Chapter 1: .day 1: cum kink, spit kink and double penetration
Summary:
"Oh, you like the sound of that, love?" The sound of skin slapping against each other was filthy, only less obscene than the wet sound Simon's pussy made whenever he moved, and John felt an unbearable urge to record it for himself, to listen to during the nights when he only had a helping hand to relieve himself. "Do you like the idea of us cumming deep in your little holes, like the idea of us stuffing you with cum until you're swollen?"
Notes:
.and this is day 1.
today's themes are cum!kink, spit!kink, and double penetration.
additional tags: bottom!ghost, top!nikolai, top!price, dirty talk, trans!ghost, dacryphilia, overstimulation.enjoy :)
Chapter Text
Simon “Ghost” Riley had a secret. A sweet, lovely secret, hidden behind layers of clothing and sealed off from the world between his legs.
A cherished, protected secret, a secret only John and Nikolai knew.
Simon's pussy was a thing too beautiful for someone his size. A blessed little thing, surrounded by gorgeous blond curls, the pale skin flushed a lovely shade of pink, the same shade as his happy nipples. It was sensitive, with a clit plump from years of testosterone, and a little hole that turned filthy wet with the slightest touch.
Absolutely perfect, literally a treasure.
Something worthy of kneeling and worshipping. John had done it, suffered through a long time on his old knees as he worshipped his lieutenant, pleasuring him with his mouth and fingers until he could barely think, softening that sweet pussy to the point of tears and then doing the same to his hole, until the entire intimate space was a sensitive, wet mess.
Nikolai had him on his lap, holding him in place. Simon's strong, powerful legs were draped over his elbows. His hands were braced on the back of the lieutenant's head, practically bending him in half and giving John and his hungry tongue easy access.
The sounds of pleasure were intense, little whimpers drawn out and trembling, which only became more frantic as John helped Nikolai slide inside, thrusting him deep into Simon's ass, forcing his supple hole to take every inch and laughing when it made his pussy shudder with an orgasm. Luckily for their relationship, Nikolai would gladly accept any chance to fuck that tight, needy ass, which made every moment of intimacy between the three of them much more peaceful. With no arguments over who got what, their preferences could coexist harmoniously.
In short: that treasure trove of pussy was his and his alone to fuck.
John liked to let Nikolai go first, let him fill Simon to the brim with the monster he carried between his legs — which John had already tasted a few times, but not without damage — before pursuing his own pleasure.
He liked how unbearably tight Simon was, liked how he could feel those fragile walls struggling to accommodate him, even though he was already so full.
It was heaven on earth, the only thing that kept him going even on his most miserable days.
"Open your mouth for me, son," he heard himself say somewhere between Simon's second and third orgasms, his cock buried deep inside that pussy. Even though he could barely keep his eyes open, his good boy obeyed, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. John smiled in satisfaction, using his grip on Simon's chin to keep him still, and he leaned in close enough to spit a thick glob of saliva onto that little pink tongue.
Immediately, as soon as the saliva touched his tongue, Simon closed his mouth and swallowed, letting out the sweetest whimper, his lovely pussy contracting around John, who moaned.
"Good boy, again."
Simon opened his mouth again, and John repeated the action, eliciting the exact same reaction. It was so good that he had to hold back to keep from losing control of his body and breaking the slow rhythm he'd imposed.
Instead, he decided to pull away, pulling his cock out of that inviting heat, ignoring the way it made Simon whimper. He needed time to breathe, to avoid giving in to his basest needs and ending a fun that had the potential to last all night too soon. But he wasn't a monster, so he let his fingers trail down to wrap around a small shaft, stroking it carefully and smiling when it made Simon cry out, writhing for a few seconds before spilling himself once more, much to Nikolai's delight.
"Keep making him come like that, Captain. I love how he squeezes me." The huskiness in Nikolai's voice sent a heat through John's body, and he had to hold back a moan, letting Simon take care of the sound effects of the fuck.
And he didn't disappoint, letting a high-pitched whimper echo through the room before his labored breathing took over, the poor boy looking on the verge of tears.
"Sir…"
"Shh, it's okay, little soldier, it's okay." While the thought of Simon crying into his cock was all too inviting, there was also a burning desire in him to take care of this abused man. So, with a touch to his face, John encouraged him to calm down. "We've got you now, no need to cry." A shift of his hips, and he was inside his again, sliding past those tight, wonderfully perfect walls.
However, it had the opposite effect of what he expected, because as soon as John slid inside, Simon's little whimpers evolved into sobs, tears shining in his eyes for a few seconds before streaming down his cheeks.
"Sir, I'm... so full, I feel so full." His hands — which had been obediently hanging around his body — moved to rest on John's chest, clearly unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
"I bet so, little soldier. Does it feel good?" A short movement of his hips, just enough to calm the hunger raging in him, but enough to draw a few more tears from Simon, who even tried to answer, but to no avail.
"I think that is a yes, Captain." Nikolai took over, answering for him, and this time it was John himself who trembled at the sound of his voice.
"Then I think we'd better continue then."
It wasn't a question.
Slowly, John withdrew completely, only to thrust back in with a strong thrust, repeating until he established a new rhythm. Behind Simon, Nikolai groaned in satisfaction, throwing his head back as relief washed over him.
John knew the Russian well enough to know that the slow, gentle fucking from before didn't do much for him beyond a light massage. He needed this — a strong rhythm — and John was more than happy to oblige.
"Beautiful thing, taking our cocks so well…" A moan, and then a whimper, Simon's hands clawing at his chest.
"Sir—"
"You feel so good around me, little soldier, such a perfect little hole, fuck." God , he was all goosebumps. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end with the jolts of pleasure. "Getting us all worked up, you're going to make us come so bloody hard."
"John!"
"Oh, you like the sound of that, love?" The sound of skin slapping against each other was filthy, only less obscene than the wet sound Simon's pussy made whenever he moved, and John felt an unbearable urge to record it for himself, to listen to during the nights when he only had a helping hand to relieve himself. "Do you like the idea of us cumming deep in your little holes, like the idea of us stuffing you with cum until you're swollen?"
Simon didn't answer, too busy moaning loudly, but there was no need, not when his hole chewed him even hungrily, contracting as if trying to extract all the cum from his balls.
A little slut for cum, that lieutenant of his. He craved it like a vampire craved blood, always ready to kneel and take whatever he could get, no matter where or how.
A truly lovely thing.
"Fuck, open your mouth for me." His mouth was already pooling with saliva even before he commanded, his hand lifting slightly so he could use his thumb to pull Simon's lower lip down, exposing a row of slightly crooked teeth, before a pink tongue covered them. "Don't swallow," he warned, knowing full well that was Simon's first instinct.
Letting a little more saliva build up, he mimicked the movement from minutes ago and spat into Simon's mouth, who moaned breathlessly as John's taste flooded his palate. John braced himself, ready to do it again, only to be pulled into a kiss by Nikolai.
He felt a shiver run through his body as the Russian devoured his mouth, right there, over Simon's shoulder. Distracted as he was, he only realized Nikolai's intention when the russian pulled away to spit into his mouth, just as he had done to Simon.
"Give it to him."
John could do it.
Grunting, he felt his hips jerk, unable to contain himself, as he arched over Simon again. It took a few seconds, but finally, he managed to focus enough to let Nikolai's saliva drip into Simon's mouth.
As soon as he did, Simon clenched around him like a fucking vice, letting out small, desperate moans as he begged John with his eyes to let him swallow, and who was he to deny a request like that?
"Swallow."
The effect was immediate.
As soon as Simon's mouth closed, he was moaning, his entire body spasming violently as he came for the third (fourth, fifth? John had lost count) time, and not in his wildest dreams could John resist the way that pussy milked him.
With a grunt, he was coming too, so hard his vision went black, Simon's pussy twitching as he spilled a nice, fat load inside his.
He was almost ready to enjoy his post-orgasm before a shove on his shoulder sent him staggering back.
"What?"
Nikolai didn't even bother to look at him, adjusting Simon's dead weight on his lap before starting to fuck him. The man sighed in relief once he managed to establish a frenetic rhythm, using the strength of his arms to hold Simon still while his hips moved, drilling Simon's asshole until the russian was moaning.
Well, so be it.
Less irritated than he appeared, John allowed himself to watch — his cock hanging limp between his legs — Simon scream and moan as he was fucked within an inch of his life, his pussy drooling cum as his hole was used.
It was a beautiful sight… A shame it didn't last long. A few minutes passed, and soon Nikolai was letting out a snort of pleasure as he came deep inside Simon's ass, copying John by giving the lieutenant a good load.
"Fuck, that is... that is what feels good..."
After that, Nikolai went limp. Slowly, he let Simon's legs drop, deciding to hold him in place by the waist instead. Simon just sighed, clearly exhausted, and John moved between his legs again, his cock already wanting to show signs of another round in the near future.
"Good soldier, son." John let his fingers wander between the swollen folds, stroking Simon's cock quickly, just to watch him twitch in overstimulation, before scooping up some of the cum dripping from his pussy and bringing it to his mouth. "Your reward."
And of course, the little slut drank it all, doe eyes staring intently as John fedhis the mixture of their cum, until there was nothing left and that fleshy little treasure was glistening with sticky saliva, ready for him.
As it should be.
Chapter 2: day 2: piss!kink, spanking, cockwarming, overstimulation
Summary:
The effort made the muscles in his arms tremble, his labored breathing not helping, muscular fatigue threatening to make him lose his strength, but he wouldn't stop — not until he managed to dump another load into his toy, at least.
"Pissing on my dick, fuck, baby, do you have any idea what a hole you got yourself in?" His eyes could barely stay open; they wanted to roll back in their sockets. "Do you have any idea that now you will not even be able to pee in peace anymore? That even your damn piss will be my property?"
Notes:
.and this is day 2.
today's themes are piss!kink, spanking, cockwarming, overstimulation.
additional tags: bottom!ghost, top!nikolai, dirty talk, trans!ghost, dacryphilia, midly dubcon.enjoy :)
Chapter Text
"Five." Simon's voice rang out, stuttered and shaky, accompanied by the loud crack of a slap.
Nikolai hummed in delight, quickly circling the pussy he'd just hit to ease the burning sensation before repeating the action once more.
"Six." And Simon whimpered again, writhing a little, but keeping his legs obediently spread.
The pussy around his cock twitched as he slammed it in again, and this time Simon took a few more seconds to count, due to his labored breathing.
"Seven..."
The poor thing must have been exhausted, his legs weak from spending the last few minutes fucking himself on Nikolai's cock, squeezing orgasm after orgasm out of himself to the point where he couldn't move without feeling his pussy burn, only to be fucked some more until Nikolai came deep inside him. At the moment, Simon was warming him up, keeping Nikolai's spent cock warm and comfortable, like a good little doll, prevented by the hand on his waist from escaping the feeling of fullness, forced to stay still as Nikolai landed slap after slap on his sensitive pussy, coloring the pink skin a beautiful shade of red.
Nikolai could feel the slick sticking to his palm, Simon's pussy sticky with cum, filthy. This only made the slaps even more stinging, the sound of wet skin slapping loud in the dark room. It was music to his ears, especially considering the accompaniment of Simon's whimpers.
That was one adorable thing about the lieutenant: he was a whiny little slut, barely able to take the slightest provocation before bursting into tears, and it was so sweet to watch this dangerous soldier lose control of his emotions and cry.
"Eight...Sir, please." His call was low, gentle, and undemanding.
"Say it, doll." The nickname made Simon shiver, which made Nikolai smile, pausing slightly to circle his plump clit gently.
"It hurts…" Just a small, whispered, prayerful complaint. It might hurt, but Nikolai knew Simon enjoyed the pain, that he didn't want it to stop, not really.
"It hurts, little lamb? What hurts?" And like a good sadist, Nikolai played along with him, landing another stinging slap on his swollen clit, laughing when it made Simon shiver. "This? Is this what hurts?"
"Sir!" Another grunt, another whimper, and Nikolai felt generous for actually waiting while Simon got his head together long enough to remember to yell a sulky "Nine!"
"I am so bad, huh, little lamb?" Irony, as he delivered another rough slap, and another, and another, laughing as he watched Simon struggle to keep up, his composure cracking. "Hurting you so much, and why, huh? Can you tell me?"
"I... you..." Another slap, hitting the underside of that perky clit, and Simon was crying, his voice muffled by sobs as he screamed. "Thirteen!"
"Come on, Simon, answer me." Another slap, and another, and another, in quick succession, his free hand holding Simon in place before he fell from the writhing. "Come on, use your words, Simon! Tell me, why am I hurting you?"
"Because you want to, sir!"
More slaps, too fast for Simon to count, more sobs, a hoarse scream, and then Simon was hiding his face in his hands as his body gave way to the pain and he pissed, right there, right in Nikolai's lap, with Nikolai’s cock still deep in his pussy.
As soon as Nikolai saw the first spurt, he held Simon's legs open with both hands, preventing him from closing them. Quiet and amused, he watched intently, practically drooling. This was new, something undiscussed, but God, hadn't he loved it so fucking much?
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, I…"
"Shh, shh, fuck, little lamb, it's okay, it's okay. Do not apologize, lamb, you were wonderful, fucking perfect, my good girl." The excitement hit him so hard that Nikolai felt dizzy, and he couldn't have stopped his cock from getting hard even if he really wanted to. Simon, his resilient boy, literally pissed himself with just a few swats. How could Nikolai be normal after that?
He looked like he'd been struck by lightning, his hair standing on end, his mind electric. He barely thought twice before flipping Simon over so he could fall face-first onto the bed, much less pay attention to the way he whimpered in pain when Nikolai fucked him again.
He was covered in goosebumps, aroused like he hadn't been in a long time, his entire body burning with pleasure as he fucked his boy's already battered pussy. The slide was even filthier, the wet sound of piss and lube so obscene it would make even the most perverted soldier blush with embarrassment.
His hands had an iron grip on those wide hips, pulling Simon against his thrusts, preventing him from escaping. Not that it was necessary, since his boy no longer had the strength to do nothing but cry, his entire body trembling — poor thing.
"Fuck, doll, you do not, fuck—" Shit, Nikolai wasn't used to getting hard so quickly after an orgasm. Normally, it took him a good hour to get going again. His hips spasmed, trying to escape the pleasure that bordered on pain, but he couldn't stop. "You have no idea what you do to me, lamb. You will drive me crazy."
The effort made the muscles in his arms tremble, his labored breathing not helping, muscular fatigue threatening to make him lose his strength, but he wouldn't stop — not until he managed to dump another load into his toy, at least.
"Pissing on my dick, fuck, baby, do you have any idea what a hole you got yourself in?" His eyes could barely stay open; they wanted to roll back in their sockets. "Do you have any idea that now you will not even be able to pee in peace anymore? That even your damn piss will be my property?"
"Nikolai!"
"Shut up, shut the fuck up." He slapped that pert ass again, hard enough to be a punch, before wrapping his fingers in Simon's short hair and pushing him face-first onto the bed. "I will not even let you pee again without begging for it, baby. I will make you beg for the measly right to relieve yourself."
Simon groaned at that, but Nikolai ignored him, bracing his other hand on the bed for support as he thrust hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall.
He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm blossoming, hurting. He wasn't a huge fan of it, not as much as Simon was, but he couldn't deny it felt fucking good. "Do you realize you will have to humiliate yourself for something even dogs do without permission? Do you realize that fucking animal has more control over its own body than you? You fucking little bitch." Another thrust, another snap of his hips against Simon's ass, and the lieutenant was screaming.
Nikolai felt that pussy squeeze him so hard he went dizzy. Simon's scream cut off by a desperate gasp before he trembled all over, and Nikolai felt wetness gushing against him, Simon’s pussy milking him like a vise as the lieutenant squirted on his fucking cock.
Fucking hell. His own orgasm hit him so hard that Nikolai was blinded for a few seconds, eyes rolling back behind his lids as pleasure overwhelmed his body. It hurt, it hurt like hell, but there was something so good about it that he couldn't help but moan, his head spinning as he released a thick load inside his girl.
His orgasm seemed to last for ages, and he stayed deep the entire time, grinding his hips against Simon's pussy until the pleasure left him alone and he could breathe deeply without moaning.
Slowly, he straightened, hearing his back creak, before letting his cock slip out of the lieutenant. Simon, as soon as nothing was holding him in place, fell facedown on the bed, crying softly and moaning.
Despite his trembling legs, Nikolai managed to lie back down on the bed and used the last of his strength to pull Simon against him. Simon went, like a good boy, hiding his face in Nikolai's neck as he cried, and the russian let him vent.
Shit, they were definitely going to do this again.
Chapter 3: day 3: edging, lingerie, praise!kink, dacryphilia, body!worship, tender/soft sex
Summary:
The hole around his fingers was tight as a vice, contracting as if begging Nikolai to never stop, to keep going deeper and deeper. The rim was tinged red, sensitive from where Nikolai had spent a good few minutes sucking and biting before opening it with his fingers.
If he positioned his fingers at a good angle, he could poke Simon's prostate. That action always resulted in the cutest little moan and a valiant twitch of his cock.
His poor cock, a pretty little thing, was almost purple with excitement. They'd been there for so long, and Simon hadn't come once, even though he'd nearly gotten there so many times.
Notes:
.and this is day 3.
today's themes are edging, lingerie, praise!kink, dacryphilia, body!worship, tender/soft sex
additional tags: bottom!ghost, top!nikolai, dirty talk, fingering, feminization, crossdressingenjoy :)
Chapter Text
"Shhh, it is okay, sweetheart, you can do it…" Nikolai's voice was soft — as soft as a russian who smoked more than a train could sound — as he murmured, making sure to say everything slowly so Simon's fucked-up brain could understand.
His little girl looked beautiful. His pale skin, tinted red from where Nikolai had abused it while they kissed; his blond hair, grown in beautiful curls, fanned out around his head like an angel's dawn; the baby blue lingerie, which hugged his muscular figure and accentuated his pretty brown eyes.
Gorgeous, his little girl was stunning, Nikolai's perfect little doll.
He had already lost track of time. It was already dark outside, with the yellow light from the lamp beside the bed the only thing illuminating them. His knees ached from kneeling between his girl's legs for so long, but it was easy to ignore the pain and focus on the feast before him.
His right wrist ached, his fingers wrinkled from being damp for so long. However, the discomfort was easy to overlook when considering the entire situation.
The hole around his fingers was tight as a vice, contracting as if begging Nikolai to never stop, to keep going deeper and deeper. The rim was tinged red, sensitive from where Nikolai had spent a good few minutes sucking and biting before opening it with his fingers.
If he positioned his fingers at a good angle, he could poke Simon's prostate. That action always resulted in the cutest little moan and a valiant twitch of his cock.
His poor cock, a pretty little thing, was almost purple with excitement. They'd been there for so long, and Simon hadn't come once, even though he'd nearly gotten there so many times.
"Sir…" Simon tried to call out, but his words were cut off by a whimper as Nikolai poked his prostate again, drawing another jet of pre-cum from his cock.
"Shhh, my love, shhh…" He kept his touch there, circling that little spot, just to watch Simon's cock struggle valiantly, adding to the mess in his panties, already filthy from where Nikolai had spent a good few minutes sucking him through the fabric. "You are doing so well, just little more."
"Sir, I… I don't…" Poor boy. He could barely speak without moaning, his hoarse voice sounding broken and utterly pathetic. "I can't, I can't, it's too much." The way he cried… Fuck .
"You can, my love, you are always so good to me." His other hand went to caress that beautiful body, soothing the muscles in his core and thighs that wouldn't stop trembling, exhausted from the effort of holding themselves in place. "My beautiful little doll, my little princess."
"Sir." Simon's entire body trembled as his cries grew louder, and Nikolai stopped moving his fingers, knowing Simon was close to coming again.
That decision drew a miserable cry from his boy, who writhed slightly, lifting his hips in search of the orgasm he had so cruelly wrested from him.
"Nikolai!"
"Shh, doll, shhh…" He pulled his fingers out of Simon's ass, but just so he could hold Simon's hips in place, preventing him from continuing his humping movements. "Relax, relax, shhhh, shh…" He let Simon struggle for a few seconds until his orgasm subsided and he fell back onto the bed again, this time crying relentlessly.
"Enough of this, please, enough, enough," he begged, his voice choked with tears, his hands moving to hold Nikolai's hands on his hips. "Lord, please, please, I can't take it anymore, it hurts, it hurts so much, please."
Nikolai let him cry for a few seconds, watching and studying him. He knew Simon could take more — he was a resilient boy, after all — but at the same time, he was feeling generous enough to decide that was enough.
"It's okay, doll, it's okay, it's over, it's over." He climbed onto the bed, going to sit next to Simon's prone form — and his knees thanked him for the change, creaking as he got up — who grabbed him as if Nikolai were his lifeline, crawling onto his lap.
Nikolai took him into his arms, pulling Simon to sit with his back against his chest. One of his hands snaked around to cup Simon's bulge over his panties, cradling it in his hand, while the other went to cup Simon's chin, holding it so that Simon's head was bowed. "Eyes on my hand, doll, I want you watch while your naughty little dick makes a mess on your panties."
Slowly, he began to massage Simon's cock through his panties, feeling it up. Simon, like a good girl, kept his eyes open, moaning softly, looking absolutely relieved now that he knew his next orgasm wouldn't be denied.
"Sir…"
"See, baby? Look how hard you are for me…" He showed Simon the way his cock stretched the fabric of his panties. He chuckled softly when it made it drool a little more, a drop of precum seeping through the flimsy fabric before breaking and joining the rest of the mess. "Such naughty girl, you like that, baby doll? It feels good when I put you in these cute little clothes?"
"I... I feel good." He nodded, his trembling hands moving to grip Nikolai's arms, not in an attempt to make him move, but more like an anchor, seeking support.
"Do you feel pretty, my love?" He nodded, and Nikolai rewarded him with a few more squeezes of his erection. "да? You like feeling pretty, little lamb? You like looking pretty for your man?" That made Simon whimper, before he spread his legs a little wider, as if giving Nikolai more access to touch him.
Good girl.
"I like it, I like it so much…" He was moaning loudly, high-pitched sounds interrupted by whimpers whenever Nikolai moved his hand in a specific way.
With Simon's pent-up state, it wouldn't be long before he reached his limit, so Nikolai decided to increase the pace, groping Simon until his legs were shaking.
"Sir, please, please, I'm gonna—" He tried to say, but was cut off by a moan as Nikolai pressed the heel of his hand hard against the head of Simon’s cock.
"Are you going to cum, baby doll? Are you going to cum for your man?" He nodded weakly, and Nikolai felt the cock beneath his hand begin to throb. "Okay then, baby doll, cum for me, make a mess."
Nikolai didn't need to repeat. Not a second later, Simon was coming, his entire body spasming as he spilled himself into his panties, finishing ruining them. Nikolai watched every second, moaning as the cum leaked out and ran down toward Simon's balls, before being absorbed by the thin fabric.
He stimulated Simon until he finished coming, and when he did, Nikolai released his cock, letting it slacken in his mess. Nikolai brought his free hand to his boyfriend's stomach, soothing the muscles in his abdomen that continued to spasm, while pressing two fingers of his other hand into Simon's mouth, giving him something to suck on as he came down.
"Good girl, sweetheart. Good girl…"
Chapter 4: .day 4: shibari, gangbang, daddy!kink, omegaverse, power imbalance
Summary:
The shame he'd so boasted about not feeling hit him like a punch every time the sound of his swollen hole contracting sounded, loud and filthy from the lubricant Soap had so generously poured over it, the wet pop echoing through the small office. He mentally thanked his office for being one of the furthest away, or else everyone would have heard how obscene his edge sounded. It hurt, a dull, deep ache from where his body wasn't made to receive something so large, but the pleasure was strong enough to override it.
Notes:
.and this is day 4.
today's themes are shibari, gangbang, daddy!kink, omegaverse, power imbalance.
additional tags: bottom!ghost, top!soap, top!price, top!gaz, alpha x alpha, dacryphilia, slightly dubcon, objetification.enjoy :)
Chapter Text
Ghost wasn't one to feel shame.
When you were in the army, you either got used to being embarrassed — because, inevitably, you would be — or you suffered. That was it, a simple reality. And a choice Ghost had already made long ago.
So if it were for Ghost to say, he would have thought of himself as "shameless." Nothing anyone could do to him could bring that feeling of embarrassment. Nothing they did to him would make him nervous, with that bad feeling in his stomach.
That's what he thought, at least.
Because, there, inside his own office, all he felt was shame .
Price held him up in a full nelson, hands on the back of his neck, pushing his head down, forcing him to watch his fat cock drip uselessly between his legs as Gaz fucked him slowly, opening him up..
The shame he'd so boasted about not feeling hit him like a punch every time the sound of his swollen hole contracting sounded, loud and filthy from the lubricant Soap had so generously poured over it, the wet pop echoing through the small office. He mentally thanked his office for being one of the furthest away, or else everyone would have heard how obscene his edge sounded. It hurt, a dull, deep ache from where his body wasn't made to receive something so large, but the pleasure was strong enough to override it.
He was drooling, he could feel it, from where the black rope was clamped behind his teeth, preventing him from doing anything but whimper and moan, the sensation of his teeth clamped into the resistant fabric easing his alpha fury at doing something so degrading.
If he had the chance, he would have ended it all, freed himself from everyone, and gone away. Unfortunately for him, they had already done this to him enough to take precautions. The rope binding him was strong, thick, and sturdy, wrapping around his body and holding him with his hands in front of him, his fist clenched tightly in the noose around his neck.
Completely immobilized, unable to escape, that was how he was, forced to stay in place and resist as he was fucked to the point of madness.
His cock ached, burning from where it stretched erect between his legs. Despite the shame that plagued him, that traitorous thing was furiously hard, drooling a puddle on his abdomen, twitching and spasming every time someone's cock dragged against his prostate.
He'd already lost track of time, lost track of how many loads they'd dumped in him, but from the way his hole was nasty, he knew for sure it had been a lot.
It was part of the game: only to end when everyone was satisfied, which sucks, considering Soap and Gaz were young alphas and, therefore, very vigorous. Ghost himself would have finished after busting his first knot, and he wasn't even in his forties yet.
God , he wanted to cry so badly. He wasn't sure if he already was or not. It was hard to concentrate on whether or not there were tears in his eyes when he could barely breathe . Gaz shifted the angle of his hips slightly, making his cock hit Ghost's prostate perfectly, and the way his dick twitched in excitement made him black out for a second.
"Keep the angle, Kyle, you hit somethin’ good." Of course, the captain had noticed; he always did. A bastard, he was. A bastard who could read Ghost like no one else, a bastard who knew what a prostate slut he was.
"Yes, Captain," Gaz replied, using his grip on Ghost's thighs to steady himself and repeating the motion over and over, until Ghost was screaming.
God , he was going to die . The raw pleasure was almost painful; it was so intense, and the spasms that racked his body were so strong that Price had to steady his position or he would fall to the floor.
"Look how he's shaking, Daddy." Soap, the little shit, muttered with a chuckle from where he sat next to Price on the couch.
Ghost would choke him if he could. A fucking tease, a fucking brat who liked to take advantage of the few moments someone else was in trouble in his place to unleash his terror. He knew all too well what that nickname did to Price, so much so that he laughed audibly when the pack’s alpha grunted, adjusting his grip on Ghost.
"Don't tease Daddy, Soap." That was why Gaz was his favorite. He murmured, chuckling, pausing the painful massage of Ghost's prostate long enough for him to breathe without choking. "Or he'll lose his temper, and then we'll both have to wait for him to finish with Ghost before we can continue, and I'm still not satisfied."
Just thinking about it made Ghost's entire body shiver. Where Gaz and Soap had unwavering fire but the stamina of a limping dog, Price was the complete opposite. That was why he always came last, because it took him ages to come, and when he did, his knot stayed there, swollen and taking up space, for minutes.
Ghost could only be thankful Nikolai was off base, or else he'd have to worry about it twice, since the russian wasn't different.
God , just thinking about him made Ghost's cock jump. It was a poorly kept secret that Nikolai was Ghost's weak spot. The only one who could truly make the lieutenant melt. With him there, despite being more strenuous, the "bonding team" session, as Soap — the bastard — liked to call it, went much more smoothly.
This time, when tears flooded his eyes, Ghost felt them perfectly well. Shit , he wanted Nikolai there too, wanted his entire pack around him, wanted those bastards to finish off his exhausted body. But, primarily, he wanted to come.
He flailed his hands in a failed attempt to touch his own ignored cock, but his bound wrists prevented it. It burned, throbbing and begging for touch, and he would kill for a pussy to thrust into, kill someone to be able to knot a warm hole, just like they were all doing to his.
It was unfair. Ghost was Price's best boy, the one who gave him the least amount of work. Why did everyone get to cum in his ass while he stood there, ignored?
"He's getting impatient, Captain." It was Gaz who pointed it out, which only served to confirm to Ghost that he was his favorite. The alpha's pace was slow, clearly too sensitive to go any faster than that, but that didn't stop him as Ghost felt a ghost of a knot threatening to swell at his rim. "I think he wants us to touch his dick." Yes, please!
"Not yet, Kyle." Price's tone left no room for argument, and it made Ghost cry out in response.
Despite being a prostate slut, he couldn't come without something warm around his cock, no matter how hard he tried. Being so close to the edge, without relief, for so long, was absolutely maddening. "But, Daddy, he seems to want it so badly…" Ghost was even surprised when it was Soap who defended him, turning his eyes just enough to glance at the younger alpha out of the corner of his eye. The alpha looked satisfied, clearly content after having climaxed several times. "Let us relieve him too, he deserves it…" If Soap could convince Price, he would have the privilege of getting back in his good graces.
"I said no, Mactavish." And all Ghost's hopes died right there. Using last names? Yeah, Ghost was going to see the return of Christ before he could climax.
The sob that interrupted him was brutal, strong enough to make his entire body shake. He was tired, his body aching, but he would have to wait for everyone to relieve themselves before he could relax; he would have to endure it all like a good little soldier .
"Daddy…" Kyle whimpered, and Ghost felt, even with the rim numb from so much stimulation, his knot swell, threatening to burst. He had a fetish for disgusting crying, that sergeant. He could get wet like a virgin just from watching someone cry on his cock.
Two more thrusts, and Kyle's knot was swelling, trapping Ghost as the sergeant spilled another thick load inside him, adding more cum to the mess painting Ghost's insides.
The feeling of fullness made the older alpha grunt, closing his eyes. His cock gave a powerful lurch, but that was it.
The room went quiet as Gaz came down from the edge, the only sound being Ghost's labored breaths and sobs. It wasn't long, however, before Gaz pulled away, his knot unable to last more than a few minutes after being blown so many times.
When he pulled out, Ghost felt a clear stream of cum begin to ooze out, threatening to stain his couch, before Soap bent down to lick a thick stripe over his hole — little cumslut.
"Help me in, Soap." A clear order that didn't need repeating. Slowly, Soap wrapped his fingers around the captain's cock, which hung uselessly between his legs, and pressed the tip against Ghost's hole, helping Price enter.
As soon as the monstrous thing slid inside him, Ghost cried out, his eyes rolling back. God , how Price could think when he was excited was a mystery. It was impossible for that thing not to consume all his blood whenever it got hard.
As if coming home, Price slid inside in a single thrust, and the alpha's groan of relief made Ghost's skin crawl.
"Take a deep breath, boy." That was all the warning Ghost received.
Without waiting, Price developed a rapid rhythm. Strong arms held Ghost in place while his hips rose and fell, fucking his lieutenant hard until he was shaking and moaning. With the angle, Price was able to hit Ghost's prostate almost 100% of the time, and the pleasure that hit him was so intense that he passed out for a few minutes.
When he could gather his wits, Ghost heard Price roar behind him, his strong body tensing behind Ghost as his massive knot clamped against his rim, locking them together for the next half hour.
As soon as Ghost felt the first spurts of cum filling him, he became frantic. He struggled to flail his arms and move his head, desperately trying to draw their attention to his cock. They'd used him to the point where Ghost could barely stay awake, only to ignore his aching cock and leave him with no relief.
If this was one of those nights, Laswell was in for a nasty surprise the next day.
"Daddy?" Soap's voice.
"Go, Sergeant."
Not a second later, a warm mouth was wrapped around Ghost's cock. He opened the eyes he'd barely realized he'd closed, rolling them back as he saw Soap bent over him, taking him in his mouth.
Ghost wished he could say Soap had gotten a little pleasure before Ghost blew his load down his throat. But in reality, it wasn't even two seconds before Ghost was screaming, his body shaking as if he'd been shocked as pleasure overtook him. The last thing he felt, before he blacked out for good, was Price's teeth reopening the old bite on the back of his neck, the shock of pain being the punch he needed to make his mind shut down.
Chapter 5: day 5: fisting, pain!kink, orgasm denial
Summary:
Inflicting pain was a way for him to escape it; violence was the only thing he knew, the only thing he knew intimately, the only thing he knew would never betray him. He used it to protect himself, the familiarity of pain as a refuge.
Nikolai easily found a way to use that to his advantage.
Notes:
.and this is day 5.
today's themes are fisting, pain!kink, orgasm denial
additional tags: bottom!ghost, top!nikolai, dirty talk, violence, biting, dead doveenjoy :)
Chapter Text
Nikolai was a violent man. He knew it wasn't something to be proud of, but he was self-aware enough to recognize it..
Violence was something he was accustomed to, something he knew well. He was good at it. Good at inflicting pain, good at fighting, and making others bleed at his feet.
He could be immoral, mumbling nonsense about how ‘he wasn't really like that, that his hard life forced him to act this way’ — using that damned frightened dog metaphor — but he wasn't a liar.
Nikolai liked it.
He liked the pain, liked to inflict it. He enjoyed watching people cringe when his fist made contact with their faces; he enjoyed watching them flinch from his touch when his caresses turned into slaps; he liked seeing the way they turned their faces away when his kisses evolved into bites.
And, lucky for him, he'd found the perfect punching bag .
Simon was also a violent man, but with him, the metaphor of a frightened dog was appropriate.
Inflicting pain was a way for him to escape it; violence was the only thing he knew, the only thing he knew intimately, the only thing he knew would never betray him. He used it to protect himself, the familiarity of pain as a refuge.
Nikolai easily found a way to use that to his advantage.
Deep down, Simon was a good man. He didn't want to cause harm, or hurt anyone. So, demonstrating that he didn't have to do it to take advantage of that familiarity proved to be extremely simple.
Simon was afraid, very afraid. But Nikolai was a smooth talker; he knew what to say to make his victims blossom for him, and Simon was no exception.
It took time, a long learning curve, but Nikolai liked to think that, at that moment, they were exactly where they were supposed to be. He managed to addict Simon to the pain he provided, like a priest addicts his worshippers to the false salvation of his words. And Simon followed him like his most faithful lamb, ready to be sacrificed on the altar.
God , Nikolai had never been so in love.
He could taste blood in his mouth, but it wasn't his. No, the blood was just an immediate consequence of his latest prank. Simon's skin cracked beautifully under the relentless pressure of his teeth, forming a perfect mark.
There wasn't an inch of Simon that wasn't marked. Slaps, punches, hickeys, and the most recent bites painted his body as if he were a canvas and Nikolai its painter. He was so addicted to it that he had a folder on his phone just with photos of the work of art that was his Simon with his marks.
At the moment, he had a thick thigh between his teeth, biting down hard as his fist made a good work of ripping open Simon's hole. It had to hurt, he knew it would, but that was exactly what he'd intended when he forced all five of his fingers into that tight ass.
Simon was crying, a stifled, soundless sob. A whiny boy, his boy, could barely take a few slaps before tears streamed down his doe eyes. Nikolai loved it, loved the feeling of being the only one who could elicit that kind of reaction from the man and live to tell the tale.
"Sir, it hurts…" came Simon's pathetic whimper, and Nikolai laughed so hard he felt dizzy for a second.
"Oh, little lamb, really?" Just to be mean, he unclenched his hand inside Simon, laughing even harder as it made his sobs grow louder. Of course, it hurt; he was doing all this precisely so it would. "What hurts, love? Your asshole hurt?"
"Mmm." The way Simon sighed as he answered was adorable, even more so considering the whimper he let out at the end.
Adorable, that boy of his, and the passion hit Nikolai so strongly it made him light-headed, his teeth closing around the nearest flesh hard enough to rip off chunks. His fist closed inside Simon again, but only so Nikolai could punch him hard enough to make his body rock against the mattress.
That made him cry out, his hands wandering between his legs before he remembered how bad an idea it would be to try to stop Nikolai and shifted his focus to gripping his own hair.
"Nikolai!"
Nikolai ignored his call, instead leaving another hard bite on that delicious thigh, and then another, and another, filling the ample flesh with the bloody imprint of his teeth. His hand never stopped, pummeling Simon's hole until the man was howling.
Nikolai wasn't exactly focusing on Simon's prostate, but, with the way his hand was taking up space inside that tight little ass, he knew there was no way he wasn't mistreating that sweet spot every time he moved. It must have been a confusing sensation, the pain of the rough treatment mixed with the pleasure of having his most sensitive spot stimulated, but Nikolai knew Simon loved it.
So much so that it didn't even surprise him when, between sobs and moans, Simon warned him, "Sir, please, I'm gonna come! Please!"
As soon as Nikolai heard the warning, he stopped, pulling his fist out with a wet pop. Simon writhed, lifting his hips pathetically as he tried to chase his orgasm, but, without any touch, all he was left with was his cock twitching uselessly.
"Sir! No, please!"
"Shut up." A slap, hitting that throbbing erection squarely, and Simon screamed, his hips rising to try to escape the pain, which only earned him another slap. "Stay still and count."
"One!" Simon yelled as the next slap landed, his legs trembling. "Two!" Another slap, this time on those happy little balls. "Three!" And again. “Sir, please!”
“Please, what, Riley? You want to come?” Slap, slap, slap, slap, hard enough to sting Nikolai’s hand, and Simon counted each one, his hoarse voice breaking as his cries grew more desperate. “You want to come, little slut? But I thought it hurt.”
“No, sir, please, please.” The little thing was confused, unsure whether to try to escape the slaps or to move closer, seeking more. “Please, sir, anything, please!”
“Anything, Да?” Nikolai stopped spanking him only to bite down hard on the soft flesh of his groin, too close to his tightening balls. “Will you take anything?”
“Yes, sir, please, anything, just… please.” Simon was crying for real now, sobbing so deeply his entire body shook.
"Да? What if I just want to spank you, huh? What if I want to keep spanking that stupid little dick until you pass out? You still going to say please?" To prove his point, he brought his hand down on that shaft, harder than he'd used so far, and it made Simon howl, his body arching in an instinctive reaction to the intense pain in that sensitive spot.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He sobbed his words, and looking up, Nikolai could see how pitiful he looked, his face flushed and blood dripping from his lips where he must have bitten his tongue. "Sir, I'm sorry, please, I… it hurts, no more, please, it hurts."
"Mmm." Nikolai hummed, unimpressed.
He reconsidered his options. He could keep going, pounding that fat, stupid cock until Simon actually passed out, or keep using his fist in that gaping hole until Simon had a prostate orgasm — and then keep going, obviously — but, honestly, what Nikolai really wanted was to bite Simon again. His teeth ached with the urge to sink into that pale skin, and his mouth cried out for the taste of Simon's blood.
Being a man who believed in following his instincts, he decided on the latter.
His hands went to those thick thighs, holding them open. He chose the left, the less bruised one, and left a gentle lick there before opening his mouth wide and stamping the skin with the imprint of his teeth.
Simon whimpered at that, but held still as Nikolai repeated it again and again.
He would stay there long enough for the pain to overcome the arousal and Simon's erection to wilt, and he would continue even when the lieutenant began to beg for a break. He would only finally stop when there was no more room to bite, and only to switch to any other patch of skin within reach.
When he finally finished, Simon would be nearly unconscious — and it would be only so he could calm the erection between his legs, fucking the already bruised thighs until he spilled a thick load between them and Simon's limp cock, which would whimper beautifully for him throughout the entire process, until finally falling asleep when Nikolai pulled him into a hug.
If Simon shivered every time he moved the next day, that would be their secret.
Chapter 6: day 6: somno, free use
Summary:
The realization hit Soap like a slap. He'd known Ghost knew — and enjoyed — what he'd been doing, but he'd never considered the possibility that the rest of the team might know too. Suddenly, Ghost's hole felt even warmer and more welcoming, and Soap had to pull away or he would come. "Captain…"
Notes:
.and this is day 6.
today's themes are somno and free use.
additional tags: bottom!ghost, top!price, top!soap, top!gaz, dirty talk, slightly dubcon.enjoy :)
Chapter Text
Ghost had trouble sleeping. It wasn't uncommon. Most soldiers had problems falling asleep, especially one as traumatized as Ghost. So the idea of him needing sleeping pills wasn't so far-fetched.
He didn't use them often, however, uncomfortable with how it would make him lose his independence. However, occasionally, after some particularly challenging nights of insomnia, he would find himself with no other option.
It was almost a major event, really. Soap had watched him lose track of his own temper, becoming more nervous and distracted, until Price warned him not to disturb Ghost the next day. But it was only when all the lights went out and silence fell over the barracks that Soap would act.
Infiltrating the lieutenant's room wasn't complex, since he had a spare key, but doing it without being caught by the night patrol was the real fun. The excitement was even more intense than that of a real mission, his heart pounding in his chest as he walked silently through the hallways, listening for footsteps and avoiding the glare of the flashlights.
When he reached the lieutenant's room, despite the darkness, he could make out Ghost's sleeping form. He was face down, arms supporting his head, with a pillow under his hips. The first time it happened, Soap had taken the trouble to carefully lower Ghost's pants and put them back on when he was done. But after that, every time he returned, his lieutenant was ready for him, as if he'd been waiting.
The mere knowledge of it drove him wild.
God , his cock was already half-hard in his pants, plump and almost begging to be put into action.
Soap was careful as he entered, going slowly as he made his way to the bed. His bare feet barely made a sound as they touched the floor, but he walked slowly anyway, until he managed to climb onto the bed. The mattress — strangely too good for a military barracks — sagged under his weight, the springs creaking softly. Soap didn't mind, however, his hands already reaching for the zipper of his pants.
His cock hung between his legs, the elastic of his underwear catching behind his balls. Despite the urge to take his time, to strip off all his clothes and enjoy, he knew better. He avoided taking too many risks, fearing the retribution he would receive if he were caught abusing his lieutenant's sleeping body.
Guiding his fingers to that deliciously exposed ass, he realized with immense satisfaction that Ghost was already properly prepared, ready for him. That little slut, even struggling with lack of sleep, made sure to take his time opening himself so Johnny wouldn't have to worry about it.
So attentive.
Soap didn't have to work hard to get inside. One long, slow thrust, and he was balls deep inside Ghost, the warm walls sucking him in. The wave of pleasure that hit him made him sigh, his eyes rolling back in his head for a second. Ugh, it felt so good… always so perfect for him, swallowing him effortlessly, like a good little slut.
"That's so good, L.T." He voiced his thoughts, his tone low, no louder than a whisper.
He allowed himself to stay still for a moment, just long enough for Ghost's body — which had tensed as he slid inside — to relax. The lieutenant sighed, his eyelashes fluttering, but he was still sound asleep, and if Soap knew him like he knew he did, he would stay that way no matter what he did.
With that in mind, he set a pace. It wasn't slow, but it wasn't fast either — a compromise between trying not to take too long to avoid getting caught and not going too fast to wake Ghost. The sound of his cock spreading that tight little asshole was obscene, echoing through the room, and Soap would have given anything to have it recorded on his phone, to have definitive proof of how good his lieutenant was to him.
Ghost… God , just the thought of him was giving Soap goosebumps. His evil, menacing lieutenant, known for his stoic, impassive temperament, was munching on Soap's cock like a fucking vise, quiet and docile in his deep sleep.
A hot wave of pleasure coursed through him, and he couldn't help but groan, his thrusts faltering. Shit, Soap didn't consider himself a precocious shooter, but there was something about the whole situation that made him as eager as a virgin seeing breasts for the first time.
Even in the dark, he could clearly make out the way his cock sank into that hungry little asshole, disappearing inside his lieutenant, the rim stretching to take him completely. The first time they did it, he could barely get the tip in without feeling like his dick was going to be crushed. Ghost was so tight. But each time they did it, it got easier and easier, as if Soap was slowly molding Ghost with the shape of his cock.
The thought was good, dangerous, stirring Soap's possessiveness, and he only managed to unfocus on it because suddenly there was a hand on the back of his neck.
"Having fun, Mactavish?"
The dread that flooded Soap's heart was like ice, aching as it trickled down his entire body, making his rhythm cease. Eyes wide, he turned his head back, making out Price's form. The captain had a cruel smile on his face, but his gaze was indistinguishable, hidden behind the brim of his hat.
"C-Captain, I—" There was no way he could make an excuse. The evidence was obvious, clear as daylight.
Damn, Soap was fucked.
"No need to piss your pants, Sergeant." Price's grip on the back of his neck was firm, leaving no room for argument, fingers wrapping around his neck and threatening to squeeze his arteries. "You're not the only mouse who takes advantage of the cat's leave to party, right, Garrick?"
It was only then that Soap noticed Gaz beside Price, sporting the same shit-eating grin as the captain, and the implication of what the captain's words meant sent a wave of heat through his body.
"W-what—"
"Spare us the trouble." The grip tightened, and Soap grunted in pain, his cock lurching furiously inside Ghost. "Did you really think you'd keep doin’ this without anyone noticin’? Why do you think I still tell you when Ghost's gonna have his princess sleep, even though it's none of your fuckin’ business?"
The realization hit Soap like a slap. He'd known Ghost knew — and enjoyed — what he'd been doing, but he'd never considered the possibility that the rest of the team might know too. Suddenly, Ghost's hole felt even warmer and more welcoming, and Soap had to pull away or he would come. "Captain…"
"Go on, Mactavish. Garrick and I want our turn, too, and my patience is runnin’ thin today."
"Y-yes, Captain."
Reestablishing his rhythm wasn't difficult. In fact, it had never been easier, knowing he could make as much noise as he wanted without fear of reprisal. The captain maintained his grip on the back of Soap's neck, steadying him as the excruciating pleasure made him dizzy.
God , it felt so good. Even better than usual because of the rest of the team's eyes on him. Gaz still stood obediently beside Price, but he could see the way the other sergeant was staring at him, fire in his eyes.
"Fuck, Captain… Gaz…" He moaned, already feeling that pleasurable knot tightening in his stomach, making his rhythm falter. He was going to come faster than he intended, but he couldn't stop, his hips slamming into the lieutenant's pert ass with eagerness.
"Does it feel good, Mactavish?" The captain encouraged, stroking Soap's neck with his thumb as he leaned in a little closer, until Soap could smell the cream the captain used on his beard. "Does it feel good to take advantage of your sleepin’ lieutenant?"
Oh my God . Soap's eyes rolled back, his mouth opening in a long, desperate moan, his hands going to grip Ghost's hips, pulling him back to meet his thrusts.
"C-Captain!"
"You fucking pervert... You like this, don't you? You like the idea of being able to fuck your superior without reprisal." Soap's rhythm stuttered. "You mangy dog, are you going to cum?"
"Yes, sir! Please!"
"Then cum, you fucking mutt."
The captain didn't need to repeat himself. With a loud groan, Soap was coming, thrusting deep inside Ghost and spilling his cum as deep as he could. The pleasure that coursed through him was brutal, making him writhe, only to drain his strength and leave him breathing heavily, his body trembling.
"Sir…"
"Good boy, Sergeant, good boy." Soap felt Price's hand come up, stroking the short strands of his mohawk, and the scotsman sighed exhaustedly.
All was quiet for a few seconds until Kyle's eager voice interrupted the peace. "Can I have my turn now, Captain?"
"Okay, go ahead."
Unusually careful, the captain helped Soap move, pulling him back so his limp cock slid out of Ghost. As soon as he did, Ghost's ass began to leak cum, and he let out a small, distressed sound, wiggling his ass slightly, as if calling Soap back inside.
But it was Gaz who answered the call, sliding inside in one long thrust. He threw his head back and moaned, his hands going to grip the lieutenant's waist before he established a slow, deep rhythm.
"Come here, soldier." The captain sat down in Ghost's desk chair and pulled Soap onto his lap. Too tired to argue, he snuggled into the captain's lap and turned his head to face Gaz and Ghost.
From there, he could see the lieutenant's face, moaning softly in his sleep, his mouth open and drooling. Gaz was biting his lip, his brow furrowed in concentration as he continued his powerful, deep thrusts.
"Captain," he called out, but at a loss for words, his head still reeling from what had just happened.
In response, the captain laughed, wrapping his arms around Soap's body in a hug, pulling him close. "Relax, soldier, we'll talk about this tomorrow when Ghost is awake. For now, warm my lap while Gaz takes his turn, and then I'll let you have my sloppy seconds, okay?"
Even tired, Soap's cock lurched at the idea, and he nodded, letting his arms wrap around the captain's neck, barely blinking as he felt Price's hand descend to his ass.
"Yes, sir, Captain."
Chapter 7: day 7: muzzles, sex toys, kneeling, prostate milking.
Summary:
Something inside him begged for more, baser instincts fighting to chase that taste, to drink himself drunk on his mate's slick and then fuck him until he was round with cum, but the steel cage between his legs was a painful impediment. His poor cock throbbed in time with his heart, drooling enough to form a puddle between his legs. It begged wordlessly for a touch, for attention, anything, but Ghost knew he would get nothing.
None of him was truly his, not anymore. Everything about him was owned; everything he was belonged to someone else.
To Nikolai.
Notes:
.and, finally, this is day 7.
today's themes are muzzles, sex toys, kneeling, prostate milking.
additional tags: alphaghost, omega!nikolai, dirty talk, mentioned poly!141 and free use;enjoy :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Ghost was ravaged; his entire body ached, the extremities of his limbs tingling from the lack of blood circulation, his head fogged and threatening to slip into unconsciousness. He was a wreck, broken beyond repair, but there, kneeling at his omega's feet, nothing mattered.
Pressed his nose between sturdy legs, pussy dripping against the bars of his muzzle. So close… If he licked his lips, he could taste slick, dripping between the bars onto the pale skin of his face, the intoxicating taste only contributing to his dizziness.
Something inside him begged for more, baser instincts fighting to chase that taste, to drink himself drunk on his mate's slick and then fuck him until he was round with cum, but the steel cage between his legs was a painful impediment. His poor cock throbbed in time with his heart, drooling enough to form a puddle between his legs. It begged wordlessly for a touch, for attention, anything, but Ghost knew he would get nothing.
None of him was truly his, not anymore. Everything about him was owned; everything he was belonged to someone else.
To Nikolai.
The toy inside him served to keep the others' cum inside — Nikolai wanted to share him, liked to provide his puppy as stress relief for others — but beyond that, it maintained a constant stimulation against his prostate, leaving no room for escape.
God , he could feel his entire body trembling. He was exhausted from having spent the last few hours pleasing his companions with his body, drinking their cum like the good boy he was. His legs were weak, his arms numb, hanging uselessly at his sides. The hand in his hair was the only thing keeping him in position; without it, he would have already fallen backward in his dizziness.
"Mmm…" His little moan was pathetic, no better than a whimper. A particularly accurate vibration made him see stars behind his closed eyes, and Nikolai laughed at him for it, scraping his blunt nails across Ghost's scalp.
"My puppy…" His voice was gentle as he murmured, but Ghost knew better. Nikolai was coming off watching him suffer; nothing excited him more than having Ghost kneel at his feet and cry. "We had a nice time today, didn't we? A really good, fun time."
His caresses continued, the sensation making Ghost sigh and relax a little more in his position.
"Serving our pack like this, making me proud… But I'm not surprised. You are my good boy, after all." It wasn't a question, but Ghost heard himself humming in agreement. Yes, he was a good boy, Nikolai's good boy. "My good alpha, my good pet… Taking our mates' knots so well, being useful." A tug on his hair, just enough to make Ghost sigh.
"Ugh."
"I bet you want to come, hm? Your poor cock must be hurting so much..." Mean, that's what Nikolai was. Cruel , really, murmuring those words in such a lovely voice as he rubbed his fleshy, succulent pussy against Ghost's muzzle, teasing him with something so sweet, but so out of reach. "Poor thing, trapped, forced to endure the pain while everyone else had fun at your cost, it's not fair, is it?"
That made Ghost want to agree, whimper a tearful yes, and complain about how unfair it was, but he knew better. No matter how much it hurt, how desperate it was, this wasn't his day to cum yet, and no matter what he said, nothing would change that.
So he just sighed again, licking up some more of the slick that dripped through the bars of the gag. His response seemed to please Nikolai, because a few seconds later, the vibration inside him grew more intense.
Ghost moaned loudly, a long, drawn-out moan, as the raw pleasure shook his body. Shit, it felt so fucking good. The toy pressed perfectly against his prostate, bringing a hot pleasure that took him over completely, with no room for escape. It was intense, maddening, and Ghost couldn't shut up even if he wanted to, letting more moans echo through the room, each more slurred than the other.
"Good boy, alpha, good boy." A light scratch of his hair, before the sound of something falling rang out, and two hands were holding him.
His head was angled, the grip leaving no room for argument, as Nikolai began rubbing his pussy against his muzzle. The disgusting, slick sound made the alpha shudder, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue out in a futile attempt to lick the warm folds, but it only served to scoop up some of the dripping slick.
The taste was everything Ghost could have wanted. Spicy and salty, so addictive, screaming mature omega. His cock twitched at the sound, still trapped inside the cage, and his asshole blinked, the intense vibration making him dizzy for a few seconds.
Nikolai, however, continued rubbing himself, without caring how this drove the alpha below him crazy. Ghost could barely think, both from exhaustion and arousal. He could only feel light-headed and heavy-bodied.
In the back of his mind, he could sense something was happening; the knot in his abdomen was tightening, his thighs tensing as the toy continued to turn his prostate into butter, but again, he could barely focus on anything other than the hot pussy so close to his mouth.
It was only when the knot in his abdomen loosened that Ghost understood Nikolai's true intention in thrusting the vibrator inside him that night. With a drawn-out groan, the alpha felt the first waves of pleasure building, only to break without truly satisfying him, as his cock drooled cum.
It was terrible, a release without relief, but it was still something, so Ghost tried to enjoy it, contracting in the hopes of getting that little bit that would make it turn into something truly good.
Above him, Nikolai moaned loudly, a deep, hoarse growl, and all Ghost could do was flick his tongue out again, just in time to lap up the cum that spurted from Nikolai as the omega came.
The thrusting of the omega's hips was enough to make Ghost woozy, and the milking didn't help. One more spurt, and Ghost was collapsing, his body losing strength as he passed out.
When he woke, he was being held, still on the cold floor, but cradled in a warm embrace. Dazed, he sighed, trying to open his eyes, but to no avail. He was tired, so fucking tired. Luckily, Nikolai knew him well enough and kept him close while the alpha came down from his high.
The moment he woke again, it would be to a warm bed and a clean body, with his omega in his arms. However, all he could do at the moment was enjoy Nikolai's good scent as he felt broad fingers pulling a still-vibrant plug out of his hole.
Notes:
.the challenge has finally come to an end.
it was a crazy ride, my first challenge i actually completed. and that means i'm going to celebrate by taking advantage of all these plots and writing a unique fanfic for each one, of course.
i really need therapy.
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