The cummunist dick-tatorship

Chapter 5: Who's the twink now?

TW: Mention of gay and twinks

Stalin's POV:
We tie them onto the chairs.
Make sure they're unable to escape.
Then we rip the bags off of their heads.
Their mouths are gagged and they're struggling against the ropes we've used to tie them to the chairs.
They're shouting at us through the material in their mouths but we ignore them.
"Shut it freaks," Lenin spits.
Wow I've never seen him so confident, so angry.
Maybe it's because they can't say anything back or physically hurt him this time.
I chuckle to myself, and grab our weapons.
Weapon one- the communist manifesto. Yeah eat that bitches.
Weapon two- what is to be done?
Weapon three- the recreation of the Bolshevik revolution on film
Our plan is to torture them by forcing this propaganda and media down their throats until they confess.
Confess to being GAY.
They see the weapons in our hands and begin to panic even more.
We rips away the material from their mouths.
"NO!!!"
"ANYTHING BUT THOSE"
They scream, but Lenin and I just turn to each other and smirk. We roll our eyes. Time to teach these guys a lesson.
"Ok, so here's the sitch," I begin "we're going to read aloud the pages of these books, force your faces forward to watch these film, and continue this torture until you both confess."
"Confess to what you communist rat?" Stolypin snarls.
"OI! Watch your damn mouth." I warm him.
He glares and me but doesn't say anything.
"You know what," Lenin pipes up, "your little dirty secret"
"I don't know what you mean-" Pobedonostev begins to defend himself, but I cut him off.
"YOU'RE GAY!!!" I scream unable to hold it in any longer.

Lenin's POV:
I stare at Stalin, wow, he just came out with it. Just like that.
"Just admit it already," he growls, "you constantly make fun of Lenin for being fruity but the truth is that you are both no less of a twink than him."
"Hey!" I say.
"Sorry," Stalin apologises.
I shrug, he's right, I am a twink at heart.
"US?!?! TWINKS?!?!" The panic is evident in Stolypin's eyes.
Pobedonostev begins to laugh nervously. "Whaaaattt?? Nooooo. Where would you get an idea like THAT from?"
"Oh we see the way you look at each other, and how close you've gotten recently." I expose them.
"Yes and all they sneaking away into each others' offices," Stalin backs me up.
"WHAT?!? NO!! We were just...doing work." Pobedonostev claims, but the panic in his eyes and hesitation says different.
"Look you guys might as well just admit it so we won't have to take this torture to drastic measures." Stalin warns.
"Yeah come on, we've sussed you out,  might as well come out of the crystal clear closet."
Stolypin scoffs but for the first time he doesn't object.
Neither of them say anything.
"Ok fine, you leave us no choice," Stalin says "Lenin get the costumes, Lenin and I will have to cosplay as Karl Marx and explain in great detail the steps to revolution."
"NO NO NO OK FINE FINE WE'RE HOMOSEXUALS!!!" Stolypin cracks under the pressure.
"STOLY??" Pobedonostev turns to look at him distraught.
Cute nickname, I think and hide a smirk.
"I'm sorry Pobbie baby," Stolypin hangs his head low, "I had to. You saw what they were going to do to us."
I step forwards, spreading my feet apart and crossing my arms.
"Well well well, who's the twink now?"