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Izzy feels nothing but relief when Ed calls him to the captain’s quarters. Ever since they’ve been sailing with Stede Fucking Bonnet, Ed hasn’t put him under once. As much as Izzy wants to pretend he’s not at his instincts’ whim, he needs to be put under just as frequently as any other omega. He’s feeling itchy around the edges and ready for a nice steady night of Ed roughing him around and fucking him.
He’s surprised when he shows up in the captain’s quarters and Ed isn’t alone. It makes some sense that Bonnet would be in the captain’s quarters, considering they’re still pretending he’s the captain, but he thought… Maybe Ed just needs something from him.
“You called for me, Blackbeard?” Izzy says gruffly, staunchly refusing to look at Bonnet.
Ed nods, gesturing him in closer. “Yeah. Stede’s going to join us for one of our sessions.” He doesn’t ask if it’s okay, and Izzy doesn’t voice his complaint. He doesn’t like that Bonnet’s going to be present, but he doesn’t serve Blackbeard to question him. He nods.
“On your knees, over here,” Ed says. He’s standing and undoing his trousers, and he sits on the bed with his pants undone and gestures between his legs. Izzy knows where this is going and relaxes. A good rough blowjob gets him down under better than anything else.
Instead of staying off to the side, however, Bonnet makes his way over and sits on the bed as well. Izzy shoots Ed a helpless look, and he must look distressed enough, because Ed sighs.
“Stede is going to help me with you,” Ed clarifies.
Izzy swallows. He could leave. He could walk out, and somehow find someone else he trusts enough to do this for him.
He knows he won’t.
Izzy leans in and presses his face against Ed’s dick, getting a heady whiff of Ed’s concentrated alpha scent. He braces his hands on Ed’s thighs and takes his dick into his mouth without preamble.
With his eyes closed, he can pretend Bonnet isn’t there. He takes the cock in deeper, down to the base, working on getting it from a semi up to full hardness. He doesn’t use his hands, knowing Blackbeard likes it better when he struggles with just his mouth.
But then there’s a creak next to him, and Bonnet’s body is bracing up behind him. Izzy squirms, feeling trapped, but Bonnet’s hand slides into his hair and pushes him down onto Ed’s dick and it’s such a graceful, easily dominant move that it has Izzy slipping, falling down into his instincts faster than he has in a long time. Despite himself, Izzy moans around Ed’s cock, leaning into it and sucking sloppily.
“Good boy,” Stede says in his ear, and it has Izzy backing up, sliding off of Ed’s cock suddenly. Stede jerks back to avoid their heads slamming together, and Ed stares down at him in surprise.
Izzy looks up at Blackbeard desperately. “This isn’t… Throw me around. Rough me up. Not this .” He’s practically begging now, only half-under but threatening to fall further.
Ed opens his mouth, but Stede is faster. “This is how I do things,” he says, his tone so definitive that Izzy can’t argue. It feels like his mouth is glued shut. “Now, I want you to put your hands behind your back for me.”
Izzy shoots Ed a desperate look, but the alpha just raises an eyebrow and nods. Izzy sighs and draws his hands behind his back. Bonnet’s hand immediately curls around both of his wrists, clamping them tightly together. There’s a prickle of pain, and it’s exactly what Izzy needs, his body losing some tension again.
“Lean forward for me, dear,” Stede hums, his hand coming up to firmly push Izzy’s shoulders down. Izzy doesn’t put up resistance, but also makes Stede do the work. His shoulders hit the floor, but then there’s a hand in his hair, pulling his head up and to the side. Bonnet puts his face directly against Ed’s boot.
“Let’s start off by showing your captain some gratitude, shall we?” Bonnet says, sounding far too casual for what he’s doing. Izzy’s cock throbs.
“Go on,” Blackbeard says when Izzy doesn’t immediately comply. “Lick it clean, dog.”
Izzy can’t help a soft moan, and he immediately complies, uncaring of the gritty taste of dirt beneath his tongue as he laps it up to reveal the leather underneath. He’s not completely gone yet, but he dips down lower. This is good. This is better.
The hand leaves his hair, and after a tight, warning squeeze, so does the one around his wrists. Izzy keeps them there as Stede works down Izzy’s bottoms, pulling them down around his thighs. It leaves him completely exposed but with his legs pressed together. Izzy knows Stede will be able to see how his dick is hard and his hole is slick. He squirms a little.
“None of that,” Stede says sharply, giving him a smack to his ass. It doesn’t hurt, not really, but the suddenness of it and the loud sound has him gasping. Izzy stills, rubbing his cheek against the leather of Ed’s boot and closing his eyes. “I’m going to touch you now, darling, is that alright?”
Izzy growls softly, hating that he’s asking permission, hating that softness that Bonnet brings to everything. Alphas are meant to take, and Omegas are meant to give. He shouldn’t need to ask permission.
Suddenly the boot is out from under him, and his face is being shoved into the stained wood by a rough pressure on the back of his neck. The boot presses him down against the floor, and it hurts, and it’s right . Izzy’s head swims.
“Be gentle now, dear,” Bonnet admonishes, and it takes a moment for Izzy to figure out he’s talking to Ed and not him. “He’ll answer me or he won’t get touched.”
Izzy whines softly, both at Bonnet’s proclamation and at the boot lifting off his neck. He lifts his head so he can put it back down on the boot, rest his cheek against the wet leather, and lap at it some more. “Yes, do it already,” he finally grunts out, though there isn’t a lot of bite to it.
There’s a heavy sigh from behind him, and he gets another swat to his ass for his efforts. “You’re going to have to ask nicer than that, pet,” Bonnet tells him. Izzy can’t help a shiver. He’s always been Ed’s dog when they do this, and Bonnet calling him that… He drifts deeper.
Izzy lets out a whine anyway. He doesn’t want to have to ask, to beg. He wants to be taken . He looks up at Ed with wide, pleading eyes. The alpha rolls his eyes.
“I think he might need a bit of encouragement.” There’s a hint of teasing in his tongue, and Izzy wonders what he’s in for.
“I agree.” Stede stands up, and Izzy starts to straighten up before arms are wrapping around him and properly lifting him up. He’s manipulated like he weighs nothing, and draped over Stede’s lap as he sits down on the bed. Izzy’s face ends up next to Ed’s thigh, and he leans in, trying to get closer to his cock again.
Ed’s hands push him away, but the Captain lets Izzy keep his head on his thigh, so it’s not the end of the world. Izzy’s situated like a naughty child on Stede’s lap, and when he feels a hand caressing his buttocks, he knows exactly where this is going. He braces his hands against Ed’s thigh.
“I think 50 should do it,” Stede says, and Izzy groans. That’s a lot, and all he did was hesitate to beg. He’d never be willing to say it out loud, but maybe Stede is a more proper alpha than he had initially thought. “You’re going to count for me.”
The first slap lands hard on his left cheek. “One,” Izzy grunts out against Ed’s leather. Stede doesn’t correct him or move him, so he continues on like this as he’s spanked again, and again, and again.
He can only stay quiet through fifteen. Then he starts lightly gasping, and then quietly moaning with each spank. By the end of the fifty strikes he’s shivering, tears welled up in his eyes and threatening to fall. Stede runs a hand down his back, over the leather, and in soothing little circles over his ass to calm him down.
Izzy whines softly. The spanking hadn’t been the worst pain in the world, but it had done as well as Ed’s usual rough treatment in getting him to sink. When he looks up at his Captain, his eyes are glazed over and half-closed. Ed chuckles softly and reaches down to ruffle his hair.
“There he is,” Ed says, almost fondly, talking to Stede as he pets Izzy.
Izzy realises he’s started to hump Stede’s thigh.
Stede’s hand slides over his ass, and he sucks in a breath. It travels further down, and two fingers slide into his cunt with ease.
Izzy lets out a moan, and finds himself biting down on Ed’s leather pants. He rolls his hips, trying to get more, but instead Stede finds his gspot and starts thrusting his fingers into it. Izzy whines, high pitched and needy, and squeezes Ed’s thigh.
As he’s lost to the pleasure, he vaguely hears Ed say, “I have an idea.” Stede replies, but Izzy doesn’t catch it, too busy drooling all over Blackbeard’s thigh. How lucky he is to get the chance.
All too soon, the fingers pull out of him, and Stede taps his shoulder. “Back on the ground now, pup. Kneel in front of me.”
Izzy doesn’t hesitate, sliding down to his knees in front of Bonnet. His hands come to clasp behind his back. He looks down at the ground. Even as far down as he is, he still sneers a little at the sight of Bonnet’s fancy, cream-coloured shoes. Only he would wear a shoe that light.
“Admiring them, are you?” Stede says, giving Izzy pause. “They’re expensive. But the buckles could use some shining, don’t you think, Ed?”
“Oh absolutely.” Ed stands up, and stands behind Izzy. The boot he’d been licking a moment ago presses between his shoulderblades, and then pushes him down. Izzy grunts as his face is pushed into Bonnet’s hideous shoe.
Even as far down as he is, he turns his face to the side, refusing to do anything.
And no, there’s no fucking way he’s going to. If Bonnet wants him to do this, he’s going to have to earn it. Izzy hears the ponce sigh above him. The boot presses harder down on his back.
“It’s his choice, dear,” Bonnet says, and the boot lets up a little, though still pressing his chest against the ground. “I can sit for as long as he needs, but he won’t be getting touched until my shoes shine.”
There’s a chuckle from behind him, and then the boot is gone, and Izzy lifts his head to see Ed sit back down beside Stede. Izzy has to bite back a sound, his instincts yelling at him to beg to be touched. Instead, he stays where he is, shoulders down and ass up, with Bonnet’s disgusting shoe right in front of his face. The worst part is, it’s already fucking clean.
Izzy’s eyes flick up as the two of them move, and he can’t help a soft groan of annoyance when Ed leans forward, bending over Stede’s lap. Ed pulls Stede’s cock out from his breeches, and takes it in his mouth without preamble, and Izzy can’t do anything but watch.
He could. He could leave. He could get up and walk out and deal with his symptoms, or find another alpha who will give him what he needs without all these games .
He doesn’t.
Stede’s cock is, frankly, huge. It makes Izzy’s mouth water just to look at it. He can’t imagine how big his knot would be, probably big around as Izzy’s fist. Ed is making noises befitting an omega as he slurps that cock down. Izzy needs that cock in him. He needs to be a good omega. For both of them.
Izzy stares up at the two and lets out a long, loud, honestly pathetic whine. Ed pauses on Stede’s cock, still in his mouth, and raises an eyebrow down at his first mate. He’s right. Izzy knows what he has to do if he wants to be touched, and he so desperately wants to be touched.
Izzy’s eyes snap closed as he forces himself to lean forward. His tongue presses out and he tastes metal, and starts putting in his best effort to polish the already spotless buckle. There’s no grit of dirt like he’s used to, just the tang of the silver and leather oil when his tongue slides off onto the main body of the shoe. Izzy’s hips shift a little, and he ruts against nothing.
“There we are, that’s a good omega,” Bonnet says, and Izzy is helpless to hold in his moan, pushing forward and licking near the top of the shoe. He wants more. He needs more. He’s a good omega, he can be a good omega, he can. That’s all he wants to be. Good good good.
Izzy nuzzles a little against the inside of Stede’s ankle, and then slides down again, lapping at the buckle and then the tip of the shoe, settling into a comfortable position. Maybe he was wrong. There’s nothing wrong with this. This is what he deserves, where he’s meant to be.
There’s a slurping sound as Ed continues sucking Stede’s cock, and Izzy has to look up and watch, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
“That’s enough, sweetheart,” Bonnet says, and both of the men back off, Izzy sitting up a little on his knees to look up and wait for instruction. The alpha’s hand comes down into his hair and pets a little. Izzy’s eyes slide shut as he leans into it. Everything feels foggy and distant and wonderful.
“Look at him,” Stede comments, and they both gaze upon Izzy, who’s staring up with a blissed out expression. He feels heat rise to his face and turns a little, embarrassed to be so debauched in front of both of these men. It’s easier when Ed just roughs him up, shoves a hand down his pants, and lets him come. This is so much more , and it’s so much harder to deal with.
The hand returns to his hair, and Izzy relaxes a bit more.
“Come up here now, pup,” Bonnet says, and Izzy rises onto shaky legs. Once he’s standing, hands are on him, both of theirs, guiding him to lay down on his stomach on the bed. This is good. This way he can hide his face and still get what he needs, and he doesn’t have to think , and he can bite on the sheets to muffle his sounds. Izzy gets himself comfortable, and lets them part his legs, shivers when he feels hands running up the inside of his thighs.
Fingers wrap around his cock and he whimpers, trying not to rut into it, to show how much he needs it. Something’s shifted, and he doesn’t particularly care whose hands are whose, can’t tell the difference between them except the occasional scrape of callouses against his skin. Stede’s got callouses now too, though, so maybe he can’t tell the difference at all. It’s a little disorienting, in the best way, and helps him sink even deeper. He can trust these alphas to take care of him. He settles down, spreads his legs, and waits to take what they’re going to give to him.
They stroke his cock for a few moments, before shifting backwards, and then two fingers slide into Izzy. It’s not difficult - he’s wet and open and ready - but it still surprises him enough he gasps. He hears a chuckle, Ed’s chuckle, and buries his face in the sheets in front of him.
They press deeper, slowly pumping, punching little gasps out of Izzy everytime they drag over his gspot. They’re Stede’s fingers, he thinks, thick and long and taking him apart expertly. He can’t help but whimper as Stede finds his gspot and starts to relentlessly tease it. He can feel his cock dribbling onto the sheets as they start to milk him.
And Stede doesn’t let up, just rubbing over that spot inside him endlessly, until everything blurs into pleasure and desperation, but Izzy can’t move. He doesn’t know if he can ever move again. He’s so close, but he also knows he won’t come from this, not properly. All Stede’s doing is milking the come out of him without letting him climax. Izzy doesn’t even feel like he can push against it.
“You’re so mean,” says Ed’s voice, and Izzy whines his agreement, only for the both of them to laugh. His face burns red and he presses it down into the mattress, biting the sheets to keep himself silent.
Time fades in and out as Stede just keeps teasing him. It could be two minutes, or an hour, before the alpha finally seems to decide that Izzy’s had enough and draws his fingers out. He hears the fingers get wiped against the sheets, and he waits, either to be told to get out or for a cock to slide into him.
Instead, he’s gently rolled over onto his back. Izzy bites his lip as he looks up at the two of them, and Stede looks so satisfied that it makes Izzy attempt a growl.
“None of that,” Stede admonishes, tutting softly. Izzy grunts softly again, beyond words now. Stede just raises an eyebrow. “How do you feel, pet? We can be done now if you want to.”
Done? No, they can’t be done. Izzy doesn’t want to have to go back to his room and get himself off properly on his own. He doesn’t want to go back to his own room at all, though he knows he’ll be kicked out as soon as they’re done playing with him. He’s just a fun little toy for them, is he? Izzy holds in a distressed sound, but it must show on his face, because Stede’s hands are immediately there, soothing over his thighs and then lifting up to stroke his hair. Izzy wants to glare at him, but he leans into the hands immediately and that sort of ruins the image he’d been intending to give off.
“Little thing seems pretty desperate still,” Ed says with that teasing lilt to his voice that has Izzy blushing harder. He looks up at his captain, hoping he doesn’t look as desperate as he feels. He needs something in him yesterday , and the fact that neither of them is fucking him yet is a travesty. “Might need to fill up his ass as well, don’t you think?”
“Oh, yes, that would be lovely, wouldn’t it?” Stede says, and then his fingers slide back into Izzy’s cunt. He moans, arches his back a little, but after only a few seconds the fingers slide out again. Then they slide lower, and rub around the pucker of Izzy’s ass, and he lets out a high-pitched whine he’d never admit to having come from his mouth. He spreads his legs a little wider, giving permission and begging all at the same time.
Stede presses a little harder, and his index finger sinks in to the first knuckle. Izzy’s rarely had anything there, only a few times when Ed had gotten bored of fucking his cunt, but it feels so fucking good . His cock is dripping now, and when he looks, both alphas are fully hard and looking at him with hungry eyes. He squirms a little, but it’s a good sight. It makes him feel wanted .
“How does that feel, pup?” Stede asks, sinking the slick finger deeper. Izzy groans softly and nods, arching his back to try and get it deeper, push it in further. Stede doesn’t let him have any of that. “Hold his hips for me, darling?”
Ed pushes down Izzy’s hips, holding him immobile while Stede keeps working that single finger in torturously slow. Then Ed leans forward and, without preamble, swallows down Izzy’s cock.
Izzy shouts wordlessly, brain overloaded by the sudden sensation, but he can’t jerk his hips up like he wants to because of Ed’s strong hold. Izzy isn’t weak, but Ed is stronger, always has been, and Izzy’s taken down a notch by how shaky he feels after being teased for so long. He doesn’t stand a chance.
Ed licks and sucks at his cock, not trying to get him to come, but just distracting him while Stede works him open. He gets a second finger inside, and then they both retreat while he gets some oil on them and works a third in. It’s a lot. Probably overkill. Izzy doesn’t need this. He just wants to get fucked already.
“C’mon…” he slurs out, trying and failing to shift his hips again. “Can take it. C’mon.”
Stede tuts, hooking his fingers and driving them right into his prostate. Izzy’s thoughts leave him in a rush, and he only groans. He’s so close, so close.
Ed pulls his mouth off, and Izzy groans, betrayed. He shoots a desperate look at his captain. He’d been right there , why’d he stop?
Ed just grins back at him, and Izzy whines, starting to squirm. He’s been teased for too long. He needs to get fucked. He needs a knot.
“Please,” he starts begging, too far gone to be embarrassed by it. “Please alpha, need alpha, please…”
Ed chuckles softly, and Izzy whines, only to be soothed by Stede’s gentle hand on his thigh. It rubs in small circles for a moment, and his fingers draw out. Stede starts to move.
“You get to pick who fucks your ass, pet,” Stede says, and the vulgar words sound so bloody normal coming out of his mouth, it’s almost infuriating. He shouldn’t be able to do that.
Izzy’s head lolls to the side, and he looks at Ed. That’s enough for them, because Stede is moving, laying on his back and helping Izzy up. Izzy’s limbs are barely enough to carry himself, so he lets the alphas arrange him, sort him out until he feels the press of a cock at his cunt. He wriggles a little, trying his hardest to push back onto it, to get situated.
Izzy whines desperately, and then Stede’s cock is pushing into his cunt, pushing away all his thoughts along with it. Stede is bloody huge , filling him up just right, stretching his insides. He’s being split open, gutted, destroyed. Finally he reaches the end of it, settling down over Stede’s hips. His cock is in Izzy’s throat .
“That good, pup?” Stede asks, arms wrapped loosely around Izzy, and it’s all he can do to moan and nod against his neck. He buries his face there, hiding, as Stede gives him time to adjust. Stede’s scent is just as contradictory as the man himself - florals, ocean breeze, heavy wood. Undeniably alpha despite its softer notes. Izzy wants to drown in it.
Then a second pair of hands - Ed Ed Ed Ed Ed - take hold of his hips, and they slowly shift him up and down, and Izzy keens. It’s so much, it’s too much, and the stretch in his ass reminds him he’s going to get even more. He knows he’s drooling but he doesn’t care.
Ed works him gently up and down, up and down, just an inch or so at a time, rocking Stede’s cock deep within him. Izzy whimpers, trying to help with his own movements on his knees, though he’s not able to do much of anything. He feels so utterly helpless, and that only makes him harder. His cock is trapped between them and the friction isn’t enough and it’s entirely maddening.
Izzy’s boneless and feeling completely destroyed by the time Ed releases his hips and moves behind him. There’s probing fingers at his ass, and then Ed’s familiar cock presses against his pucker. He can’t help but tighten, instincts telling him too full too full too full , but Ed pushes forward and the head of his cock fills Izzy up and Izzy’s back arches and he wails.
Izzy half whites out, barely comprehending anything as Ed pushes into him. Both of their hands are all over him, and Stede’s come up to cup his cheeks. Izzy realises he’s been staring forward at nothing, out of it. Stede’s saying something, and Izzy slowly blinks down at him.
“-okay, love? Are you with us?” Izzy slowly nods, trying his best to relax. He rocks back a little, and gasps, his eyes crossing. “Too much?”
Even though it really feels like it is, Izzy shakes his head, hands on Stede’s chest. He squeezes a little, trying to center himself against something solid.
Ed presses up against his back, doing the trick perfectly. His long hair falls over Izzy’s shoulder, beard scratching at his shoulder. Izzy shivers.
“You’re doing great,” Ed tells him softly. He’s never been this soft before. It’s… nice. A nice change from the cruelty Izzy’s always begged for. Maybe - just maybe - Stede has a point. Being treated like this feels good. “Taking us so well. Gonna fill you up so good.”
Ed keeps murmuring praise and promises, and eventually Izzy gets his body to relax. He nods a little, and leans over Stede again, collapsing on top of him. “Move,” Izzy says, barely above a whisper. He feels Stede nod.
They start slow, Ed just rocking in and out of him while Stede stays still. He’s never felt so full, so completely and utterly owned , totally at the whim of both alphas. His omega instincts are singing with it, and he gives into them, moaning brokenly as he buries his face into Stede’s neck.
Every time Ed thrusts into him, his cock drags across Izzy’s prostate, and pushes against his gspot from the other side, and Izzy doesn’t know how anything can possibly feel better than this. He doesn’t care that nobody’s touched his dick in ages, he doesn’t care that it’s slow, he doesn’t care about anything but the dicks filling him up to the brim.
Stede starts to move. Slow thrusts up, just enough to punch a gasp out of Izzy every time. And Ed starts to thrust a little faster, a little harder. Izzy’s head lolls to the side, mouth open, drooling on Stede’s shoulder. Fingers wind into his hair, and squeeze into a fist, pulling just hard enough for him to clench. Both alphas moan.
It’s a blur after that. They fuck him, and he takes it, and everything feels so good he can’t comprehend it. He can hear - or feel, in Stede’s case, through the vibrations in his chest - that they’re talking occasionally, but the words mean nothing to him. He holds onto Stede’s shoulders for dear life and takes .
Everything accelerates when Ed starts fucking into him faster, chasing his orgasm, his knot starting to press against Izzy’s hole. Stede, fucking deeper but barely moving, is also getting close to a knot. Instead of forming outside and threatening to push in, Stede’s knot grows inside Izzy, big enough it hurts, perfectly filling him up. Izzy’s sure he’s come at some point, but it barely feels different, the overstimulation setting in and just feeling like he’s coming nonstop.
Stede’s knot locks in him, and Izzy feels him start to come. It pushes Ed out of him, reaching the limits of his body, and a moment later there’s a splash of come over his ass as he’s sure Ed has jerked himself off on him. Izzy milks Stede’s knot, wanting to get every last drop from him that he’s able to. He’s a little disappointed that Ed didn’t knot him as well, though he knows he’ll be grateful for it later. Either way, he’s going to be feeling this for days .
The thought kicks a purr up in his chest, and before he can think to stop it he knows the alphas notice. They hold him a little tighter, and Stede even has the audacity to coo a little. Normally Izzy would complain, might even growl or try to get away, but for now he just presses his face deeper into Stede’s neck.
“So good for us,” Stede is saying when Izzy comes back to his senses enough to understand him. “Our perfect omega. Taking us so well.” He shifts, and the knot tugs just enough that Izzy sees stars all over again.
Izzy whines and shuts his eyes tight, trying to keep himself still. It’s a big knot, definitely the biggest he’s ever taken, not that that’s a very long list. Probably the biggest he’s ever seen at all. If being an alpha was just about knots, Stede would have every one of them beat.
Ed comes back with some sort of soft fabric that he uses to wipe the come and oil off of Izzy’s ass, as gentle as he can be, before he starts to settle in next to them. Izzy lifts up his head and shifts as much as he can so he can press his face into Ed’s chest instead, inhaling the beautiful leather, wood, and ocean scent that’s so familiar to him. Despite their different main notes, the undertones of Stede and Ed’s scents are very similar.
Ed’s hand comes up to push through Izzy’s hair, a comforting motion that has the omega melting. It’s so nice, being like this, between the two alphas and full of come and knot. Part of Izzy, the part that he usually pushes down at all costs, wishes he could stay like this forever.
“Sleep, little omega,” Ed murmurs, still petting his hair.
It’s not an order, but Izzy takes it as one, and drifts off almost immediately.