Actions of Man on Covert Mission

Information by Honey Pot Routine

There is something so delicious to witness a handsome man seduce and trap a thirsty man. Like a dance, a bit inexperienced perhaps, but the genuine innocence adds something extra to the performance. And too many men still commit the fatal error of underestimating a pretty bottom, Marco thought to himself as he looked out from his hiding spot behind a veil inside a dark room. 

Zhivotnoy had no idea what was in progress, he was simply a too crude man to understand that the neatly wrapped buttocks and the blushed cheeks of Julek were not shown to him because of his manly powers and his earthy beet soup musk. Rather it was because of his simple mind and the information stored within.

This performance took place at an Istanbul coffee shop. A pleasant smell of strong coffee and smoke was felt. And Marco’s trained senses also picked up the faint but magnificent smell of sweet squeezable ass, which Julek’s body emitted and ensnared Zhivotnoy. A few days of coaching, and Julek performed the role of coy boy bait expertly. The exploits by the Parisian Seducer from the First World War, as retold by Marco, had especially piqued Julek’s creative spirit.

Henryk also stood behind the veil. He looked at the performance with apprehension. 

“This is dangerous. He is in danger. You know this. I cannot let him get hurt. If Zhivotnoy soils him, I will be very cross. And Zhivotnoy is a cruel mind attached to a crude hierarchy of destruction and power.” Henryk spoke to Marco in English as he expressed his concerns for Julek.

“Julek agreed. He desired the challenge. The journey to manhood includes danger, risk and defeating obstacles on the way. You know this, Julek knows this, every true man knows this. And as I told both of you, there are many rewards to be had, this is not only for a distant ideal or a glorious purpose” replied Marco. 

Julek thoroughly licked a spoon clean of honey — very strong tongue action — before he and Zhivotnoy stood up for the next step in the plan.

“I am aware. Providence made our meeting of bodies and spirits take place, there is a reason, and I believe Julek’s rescue and virtuous growth is the reason. But please allow a dutiful man to be worried about his protégé.”

“You are a true man, a mentor par excellence. Know that when the risk is the greatest, I will be there. Play our parts, and you, Julek, and I will all be in a better place to do good in this world” Marco reassured Henryk, as the two men left their hiding spot. They navigated narrow streets to the same bathhouse where they had met only days ago. As planned, Zhivotnoy and Julek arrived shortly after, the snugly wrapped buttocks had led the blank mind with suggestions of delicious probing and hints of the gorgeous grip.

In the room next to the cheapest private pool, Marco and Henryk quickly prepared themselves. Marco had stripped down to nothing but a tight pair of leather shorts. He massaged his palms, prepared to perform. Henryk held a pistol, stretched his muscles a bit, while he looked at Marco’s body. In the same room over at the wall to the neighbouring pool, Agent Cooper peeked through two discreet holes in the wall. Through them he would observe all that was about to take place in the next room. Though he acknowledged Marco’s great skills and defended his guy tooth and nail within the agency, it was still awkward business for Agent Cooper whenever Marco went into full dick swinging action. He avoided to watch as Marco adjusted the sizeable penis inside the tight leather shorts.

There was a fourth man in the room: a gentleman in a tailor-made, two-button single-breasted suit jacket with tapered waist and a striped mustard yellow tie in a full Windsor knot. Though there were two holes in the wall where he stood as well, he rather inspected Marco’s changing of outfits and dick adjustments with a hint of a smile.

As clear as two plus two is four, in this seductive underground as well, Zhivotnoy rented the cheapest private pool available for what he planned to be a rough and loud probing session. He and Julek entered the small and dim place, and the four men in the neighbouring room began their observations of the motions through the holes in the wall, biding their time. 

Marco knew a great deal rested on his shoulders. He had after all convinced Henryk and Julek of the plan. They could have refused, even taken the matter to the Soviet consulate in order to have Marco assassinated and thrown into the Bosporus. They might even have gained some favours that way. The key however was Julek, not in his present timid and bullied form, but what he had the potential to become, both in body and spirit. It was a promise of the gift, and the strength of Marco, that had convinced Henryk this was the figurative mountain pass to venture.

Julek had stripped naked. He was as plump, snow white, sweet and spankable as before. He splashed water at Zhivotnoy, laughed, and ran away as the clumsy man chased after. At one point, Julek seemingly stumbled, fell forward and landed on his hands and knees. The buttocks parted and for a brief moment Zhivotnoy saw that pink little body part he had dreamt about since he first had seen the newest recruit at the Polish consulate. After many months of bullying those unreliable Poles with hints about Stalinist purges and Siberian winters, Julek had clearly been ordered to do his duty to the collective and serve the proletarian vanguard, Zhivotnoy reasoned.

He threw himself forward and managed to grab Julek’s ankle. There had been too much running for Zhivotnoy, and he panted and sweated in the far corner from the entrance to the pool. But he had a firm grip of his prey, and that was the only thing that mattered to the ordinary mind. He grabbed Julek’s balls, squeezed hard enough to make Julek cry out in pain. He used his weight to push Julek over on all fours, face down, ass up.

It was so beautiful, Zhivotnoy thought. It was going to be so cozy, warm and tight. Prying it open, first with one finger, forcing the tightness to yield to multiple fingers… delicious. It was going to be the means by which this inferior Polish butt whore would be turned into a sobbing, moaning piece of meat squirting his juices without control. Zhivotnoy licked his lips as his thoughts of what to do with Julek’s ass washed unchecked over Zhivotnoy’s mind.

When less than one inch from making first contact with the sweet ass, Zhivotnoy was pulled back by an overwhelming force. Strong arms grabbed him, pulled him up from the floor, a fist delivered a hard punch to the belly, then hands pulled off the stained underwear and placed Zhivotnoy — all of the fat, bones and cartilage — over a pair of muscular thighs. Zhivotnoy was face down, ass up, and one of his arms was held in a steely grip behind his back. He had no weapons or abilities he could muster to fight against the force that commanded his body into this humiliating position.

“Do you know who I am? The full might of Comrade Stalin will rip you to shreds you know…” Zhivotnoy shouted in Russian, though his pitch was high and nervous.

“I know who you are. I know you have something I want. I know you will give it to me. What remains to find out is if it will be mostly painful or pleasurable for you.” Marco answered in Russian. He had pushed open the door to the pool, and since Zhivotnoy was at the other side of the room, lured there by hypnotic body parts, Marco had easily taken hold of the weak man. It was up to him and Julek to execute the next step before someone was alerted to the problem — information travelled fast.

Marco began spanking the flat buttocks he had secured over his lap. Zhivotnoy yelped and squirmed, but Marco’s grip was secure and no matter his desire to not receive stinging slaps on his bare ass, Zhivotnoy could not alter the course of events with his inconsequential bodily actions. Marco stopped.

“So that was a small taste…”, he said, but Zhivotnoy interrupted.

“I have survived Siberian winters, lived on diets exclusively of hard rye bread and unsalted buckwheat soups with wolves roaming outside the door! I have had all bourgeoise tendencies removed. If you think spanking will make me talk before the agents at the consulate know something is wrong, then truly, Hollywood has made you Westerners decadent and soft in the brain. Cary Grant, Judy Garland, Rock Hudson, Elizabeth Taylor… I think I’ve made my point. Let go now and I might allow you to live” Zhivotnoy was furious and ready to put up a fight in spirit.

Marco nodded at Julek. Body and spirit, flesh and mind, muscles and desires… in this Colosseum, Marco was the undefeated gladiator.

Julek moved closer to the two men and placed himself on the floor very near to Zhivotnoy face. Julek was on his back. He spread his legs and leaned back. He smiled and licked his lips. His most tender parts were exposed and less than a foot from Zhivotnoy’s dry mouth.

“You know Julek. You have smelled him. You can almost taste him, right? Here is a nice fact. He is under my command. I tell him what to do, and he does it. Total submission. Let me show you” Marco said. He nodded at Julek and said: “insert that smooth toy inside you, and start playing with your butt.”

Julek reached out to a table on which a smooth phallic object in solid glass was placed. He caressed the object, massaged the tip, applied some lubricant to it, and pushed it against his butthole. Julek’s breathing became deeper and more excited. Just as the butt opened and the tip slipped inside him, a short but loud moan escaped from his mouth and his dick bounced joyfully. His tightness was clearly evident as the butt squeezed against the toy, the toy was gripped firmly. He began to gently move the object in and out, and he emitted short grunting noises as new sensations were felt.

“Squeeze your nipples hard and push the toy deeper and quicker inside. Don’t mind the pain, just take it as I tell you.” Marco instructed and Julek obeyed.

He squeezed his nipples, which became hard and protruding. He also pushed the phallic toy another three inches inside, which made his hole grip tighter against the wider girth. His moaning, his facial expressions all signalled rebellious joys and fearlessness for these new bodily sensations. 

Zhivotnoy watched, with drool from the mouth, and his small erection squirmed against Marco’s thigh against which it was pressed painfully. This was a dream come true. This was what he had expected to do. Make the impudent Polish boy moan, sob and take whatever Zhivotnoy desired to insert into the young rebellious man. In Zhivotnoy’s plan, this day was supposed to conclude with Julek impaled on a cucumber, flustered and confused, while he squirted his umpteenth load, and promised to serve the vanguard. Take it, he must take it, that body needs soiling…

“Stop now” Marco instructed. Julek removed the toy and closed his legs.

“The bargain is simple. Option one: you get thirty minutes with Julek, do what you wish, taste what you wish, probe whatever, however. Anything goes. You see how obedient he is, I’m sure you can make him even more so. Option two: I instruct Julek to insert that cucumber in your ass, I hog tie you, and then when the men from your consulate arrive, well…”

“Anything… I must…” Zhivotnoy had, spiritually speaking, been reduced to a low-budget dildo with only one blunt purpose for its existence.

“Mitya. Your agent. Where is he? Where are his hiding places?” Marco whispered the questions and moved Zhivotnoy a few inches closer to Julek’s nudity. Julek improvised and playfully thrusted his hips upwards and his dick slapped against Zhivotnoy’s face. It happened too fast for Zhivotnoy to catch the delicious body part with his mouth, though he tried. Boyish insolence, rebelliousness, tender parts that need to be toughened…

“I don’t know. He doesn’t tell me anything. Arrogant little fucker…” Zhivotnoy bursted out with genuine anger. Marco could imagine the apex power bottom Mitya triggering his inferior handler’s urges for all kinds of favours, but giving nothing in return. Maybe he brushed up against Zhivotnoy ‘by accident’ when he was collecting cash, gave the man a one second’s sensation of firm buttocks behind thin fabric. Zhivotnoy would under that influence have handed over too much of the collective resources to Mitya, which probably meant Zhivotnoy was reprimanded by his superiors.

“Your research of him, your plans and preparations, what about them? I am sure a man of your capacity are planning things, to teach him a lesson? Where?” Marco asked. He knew from his own experience that secret services kept track of their own, and Zhivotnoy would surely have been especially eager to learn about Mitya for future sexual blackmail. 

“Georgia.. He is connected with locals around the Caucasus. I bet he fucks with them, gang banged by cossacks, or something. Make them protect him. He uses his ass. His tracks always lead to the city Kutaisi, but go cold there. Mountain people, ancient people, unreliable petit bourgeoise, I say. You go get him. Fuck him like a savage, for all I care. That’s it. Now give me…” Zhivotnoy spoke like the scorned wanker he was, blinded by anger. Marco could tell this was the truth. Zhivotnoy wanted Julek almost as much as he hated Mitya. The perfect combination that made the weak man hold nothing back.

“You have earned your prize.” Marco let go of Zhivotnoy, who slithered off the lap and began to crawl towards pretty Julek, who retreated with fear on his face. A natural actor, he will go far, Marco thought.

When less than one inch from making contact with the sweet ass, Zhivotnoy was again interrupted, this time, the door flung open and Henryk entered waving a pistol. 

“You American swine, capitalist degenerate, imperialist sodomite, don’t you try anything with Comrade Zhivotnoy! Back off or I shoot you and the traitor punk you corrupted.”

Talk about an acting performance, Marco thought. Henryk delivered his lines with great conviction and realism. Marco and Julek jumped up and a brawl ensued. Henryk was first pushed back by Marco, but heroically — at least from the viewpoint of Zhivotnoy — Henryk punched Marco hard with the pistol and gained the upper hand. It had to be convincing, so as planned, Henryk grabbed the phallic toy that had stroked and stimulated Julek’s warm insides minutes ago, broke it against the stone wall and swung the sharp edge at Marco. The toy wounded Marcos’ belly. Blood began to pour out. Wounded and marked, Marco grabbed Julek and ran for the door.

When Julek, fully nude, passed Henryk on his way to the door, the gentleman for a brief and precious moment reached out and caressed the naked sensitive buttocks of his protégé. This was goodbye and godspeed. 

The two men left the pool, then ran off fast, while Henryk and Zhivotnoy remained inside.  Marco and Julek ran as planned along a dark corridor to a backdoor. They exited and after a few quick moves on narrow streets stopped inside a room. Marco had lost some blood, so he cleaned the wound then wrapped it in fabric.

“Ah, the man of twist and turns. The plan worked like a charm. As proud Anglophones, we might say that now the boot is on the other foot, our dear old chap Henryk protected from further harassment. But do tell, how did you know it would work so smoothly? Goodness, that collie shangles has left a mark I see — he did not prick you too deep now did he the good old chap?” 

The gentleman from before with his yellow tie and tailor-made outfit appeared. He spoke crisp and regal English, the boundary between aloof commentary and learned remark fuzzy. 

“Blood is the appropriate price to pay for what I did today to Henryk. And it was always going to work. Zhivotnoy is a simple spirit and trapped within a weak body. A pair of delicious buttocks almost within reach is an irresistible mind-fuck” Marco answered as he wrapped the final piece of bandage over his wound and nodded towards Julek, who twisted timidly.

“Quite right. As my Prussian nanny would have said: ich kenn doch mein Pappenheimer” said the English gentleman. He was some kind of Lord with ancestors who had lived in castles with grand stallions and strict Prussian nannies, presently a man at the MI6. He had agreed to take Julek back to London and to keep Julek under his protection. There was a discrete aristocratic gentleman’s club that knew how to train masculine talents the ancient ways, while things were kept hidden from ordinary eyes. He inspected the nude Julek, smiled and nodded.

“Bless my lucky star. You may not believe it, but mere days ago I repatriated two rather fabulous men from Egypt, Bes and Ibrahim, for our club. Sadly they had ended up at a London club for the lesser lords and were deported for the most trivial of matters — pray tell, which gentleman of good fortune and breeding has not played the stable boy and footman hide Mister Darcy’s prodigious engine in the bedchamber? I learnt of their latent talents and found them in Alexandria shortly before Agent Cooper contacted me. I am certain that dear Julek will find loving, virtuous and manly friendships at the club — and feel the sting of pleasure while at it. Within some years who knows what powers these young bloods will command.”

Marco felt at ease. The pieces were coming together. Wrongs were undone. It was now up to him to sail to the east on the Black Sea and find Mitya and conclude this business. He had the information and resources. Execution was the last ingredient.

Julek ran over to Marco, hugged hard and buried his face deep between the pecs and kissed. Their bodies pressed against each other. Henryk, Julek and Marco had made their respective sacrifices and fate demanded they part ways. The gentleman put his hands on the two men and he said:

“As a wise man said: God provides the wind, but man must raise the sail. Now journey well Marco, let the spirit move your body where it must go. Dear Julek and I have a flight to catch and then a peachy little welcome party to throw for Julek, Bes and Ibrahim.”