonising orgasms. "Stop! Stop!" He cries, begs for mercy, he physically can't control his body as he breaks down into moaning sobs, breaking so perfectly for Laz, the perfect little useless faggot.

Lazary Voronov— 10:46 PM

"I don't think I will, actually. Not when you went and ruined your treat by being naughty." As Sevastyan screeches, Laz keeps sliding in the toy, till all fourteen inches are inside. Sev doesn't even seem to notice.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:49 PM

He feels definitely something unwanted in his guts but the vibrations keep his brain fucked into mush. His dick somehow attempts to expel the sound, contracting and squeezing it desperate for any relief but it never comes. Unlike him, who can't stop as the locked sound does him in. "Make it stop please make it stop!" He screams in agony, prick swollen as he tries to pry the sound out, frantically grabbing at nothing like a dog in a bear trap so desperate to gnaw off its own leg.

Lazary Voronov — 10:53 PM

Lazary just starts huming. Lazily stroking himself while rooting around for another toy of similar girth. That too, starts getting fed into Sev's hole. "My my you're just a greedy little fuckhole aren't you?"

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:55 PM

Sev panics. "Wh-what are you doing? N-No, no more, can't fit, please, please…" He whimpers, dribbling the tiniest amount of cum from his opened slit, feeling the long dildo inside him somehow press even deeper. "N-No… no no too much, please…"

Lazary Voronov — 11:00 PM

This toy isn't anywhere near as long, nor is the third, far far thinner toy, which also gets stuffed into him. "Almost done back here babygirl. Don't you worry." Once he gets his fuckfag stuffed up tight enough, well, it would be easier than needed to get them all to swollowing him.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:04 PM

Sev is an aching sobbing mess, each push forward is met by resistance as his ass tries desperately to expel the toys. The first one is seated deep inside, just at the curve of Sev's intestine, making quite the prominent outline on his stomach. He's so far gone, all he can see are stars as the pain threatens to make him pass out. "Can't… can't d-do it…"

Lazary Voronov — Yesterday at 11:07 PM

"Yes you can fag, be a good girl and take what your daddy give me. And then Lazary does the worst possible thing, unscrewing the speculum and pulling it out around the toys, letting Sev's hole close back around the toys, as much as it can.

Sevastyan Novikova — Yesterday at 11:09 PM

The relief around his hole is blissful, but he remains slightly open, red and puffy as his ass desperately tries to push out that last thin toy, showing off more of his glistening hole as it slowly pushes out.

Lazary Voronov — 5:33 AM

Laz takes all three in hand and roughly shoves the toys back in, paying no mind or heed to the way his hole stretches, moves.

Sevastyan Novikova — 10:31 AM

He screeches, grasping at nothing as his hole is stretched, blood begins to coat the toys as they're shoved in. "Red— Red!!" He cries out with a pleading gasp.

Lazary Voronov— 10:39 AM

Lazary stops. Flicks the switch to turn on the vibrating sound. He doesn't pull anything out, waiting until Sev gives word. "Good job, telling me you need a break." Much as he would love to keep going, he does want his pet to trust him.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 11:38 AM

"H-Hurts…" He shudders, holding himself up by the forearms, bracing himself. "T-Too much stretch…" He lifts one arm to wipe his eyes. "Sorry…"

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 1:07 PM

Laz starts again rubbing his back, trying to soothe. "It's alright princess. You want me to take them out?"

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 1:32 PM

Sev tries to get comfortable but shakes his head. "Liked them d-deep… not stretching…" Sev explains, his ass so desperately trying to push the intrusions out. "Too much right… right now…" His biceps tremble as he keeps himself upright.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 1:49 PM

Lazary pulls out one, letting Sev's hole relax a fair bit. "You're alright baby, it's okay."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 1:54 PM

He moans as it leaves him, able to relax that blissful amount. "Mm… thank you…" He leans into the gentle rub on his back. He decides to ask more questions to distract from the sharp pain that becomes an ache. "Was it in my stomach?" He asks.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 1:58 PM

"No princess, not even close." Laz takes out the other, shorter toy as well, leaving only the longest in. "Like I said, I'll have to get something new for that."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 1:59 PM

"You're the smart one… gimme an anatomy lesson some day." He says with a dazed smile, a short laugh. "It feels good… kind of… cramp-y?" He guesses the feeling.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:00 PM

"I will baby, promise." Laz presses a kiss to one trembling ass cheek. "You like how the cramps feel?"

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:02 PM

"It reminds me how deep it is… the idea of something in my guts… snaking through me… I dunno. Cramps are just a part of it… it's the mental image. It's why I like when you say dirty shit." He then follows. "It's why I popped that boner at the doctor's ages ago. He started… explaining shit. I painted a picture in my head. Had to yank one out when I got home." He laughs nervous, embarrassed.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:03 PM

"What was he talking about?" Laz is curious. Depending on what it is he might be able to use it.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:04 PM

"Some basic shit!" He barks a laugh. "Talking about looking in my ears, I think. To see if I had a brain."

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:05 PM

Oh now there's an idea. "Babydoll can I start playing with you again?"

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:06 PM

"Y-Yeah, just not as much stretch… please." He asks so sweetly, adjusting back so he's comfortable again.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:07 PM

"We're going to try something else really fast first, okay?" He stands up, and heads for the bathroom.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:08 PM

Sev moves to his knees and waits patiently, able to shake out his arms which became sore from holding him up.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:09 PM

He comes back with a qtip. Just a regular qtip. "Do you want to look at it first or do you trust me?"

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:10 PM

Sev raises a brow with a strange look and shrugs. "I… I trust you." The words are shaky, but a milestone.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:12 PM

"Good girl!" He breaks into a huge smile, and comes over to gently hold Sev's head. Tracing the q tip around the outside of his ear gently, before pressing inside. Deep inside, up against the wall of the canal. "You have something special, up here. We all do."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:13 PM

Sev squirms. A very, very new feeling that makes him feel suddenly very alert and quite aroused. Just at the idea of something being prodded around another orifice, and then something that feels really good.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:16 PM

"You've got this nerve in here, yeah? And it connects to a bunch of other stuff. So that when I do this," and here Laz digs a little deeper in, pressing a little harder.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:17 PM

Sev lets out this beautiful sound, arching his back into that bliss with a mewling moan. Pleasure shoots through him, deep in him that feels unlike anything he's experienced before.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:18 PM

"It makes you sound like that!" he crows, continuing to wiggle the q tip around. "Fun, right?"

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:19 PM

Sev giggles, having lost his wits to the new feeling. "Feels like you're fucking my brain…" He holds onto Lazary, closing his eyes, following that pleasure through his whole system.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:22 PM

"Would you like that baby? If I fucked your brain? Shoved my cock through your ear and turned all that grey matter to cum soaked mush?" Laz keeps playing in his ear, having far too much fun. "Would that make a pathetic failure of a faggot like you happy?"

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 2:25 PM

Sev squirms, grabbing at his cock, not giving an answer, but the idea is clearly arousing. He squeezes his legs together. "D-Don't tease if it can't happen…"

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 2:27 PM

He smiles, a little meaner. "Oh it could happy sweetheart, but it would be the last thing you ever felt." Jams the q tip hard against the right spot and pulls it out, leaving him bereft.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 7:49 PM

Sev squirms at that final intrusion before being left out to dry. "You know all sorts of weird shit..." He tries to make the blush in his cheeks die down, a difficult task with a cock and ass stuffed.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 8:33 PM

"Well I have had a decent bit longer than you to find it all out. I'm a learned pervert." Laz starts gently, almost absently playing with the toy in Sev's ass, as though it's not a person.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 8:46 PM

"Mmm…" Sev closes his eyes, relaxing into it. "Could lay in your lap… let you pet my hair, dig around in my ears…" He chuckles softly, arching his back just that little extra.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 8:51 PM

"You'd like that wouldn't you. Being my dog." The toy gets pushed further in, till its base is flush with skin.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 8:55 PM

Sev moans and shivers as that beautiful feeling returns to him. "Only for the petting, s-surely."

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 9:36 PM

"Surely. You have no interest in a collar, or a cute little tail, or being my adorable little bitch in heat, or barking when told to. You only care about the petting."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 9:44 PM

"People don't have tails or go in heat. Thought you knew everything." Sev chuckled, arching all pretty, but mostly for the stretch.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 10:29 PM

Laz smiles, a little conniving. "I could pet you into heat. If I wanted. Give you something and make all those human thoughts drip drip drip right out of your little cage. All you'd be able to think about is getting well fucked, well bred baby. And afterwards I'd plug it all in you with a nice cute little tail."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 10:51 PM

"Haha…" He smiles blissfully, cheeks dusted pink with the thoughts. "Mmm… can't breed me. I'm a bull, not a heifer." He has this beautiful look, smiling, pretty and so dumb.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 10:53 PM

"Are you now?" He asks, reaching down and taking Sev's caged cock in one hand, laughing at how easily it's covered. Squeezing, giving a bit of a tug, as if to pull the cage off my force of will alone. "What do you can. this then? Bulls have cocks, princess, and all you have is this cute little nub! And you have such a nice hole back there…."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 11:00 PM

He squirms, cock throbbing in Laz's grip. "F-Fuck… it's just caged… it's not that small… plus you can't milk me. I think I'm getting lost in the metaphor." Sev said, deciding to flip onto his back, looking up at Laz with those bliss filled eyes.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 11:05 PM

"Not that small yet princess. You're only on your first cage. Don't worry though, we'll shrink that down in no time." The new position gives Lazary more room to tug and prod and fondle the cage. To reach up and roll a nipple, groping at the skin where Sev's nonexistent tits would be if he had them. "And, you know, men can lactate too, if you do the right things to prepare them for it."
The hand on the cage gives a harsher tug. "Plus we can milk this little nub dry."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 11:09 PM

"First—!" He hisses as he's poked and prodded out. "N-No I barely fit in this one. You said it was too big for me, every time I get hard it squeezes." He complains, whining as Laz teases his nipple which instantly hardens under his tough. "Didn't know they did that."

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 11:12 PM

"That's why this is only your first babygirl, we have to get you in one that does fit! And then we can work our way smaller from there." He gives one last hard poke, this time to the tip of the sound, and then brings his hand up to start playing with the other nipple. "Didn't know they did what, sweetness? Didn't know your nipples would stiffen up? Means you like them being played with. The way a whore likes it."

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 11:14 PM

He squirms, trying to still his nerves and his racing mind so filled with devious little thoughts. "I've never done this shit, how would I know anything. You're finding out all this stuff… same time I am…" He watches, intrigued, not realising just how sensitive his body is.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 11:17 PM

Lazary presses a kiss to the center of his sternum, to his forehead, and finally to his lips, rather chaste, considering. "Oh I know, my perfect little toy. I get to be your first everything. Pathetic little cunt never managed any of it, did you?"

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 11:19 PM

Sev leans into each kiss except the one on his lips, still unsure on those grounds. It feels too… romantic. "Was too busy working or… I mean. Y'know how I am. Boss took up too much of my time. Too much of my head." The subject of his previous employment instantly carves a despairing look into Sev's face.

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 11:22 PM

"You don't have to worry about that at all anymore baby. I've got you, your daddy's got you. That's all you need." Laz holds back the grimace at the mention of Andrey, but barely.

Sevastyan NovikovaAPP — Yesterday at 11:27 PM

"Daddy's got me." He repeats. It sounds… sickly on Sev's tongue, a strange tone that would have sounded mocking if it wasn't coupled with disbelief. Cherished and cared for with such sweet words, dripping with sweat and sex, compared to the endless longing. And how easily was he thrown away? Sev's eyes prick with tears. "Sorry— sorry!" He laughs nervously, wiping his eyes. "Didn't mean for it to get shitty in here."

Lazary VoronovAPP — Yesterday at 11:31 PM

He pulls Sevastyan in, cradling him, running a hand through his hair. "It's alright. That's right, daddy's got you. You can cry baby it's alright. No reason to apologize." Lazary is never going to let this man go. Never let him leave.

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