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“The fuck are we?” Nate started.
“Nova-Scotia.” Logan deadpanned. “You forget already, old man?”
“Specifically, butt-fuck nowhere.” Wade added.
“It’s about an hour and a half drive from Chéticamp.”
“Also, about a three hour drive from Meat Cove.” Wade reached down to grab Logan’s hand so he could high-five himself with it.
“I got enough meat in the freezer to last us a few months. And, it’s deer season.” Logan shrugged, reaching over to the nightstand to take out a cigar and smoke it. The other two followed him out onto the front porch.
Nate sat in an old squeaky rocking chair. Reflecting on their day.
After the two got back from the last TVA mission, they started packing.
Nate had been packed since the night before, naturally.
Once they all had their things and they were together in one room, Nate easily body slid them to Logan’s safe house. Easy-peasy.
And now, here they were, sharing a bottle of scotch and passing around Logan’s cigar, enjoying the cold winter air.
“Storms a comin’” Logan muttered, cigar still in his mouth.
“You feel it in your knees? You old bitch.” Wade teased.
“No, you dumb cunt.” Logan spat back.
Nate noticed the way Wade shivered at that.
Logan tapped his nose. “Can smell it. Smells like snow.” Logan passed the cigar to Nate who took it and happily puffed, enjoying the way his scotch changed with each puff.
Logan suddenly got up from the rocker. “Gonna chop wood, make sure we have enough to last if we get snowed in.”
Nate glanced over at the wood pile storage on the porch. It was only about quarter empty. “We don’t have enough already?”
Suddenly, Nate was boxed into his chair, Logan’s arms encasing him on either side. “You don’t worry about that.” Logan took the cigar and puffed from it, only to shotgun-kiss a pull into Nate’s mouth. Nate’s breath hitched, causing him to cough as he inhaled accidentally. “We’re here for you, old man, so you can take a load off and relax. We’ll take care of you.”
Nate gulped, oh shit. Well… Nate had his own plans brewing now on how he’d take care of the other two.
Logan finally let up off the chair, Nate following him to stand. “Need help?”
“The fuck did I just say, Summers?” Logan scoffed and turned to his axe that had been left in the cutting stump in front of the house. He grabbed it. “Go relax, and that’s an order.”
Nate swallowed around nothing. Fuck why was it so hot that they cared so much? And fuck, there’s the military kink again. He had to bite back his ‘sir, yes, sir’ that threatened to be ripped from his throat.
“Wade.” Logan pointed to him and Wade immediately stood out of his chair, saluting so hard he smacked himself in the forehead. Logan just grumbled. “You’re on dinner duty. Go hunt some shit. Preferably something edible and don’t fuck it up so badly we can’t eat it. We’ll switch tomorrow.”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Wade said eagerly, grabbing his katanas and guns and running off into the dense woods.
“Make sure he doesn’t get lost.” Nate sighed.
“He won’t.” Logan deadpanned.
Nate sighed, shit they really had it figured out, huh? Or at least they were pretending they did.
Logan must’ve heard the sigh. “Summers, you wanna really make yourself useful?”
Nate didn’t respond but just made eye contact.
“Build a fire for tonight, it’s gonna get cold. With the storm and all.”
Nate turned around to go do just that but not before Logan stopped him again.
“Oh, and stretch yourself will ya? You’ll need it.” Logan took another sip of the scotch. “Since you wanna be such a good girl, Princess.”
Nate was very happy he was facing the front door to the cabin. He downed his scotch and said nothing but opened the door with a squeak and shut it with a slam.
~
About 30 minutes later, the fire had been lit and made. He even went as far as to fill the kettle with water and put it over the fire. He had a feeling the other two would want some warm drinks when they got back in.
Well… that left one thing for him to do.
Nate was internally fighting with himself. Replaying what Logan had said over and over again. ‘You’ll need it.’ Specifically stuck in his mind.
Shit what did that mean? What did they have planned?
Sure, Domino was going to come over and play but not for a whole other week!
They had time to kill. Nate mused on their conversation that they had before they left New York.
“Summers. You gotta relax.” Logan chided.
“Mr. Tight Ass himself? Yea, right.” Wade teased.
Nate sighed. “And how do you suggest I do that? I might’ve just fucked half my team mates in their sleep… without consent, might I add.” He felt like shit at that last bit. God he hated he couldn’t control his dreams.
Wade rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, fair enough.”
Logan just sighed. “Listen, let’s just get your mind off this whole dream business for a while. It’s clearly stressing you out, and not in a good way. The kitchen has been rearranged three times this week! And I can’t find my fuckin’ Ginsu knives again.” He sighed, “Dom’s right, I do have a small cabin safe house in Nova Scotia. Let’s go stay for a couple weeks. The TVA won’t bother us there and especially if I tell them we’re taking a holiday.”
Nate sighed. It did sound nice, isolation sounded good right about now, even the usual gentle minds thrumming in the building felt like too much. “Okay fine.”
The other two began packing.
Nate brought his thoughts back to the present and fought the urge to rearrange the kitchen here too.
Hm… well, maybe not the kitchen but just his guts.
Nate paused and looked at his bag on the other side of the room. He knew exactly what pocket the lube and the plugs were in.
He decided to start small.
~
Wade ended up finding two ducks on his hunt.
Logan noticed their heads had been clean shot off but the body’s were intact if not a little bloody, so thats still edible in Logan’s book.
The wood had been restocked and Wade and Logan were in the kitchen, de-plucking a duck each. They chatted quietly as they worked.
“So… my hunt went pretty well, what about you, honey bear?”
Logan sighed, “It was fine. Chopping wood is relaxing, we should have more than enough for the storm.”
Wade hummed. “Damn, wish I wasn’t on dinner duty so I could’ve watched your hairy ass sweat all over my wood.”
Logan didn’t even dignify that with a response.
“So, where’s Pricilla?”
Logan paused his plucking. “I told him to go relax.”
Wade scoffed. “What are the chances he actually did that?”
“Slim.” Logan shook his head.
“Where do you think he is then?”
Logan looked behind him, hm… he wasn’t in the living room or kitchen but he did notice the bedroom door was shut.
“Ah… bedroom.” Logan paused again, going back to plucking. “You know… I did give him another order besides ‘relax’”
Wade smirked. “Oh really? What’d you do?”
Logan laughed under his breath. “Told him to stretch himself out. Told him he’d need it.”
Wade snickered and playfully pushed Logan. “You did not! Girl, you crazy.”
Logan chuckled again. “Maybe. But he seems to really like being called princess so… who am I to rain on his parade?”
Wade chuckled again. “Peanut I cannot believe you! That’s incredibly hot.”
Logan just smirked at him. “Yeah. I know.”
Wade looked at their ducks, both fully de-feathered now and ready for the oven after a bit of spice. “You think he’ll be fucking himself when we go in there?”
“God I hope so, we got two hours to kill before dinner’s ready.”
~
Nate lazily scrolled on his phone, laying on his stomach on the bed, a soft pillow underneath his arms.
He didn’t even look up when he heard the creak of the door.
“Aw man!” Wade whined.
Nate assumed he wasn’t talking to him so he kept scrolling.
“I assumed he’d at least take one order, this isn’t the one I expected though.” Logan let out a soft ‘huh’ as he and Wade sat down on the bed beside Nate.
That finally got Nate to look up. “Which one did you expect?”
“Not this one.” Logan said gruffly.
Wade nodded. “Me neither.”
Nate rolled his eyes. Typical. “What are you two on about?” Nate asked, knowing damn well what they were on about.
“You. Princess.” Logan purred, low and soft.
“General.” Wade said in the same low tone.
From the time following Nate’s first time and the time before Dom was scheduled to come over, Nate had done research. He had always known about toys and BDSM equipment of course but he ordered it for himself this time instead of the other two. A thrill shot up his spine every time he found something new that peaked his interest. Fuck it, why not try it? He was going to have a few packages waiting for them when they got back.
This ‘fuck it’ attitude rolled over the new kinks Nate had discovered too. Why not continue his exploration of breeding and humiliation? Paired with a little bit of military role play and Nate was a happy soldier. Their scenes typically started off with him being called General and ended with him being called Princess.
Wade and Logan even played with the idea of being Dom’s for Nate, which… he wasn’t going to say no to. As long as he’d get to do the same for them every once in a while. However, Nate was planned to be the sub the whole trip. He also hoped it would help him get the nuts to ask for those two to call him princess all the time.
Only problem was, that Nate didn’t quite expect the other two to be so enthusiastic about him bottoming and trying new kinks. They were so invested, that they were keeping a shared document on what they both noticed turned Nate on the most. Oh, and they noted what turned them on the most.
Oh, and Nate could look at the document but not edit it.
Nate felt his cheeks and his cock heat up at the same time. “Okay? What about me?”
Logan licked his lips. “Thought I gave you an order, General.”
Nate raised a brow at him.
“Nothing to say for yourself?” Logan tutted.
“For shame, and you were doing so well!” Wade added.
Nate looked back down at his phone and kept scrolling.
Wade and Logan shared a look of ‘is he fucking serious?’
Before Nate had even realized it, his phone was on the nightstand and he was flipped over onto his back. “Hey! What the-!” Nate gasped as Wade reached down into his pants and grabbed him roughly. “Oh!” He gasped. “Right now? Doesn’t dinner have-“
“What did I tell you, General?” Logan snarled.
Nate winced as Wade gave him a painful squeeze to his balls. “Fuckin- to not worry about it.” He sighed, seemingly relaxing more into the bed sheets at someone else worrying about him for a change.
“Exactly. Now. Why didn’t you obey?”
“I did, I was relaxing.” Nate said, having a look on his face that look like he smelled sour milk.
Wade tutted. “No Pricilla, the other one? Where Lieutenant Logie told you to stretch yourself?”
“You two assumed I didn’t?”
Wade and Logan shared a dumb look and an ‘oh yeah’ moment. They just assumed that because Nate wasn’t actively stretching himself in front of them, that he didn’t do it at all.
Nate had in fact, done it earlier, to be timely, of course.
Logan quickly began to strip Nate from his winter clothes. Nate tried to help but each time his hands would reach down to grip something or grab one of them, they’d smack his hand away, telling him to fuck off basically. To let them undress him.
To let Nate just be a nothing more than something they could simultaneously take care of and use.
Nate was still adjusting but he felt himself coming around to the idea. Even if these two decided aggressively loving sex was the way to do it.
Once Nate was fully nude, he was also shivering. Feeling his body immediately want the warmth of his clothes back.
Wade grabbed his left leg and Logan grabbed his right. Spreading his legs wide on the bed.
“Eager much?” Nate hummed, trying to hide the excitement that lingered in his voice.
Wade giggled. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to see you like this Pricilla. Probably since the day you first tried to kill me, honestly.”
Logan smirked. “We got a few admissions of you liking this last time but I bet we could get more.”
Nate gulped. Ah… shit.
Admitting that he liked those dreams and his kinks to himself was one thing, but being forced to out loud? God that was so embarrassing.
So fucking hot too.
“Training, like we said.” Logan quirked.
“Albeit you don’t seem to need it Pricilla. You’re being a good general just like we asked. Sorry for assuming you didn’t stretch yourself for us.”
Nate huffed, feeling the plug in between his cheeks twitch as Wade reached to gip it.
Logan was fast to come up to Nate’s right leg and lift. Stretching his leg out straight up while the other rested on the bed. This caused Nate to lay on his side.
Nate wouldn’t admit it but this was amazing, he felt open and exposed and god he wished they’d just use him already.
Fuck this was going to give him more dreams again, wasn’t it? He hoped he saw the soldier again.
Not that these two weren’t making his dreams come true already.
Wade reached down to get a good look at the plug between Nate’s cheeks. It was solid glass and delightfully heavy.
Wade whistled. “General, you been holding out on us? I haven’t seen this one yet.”
Logan tapped the glass. “God damn that thing looks huge.” The base alone had to be at least an inch and a half wide.
Nate just smirked. “You told me to jump but you never said how high.” He chuckled.
Logan nodded, with a ‘you got me there’ look plastered across his face. “I’m impressed general.”
Nate preened at the praise. “Good.”
Wade giggled. “Oh Pricilla, you are so fucking cute like this! God I should’ve asked you to bottom for me a lot sooner. Shame on me for assuming Mr. Tough Guy wouldn’t like it up the ass.”
Nate shrugged trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks from Wade calling him cute. “To be fair, I assumed I wouldn’t either.” Nate sighed. “Wish I thought more about what I wanted a lot more than what I thought my partners wanted.”
Logan nodded. “Well, Hindsight is 20/20 general.”
Nate shrugged, leaning back on the bed, one leg still straight up. “Yup.”
Wade reached forward and gripped the plug’s base. “I wanna see how deep this cave really goes!”
Nate stuck out his tongue. “Never say that again.”
“No promises. I love spelunking after all.” Wade teased, pulling at the base wretched a soft sound from Nate. Wade’s eyes widened. “You- shit Nate, you got this in by yourself?”
“A bit of lube helped, I guess.” He shrugged like it was no big deal but Wade could very clearly feel how big of a deal it was.
“Fuck.” Wade gasped as he shoved his own pants down quickly. “Sorry Logan but I don’t know if you’ll be able to fuck him.”
Nate and Logan looked at Wade and said, “Why not?” At the same time.
Wade giggled. “Jinx. You owe me an orgasm. But this plug is fucking huge Logan, wider than you!”
Logan scoffed. “No fucking way gimme-“ he smacked Wade’s hand out of the way and gave the base a soft tug, Logan’s eyes widened. “Shit Nate, I’m a little more than impressed now.”
Nate smirked looking down to Logan’s filling election, gasping lightly at the tug. “Mph… I can tell.”
“Well how the fuck are we gonna remove this thing!” Wade deadpanned, genuinely unsure.
Nate sighed, dramatic as always. “Do we have to remove it? I spent a while getting it in.”
Wade and Logan looked at each other, then the plug, then Nate.
Well… guess they didn’t have to.
Wade took a look at Logan with a knowing eyebrow. Logan sighed but moved closer to him.
Nate knew they weren’t telepathic like he was but sometimes he wondered.
Logan dropped Nate’s leg onto the bed as he grabbed Wade, they both started to strip each other with what little clothes they had and kissing deeply in between.
Nate was going to interject but they beat him to it.
“Hands and knees General, that’s an order.” Logan growled in between kissing Wade.
Nate shifted, very slowly and very carefully to roll onto his hands and knees. Suddenly becoming very aware of the weight distribution in his body. It felt like he had a ridiculously big paperweight on his pelvis. And now, with this angle? Shit it was pressing right into his prostate.
Nate panted, feeling like he’d just walked a flight of stairs with this simple movement.
“Stay, General.” Logan demanded.
Wade was picked up by Logan and slid easily onto his cock. Fucking into him from a standing position.
“Ah fuck! Lieutenant! Ah! Dessert is supposed to be after dinner!” Wade moaned, Logan snarled into him as he bounced him on his cock, moving his hips up and down easily.
Nate watched them. It was hot, per usual, but what was their play here? Fuck in front of him? That was nothing new and frankly not much of a threat. Hm… well Nate watched anyway.
Sue him if he got a little too distracted and didn’t spot the drop of drool that fell from his lips.
“Mhm, you like that corporal? Me fucking you in front of General?” Logan snarled, biting into Wade and causing another string of moans to come out.
“Yes! God yes! But why-?” Wade’s last words got torn from him by another groan leaving his lips.
Logan kissed Wade for a while, not relenting until he needed to breath. “Because Corporal, General complained to us about taking his plug out.” Logan huffed a heavy breath, adjusting Wade’s thighs on his pelvis easily to thrust up at a better angle. “Who are we to disobey the General?”
Logan threw a mean smirk at Nate and Nate knew exactly his place in this moment. God damn it. They were going to make him ask for what he wanted.
He needed to drop into his sub space more before that happened, like Wade said, ‘Taking my Corporal Cock like a pro! Does it make your brain go all mushy little guy? I bet it does!’
Nate’s brain hadn’t even begun to mush yet, let alone drop. Probably because he didn’t have cock in him yet.
Nate watched, his own breath hitching with each thrust into Wade.
‘That should be me.’ He shot that thought out, not expecting to project it to Logan.
Logan just chuckled meanly and looked at Nate. Bringing Wade over and sitting at a bench at the foot of the bed, he continued to fuck him, so Nate had front row seats.
Nate placed his head on Logan’s shoulder, panting long and low, god it was hard to get used to this pressure.
‘You wanna be sitting on my cock instead General? Should’ve thought of that before you stretched yourself that wide.’
Nate huffed a breath out of his nose at that thought, sending one back immediately. He projected the feeling of the plug pressing harshly into his prostate, right onto Logan.
Logan spluttered as he bucked into Wade with rough gasps. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He swore over and over as he finished inside of Wade. Wade just sighed, Nate couldn’t decide if it was out of satisfaction or disappointment though.
As they slowed down, Wade ground himself into Logan, loving the way his hole sounded even more sloppy now. “Mhm… Logie, fuck. I didn’t even cum yet!”
Nate smirked.
Logan scoffed, panting as he pet over Wade’s thighs. “Blame General Dick-Munch over here for throwing his own feelings onto me.” Logan panted again, feeling a bit high from such a quick orgasm. “He might as well have threw a god damn tantrum about not getting used the way he wants.”
Wade whined. “Nate! Come on!”
Nate huffed, he loved having control over them, even if it was a little bit. This whole not worrying thing was fun but Nate’s base instinct to control would sometimes win out. Especially when he hadn’t dropped yet.
Logan gripped his jaw between his index and thumb. “Bad Nate, bad boy.”
Nate hated the way his heart dropped at that. Fuck. Why did that hurt so much?
~
Nate gulped as he looked at dinner before him. A mandarine glazed duck breast with rice and vegetables. Good protein if not a little bit fatty and fresh as anything.
He cut up his food and tried to not think about… well, the huge plug in his ass.
He currently sat naked at the dinner table, legs spread wide under it.
Wade and Logan both looking pleased as punch, they helped each other get off without Nate interfering afterwards. Nate, however, had to sit and watch. Before then, dinner was done and he had to crawl his way out to the table. Fuck, why the hell did Logan not have curtains? Shit at least he knew no one was out there.
One bite and Nate was actually pretty distracted. This was some damn good food.
He didn’t talk much as he inhaled it. The other two did the same.
Once plates were clean, Nate was asked to clean up. Of course the other two just positioned their chairs to watch.
Oh but they weren’t but so cruel.
They gave him an apron.
Nate grit his teeth as he got up from the table, grabbing the plates and setting them in the sink along with the baking tray and rice cooker pot.
Nate swallowed as he heard Logan light up a cigar behind him. Wade already had his hand in his pajamas and was slowly jerking himself off.
Logan took a puff before speaking, “Well go on. We haven’t got all night Nate.”
Nate looked away from the two and into the sink, turning on the water. His mind wandered as he watched the sink fill up. Nate racked his brain, why was he allowed to help now?
God what we he doing here? This was so fucking embarrassing. Having his ass out and all plugged up.
And so god damn hot.
Oh why couldn’t Logan and Wade just fuck him already?
He imagined the two coming up behind him and pressing him down to the floor so the plug directly nudged into him, they shoved their cocks into his mouth and took turns fucking his throat. Using him.
Nate let out a soft breath as he turned back to his task, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling slowly taking over his brain. He grabbed the dish soap, squeezing it out onto the dishes and starting to scrub.
His mind wandered again.
This time he was bent over the sink and fucked with the plug, so rough and so hard that he had to hold onto the backsplash of the countertop to keep himself from falling over. His toes curling as he was kept on the very edge of the sink, his cock almost dipping into the water.
He shook that one off too and started to dry the plates one by one.
Quickly his mind went again, this time to the couch after his task was done. He was on his knees, in between Wade’s legs, warming his far too big strapon as the other two ignored him and watched a movie.
Fuck. He couldn’t tell which one he wanted more.
Too many choices.
Nate bit his lip, finally understanding himself a little bit more.
He quickly put the plates and dishes away before turning to Logan, hands held onto the rim of the kitchen sink for balance. He panted harshly, his cock visibly tenting the front of his apron.
Logan’s jeans were unzipped as he stroked his cock lazily and Wade was fucking himself with at least two fingers, if Nate had to guess. Still sloppy with Logan’s cum from before.
Nate swallowed, his mouth lolling open in long drawn out breaths. Too overwhelmed by his own thoughts, too overwhelmed by the two in front of him, too overwhelmed by everything.
“General? Did you hear me?” Wade said in between a soft moan.
Nate shook his head, it’s all he could do.
“I gave you an order.”
Right. Orders. Those help. Tell him what to do.
Nate swallowed again, very very fuzzy as he spoke, the weight of the plug keeping him grounded as it simultaneously sent him sky high.
“What-“ he shook his head, “What was the order, sir?”
Wade smirked, knowing that look all too well on Nate by now.
“Kneel.” Wade commanded.
Nate dropped with a thud. His metal leg clanging against the floor. A soft moan leaving his lips as the plug shifted inside him.
Logan grabbed him as he saw him start to go down to fast, he thankfully eased a little bit of the pain from his knees. Not that Nate could feel it with how far away he was.
God he was dropping hard and fast. The vulnerability was fucking terrifying but also the most exciting and erotic thing ever. To give in to the orders of whoever gave them, to do whatever they told because making his own choices was too hard. Too complex.
Even thinking felt exhausting now. Shit.
Wade blinked at him, just as surprised with how quickly he obeyed. He chuckled. “Good fucking boy Nate. Good boy!”
Nate let a small smile fall on his lips at the praise, even an unintentional sigh of happiness slipped. Oh praise, his favorite drug that he’d never admit to having an addiction to. How she seeped warmly into his veins and made all his troubles go away.
Nate sighed again as something was said but he couldn’t tell what. Something about him smiling he thinks.
Before long, Logan was in front of him, gripping his jaw.
He said a command, simple and firm. “Open.”
Nate didn’t even process that he stuck his tongue out too.
Suddenly, he felt silicone on his tongue and a leather mask around his jaw and back of head.
“Since you wanna get all your holes stuffed so badly, we brought you this present Pricilla.” Wade cooed, Nate had to guess he was up to three fingers now. He didn’t have enough energy to ignore the thought of ‘holes stuffed yes!’
The only tell that this mask wasn’t just a normal face mask, was the giant tube that came off from the mask and had a push-bulb on the end.
Logan bent down to his knees and placed a firm hand on Nate’s head, stroking his thumbs over his crows feet, scars, and eyebrows before returning to his hair and grabbing a handful. He didn’t pull but just held Nate in place. Nate sighed happily at the touch.
“Get in here, Summers.” Logan tapped the side of his head, right above his temple.
Nate obeyed and slipped his telepathy to sit right next to Logan’s mind.
‘Tell me in here, if at any point you can’t breathe. Tell me the safe word too if you ever need it.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Nate said mentally, all too desperate and breathy.
“Fuck, Nate…” Logan grunted as he grabbed the bulb and gave a push on it with his thumb. He spoke to Nate in his mind again, ‘this’ll teach you to want to help again. Isn’t it so much easier to just obey? Just to listen to your Corporal and Lieutenant?’
Nate made a surprised noise around the silicone in his mouth. Did it just move?
Logan pressed twice more. Oh it definitely moved, with a few more presses Nate’s tongue was being flattened against his bottom jaw and the bulb was so close to touching the back of his throat. Nate made a note that if he moves it could make him gag or brush the back of his tongue if he tries hard enough. He had never tried an inflatable gag before but felt amazing. It was kind of similar to sucking Wade’s strapon off but constantly having it down his throat.
Logan twisted off the tube and the push-bulb. Now, except for one small hole in the front of the mask, it looked exactly like Nate was just being a little extra cautious with his health. If Nate saw himself in the mirror he’d think all he’d need was a lingerie set and maybe a set of cat ears and he’d look like those femboys he and Logan were watching in porn last week.
Little would the onlookers know, that his mouth was stuffed fucking full by his Lieutenant and Corporal.
Logan spoke to him mentally again, ‘Not too much? You can breathe out of your nose, right?’
Nate nodded, loving the way the bulb pressed against his cheek and neck muscles as he moved. He even felt tears starting to prickle at the corners of his eyes.
‘I need an answer, General.’
‘Sir, yes, sir.’ Nate said, too shy to even make eye contact with Logan, knowing damn well how breathless and desperate he sounded in Logan’s mind.
Logan backed away from Nate, hissing like he had burned him. “Fuck- oh my god Wade he is fucking gone.”
Wade smiled, up to four fingers now. “I fucking told you he’d love it. Sub drop is an amazing thing. I want Nate to have it so he can relax and we can give it to him whenever we can and whenever he wants.” Wade giggle-moaned as he twisted his fingers. “That means getting something he can use whenever he wants! Nothing is too good for our General.”
Logan turned around with a thoughtful hum, looking at Nate, cock now leaking a little bit through the apron.
Logan gave himself a few more lazy strokes before he spoke. “No Wade- I wish I could tell you how he sounds, he sounds so fucking desperate. God I have never heard him more pitiful.”
Nate swore he tried his hardest to stop the whine that escaped around the gag, he really did try.
“Oh fuck. I heard that loud and clear. That’s not General anymore, is it? That’s our princess.”
Nate whined again, that time he didn’t even try.
Wade squealed so hard it made Logan’s ears ring. “Natey- oh my god!” Wade giggled again, moving around the table to go sit on the couch. He was about a yard away from where Wade was sitting. “I knew he was going to drop again but I didn’t expect it to be this good! You just want to obey and be a good girl, don’t you?”
Logan smirked, he took the apron off Nate and tossed it and his own clothes across the room and came to sit next to Wade on the couch. Eyes wide with a mixture of shock and absolute horny-ness.
Nate slowly turned to the other two, still on his knees, he didn’t even move but just pivoted.
“Princess. Come.” Wade commanded, pointing right between his legs.
Nate slowly lifted his head and moved his knees out from under him. Woah he felt wobbly as shit. He slowly crawled forwards, feeling the plug shift. He had to stop and pant for a moment, pre-cum dripping onto the hardwood. He kept going, soft moans and mewls barely heard around the inflatable gag. Eventually, he got closer and sat back on his knees and plopped his head right into Wade’s lap.
“Good girl princess! Who’s a good girl?” Wade ruffled Nate’s hair and Logan petted his cheek bones. If the gag didn’t cover his entire face, the other two could see his smile, thank god they chose one that did cover his face at least half way.
Wade pet the tears away that had collected on his crows feet. Whether they were from the gag, the pleasure, or the praise, Nate was unsure.
“C’mere princess.” Logan patted his lap, Nate was so lazy and happy he just moved his head over to Logan’s lap, not even bothering to move his body. He loved the way his hair felt on his chin and neck. “Gimme your hands, bub.” Logan motioned with one hand while he held what looked like sports tape in the other. “We don’t have actual cuffs for you yet, but we figured these will be a good test run. You alright with that?”
Nate quickly answered, ‘Whatever you want Lieutenant.’ He sighed lovingly, placing his head into Logan’s outstretched hand. He received a scratch under his chin for his troubles.
“Let’s try that again. Nate, I’m going to tie you up with these, is that okay?”
‘Sir, yes, sir.’ Nate sighed, desperation not flagging once form his mind’s voice.
Logan groaned. “Fuck his voice, Wade… god this is so much better than what I expected.”
“Come mere Princess, give corporal some attention while your lieutenant ties you up.” Wade made a come here motion.
Nate was quickly back where he was, Wade positioned his gaged head to rest right between his thighs.
It was at this moment, Nate realized that he could smell through the mask. He groaned around the plug, forcing himself deeper into Wade’s cunt, to get as close as possible. Wade gasped as he rutted his clit against Nate’s forehead.
Fucking shit. Nate didn’t expect this kind of play to get him as hard guy as it did. To give his partners pleasure before himself? Oh god it made him even more horny and desperate, to think they might not even let him get off.
Before hand, when he would only top, Nate would always focus on his partners first and himself second. Giving them pleasure over and over and over again. This was kind of the same, it still gave him that beautiful desperation of want and desire. Yet, he felt more in a position of honor than when he topped. to be given this privilege of getting close to Wade, even if it wasn’t to cum. Nate, beforehand, would always give his partners what he thought they wanted, now, he got to be given what his partners thought he wanted while the wanted they also took their own pleasure. That was Nate’s pleasure. Whatever they decided would happen to him, he trusted them to let him enjoy it.
Funny how last week he was so scared of losing control and being vulnerable in front of these two, now he couldn’t imagine not being on his knees in front of them, getting off to Wade’s pussy smell. This addiction really wasn’t going to let up now. Stupid hot sexy soldier in his dreams! How dare he make his sex life this good.
This sort of thing definitely grounded him but not that much because he didn’t even notice Logan was done tying him up. He was too deep in Wade’s scent to care.
Logan suddenly yanked him away from Wade, causing both of them to whine.
He pulled a pillow off the couch and placed it under Nate’s head before he let him drop to the floor, head tilted to the side so he got a good view of the couch. Logan had tied his left wrist to his left ankle and his right wrist to his right ankle, causing Nate to lean forward in a sort of triangle shape. Face down, ass up.
Logan bent Wade over in the same position on the couch. Wade was the one to speak though. “Natey, up here sweetie. My pretty princess wants to get a happy ending, doesn’t he?”
Nate’s not sure what Wade meant but he nodded enthusiastically into the pillow.
“Good girl. I knew you would.” Wade let out a soft sigh as Logan entered his cunt again. “Do me a favor, and do the mind-orgasm thing with me, yeah? I know how much you love having your cunt stuffed in your dreams, so let’s see if you can cum from me getting fucked, yeah? Trust me, I wish we could really swap, for now, this’ll do.”
Nate’s eyes turned half lidded and he nodded.
Wade’s mind was like jello, messy unless you eat it with a spoon, and Nate didn’t have a single spoon in the house that was his mind, only a single, really shit, butter knife.
But he was able to feel before he could read his mind, just like in the dreams. So maybe if… Nate just tried to feel instead of read him.
Nate gasped around the gag as he bucked. Trying so hard to get more friction on his non-existent clit, he could still feel his cock swaying between his legs and the plug deep in his ass, stretching him out so much.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Wade said in between Logan’s shallow thrusts.
Nate just nodded. Shit this was different than a cock for sure.
In the wet dream he could feel an orgasm ripping through his dream cunt but it definitely wasn’t as sensitive as this, the dream was more like a sparkler he felt in his pelvis for a little while, until it burned out.
This though?
This was a fucking forest fire and Wade hadn’t even cum yet.
Wade held his clit in between his index and thumb, slowly jacking himself off. Nate enjoyed the way the skin of his hood slid back and forth under his textured fingers and the way it made his own cock feel so fucking tiny.
Suddenly, Logan bucked his hips into them. Nate gasped so hard that he gaged around the silicone for a moment. Causing the plug to shift and brush right up against his prostate again.
Nate was suddenly very jealous that Wade had such a quick prep-time.
Logan replaced Wade’s hand with his own, rubbing his clit in circles as he shallowly and lovingly fucked into him.
Both Wade and Nate twitched as their pelvis’ bucked forward at the change of pace and angle.
Wade leaned back onto Logan, following him onto the couch so his could ride Logan and get a much quicker pace going.
“Peanut… peanut, need more.” Wade gasped, spreading his legs and giving Logan and Nate a full show as Logan jerked his clit off, speeding up as Wade did.
And well… Logan didn’t need to be told twice.
Nate let out a shaken breath, his hands gripping around his ankles as moans were ripped from his throat and muffled slightly by the gag. His sounds coming out a bit bubbly with how much saliva had collected in his mouth.
With each thrust, Nate’s hips were shoved forwards into the pillow, causing the plug to jostle inside of him and brush against his prostate. That, combined with Logan’s deep thrusts and clit abuse, he wasn’t going to last long.
He gasped around the plug in his mouth, resisting the urge to bite and chew, not that he really could anyway. His hips thrusted into the air weekly. He hear Wade make a vague joke about them being able to be really amazing synchronized divers.
Suddenly, with blood in his ears and a heavy moan being ripped from him, he thumped the top of his feet against the ground, feeling like he was dying, getting stuffed in all holes and forced to cum from his mentally borrowed pussy.
Nate’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body began to spasm and shake. His hips thrusting into nothing as he and Wade reached at the same time. Fuck Nate couldn’t stop cumming, not that he wanted too. The shaking and spurting he felt from his cock was minor in comparison to his ass and pussy clenching and clenching over and over.
Just when Nate had stopped spasming, he noticed Logan hadn’t cum yet. Logan sent him a wink and a thought of ‘hold on tight princess.’
Logan thrusted his hips forward, extending Wade’s orgasm as he was just about to finish, Logan riled him up again, thrusting about a dozen times before filling Wade up.
Nate didn’t even register Logan thrusting though as he was shaking and cumming a second time. The pure filthy thought of Logan making him pregnant sending him over the edge.
Nate’s hips shook as he screamed around the gag, his fingers clenching and unclenching in their restraints over and over as it shook through him nonstop. A light blue glow softly enveloped every item in the room, Nate’s TK didn’t move anything but just gripped on to it. As if for stability.
The other two, sweaty, hot and panting, looked at Nate and the room in pure awe.
“Fuck, he ain’t stopping, is he?” Logan mumbled with a soft whistle.
“He’s cumming just like a girl.” Wade bit his lip and rubbed his over sensitive clit a few more times just so Nate could feel it.
Nate jerked his hips away, hot tears streaming down his cheeks at this point as he flinched away from the overstimulation. Yet, he had no choice but to take it.
Once Wade stopped, Nate sobbed around the gag as he fell over on his side, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gave heavy pants through the gag. His voice too horse to make anymore sounds. The blue glow slowly fading away off of every item in the room as Nate came down.
He laid in a sweaty heap, upon the bearskin rug, panting, exhausted, and worn out. His chest and muscly-body rising and falling with each heavy breath. A soft chuckle leaving his lips as he caught a partial through from Logan, ‘ruined… bear skin rug.’
Nate had his hands and wrists untied, too tired to even whine in protest, he let the other two take care of him. Felt like he had no choice because he didn’t want to have a choice. Like his choices were taken from him for his own good. God what a delightful feeling.
Logan massaged his jaw as he inserted the tube again to deflate the gag. With a very wet ‘pop’ the gag came out and Nate adjusted his jaw, moving it and stretching it. He sniffled a bit, watching the two before him look at him in a fond heap on the floor. They laid there with him in front of the fire on the mess of a bear skin rug, grabbing water and a snack if Nate wanted it. He really couldn’t eat anything after dinner.
He did manage to tell Logan one thing though, ‘plug, out, now.’
Logan nodded and grabbed the lube they had earlier and rolled Nate onto his back, Wade holding his thighs up to help. Massaging them too for extra effect. “Nate… you did so fucking amazing. That was great! Did you like it?”
Nate just nodded, a small smile on his lips.
“I want to ask more questions tomorrow-“ Nate interrupted Wade with a loud but tried groan as the plug stretched his rim out and was tossed aside, he could feel his hole winking at Logan as it clenched around nothing. He felt another partial thought from Logan, an urge to resist fucking into him or to stick his fingers back in him. “-but for now, after care for my princess is more important.”
Nate appreciated that, his body heaving, a bit more relaxed now with the plug gone.
Nate’s not sure how he got here but he was in the tub with Logan and Wade. Logan insisted he get a larger tub, Nate told him it was ridiculous at the time but now he felt stupid for even thinking of rejecting the idea.
Nate slowly was brought back to life as the other two had him drink water while they washed him. Nate quietly obeyed, even now. He let out a big sigh and sunk low into the tub his nose blowing bubbles into the pink water. It was that color due to some kind of way too-expensive bath bomb Wade insisted on getting and using. He may have bought one for every day of their trip.
Logan waved a hand in front of Nate. “Earth to Nathan! Hello?”
Wade chuckled beside him. “Or do we still have Princess?”
Nate blushed deeply, his post orgasmic haze finally lifting and his thoughts came rushing back to him.
“There’s Nate.” Logan smiled.
Nate coughed and choked on some of the glittery-pink water for a moment. The other two just helped him through it until he was done.
“God…” Nate said tiredly.
“Good?” Wade whispered, leaning slightly on Nate.
“Great. Even.” Nate sighed but really could feel himself starting to spiral and drop hard. Damage control time.
“Can we go to sleep now?” Nate wasn’t sure why he was asking permission. Oh there he goes, diving head first, deeper another layer into the spiral.
Logan chuckled and raised a brow, so did Wade. “Sure, bub.” Logan said softly
“Great.” Nate mumbled and stood up so fast that the water splashed out of the side of the tub.
The others met him just as quickly, drying him off. He was too tired to even indulge in the urge to say ‘I’m fine’ or ‘don’t worry about me’ or ‘I can do it myself.’ He just let them work, no longer complaining and frankly he was too afraid to find out what would happen if he were to complain.
He let them walk him to bed and cuddle into his sides. Nate didn’t even have time to let himself spiral more before he drifted off to sleep.
However, he did remember he left the kettle over the fire.