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Across the bar, Konig stares at the new recruit flirting with you, as you allow it to happen. He sits in a booth, manspreading beneath the table as his pants begin to feel tighter. Konig slouches in the vinyl booth, arm propped up on the back of the seat with his third glass of cheap whiskey in hand. Konig is used to people making advances towards you and flirting, but with an hour left before the challenge ends, he promises himself that you won’t be seeing anything but the back of a blindfold for a few hours, his eyes for the rest of the time he has you in his bed. But it’s strange that you hadn’t seen the other man involved tonight. Usually, Ghost wouldn’t let you out of his sight, but you shrug and assume he’s doing his best to win the challenge the two were given.
The challenge was simple: Konig and Ghost were to have no contact with you for five days, Monday through Friday, and if either of them gave in and so much as spoke to you it would be considered a loss. Now that it was eleven PM in that crowded bar, Konig was ready to cave and grab you by the waist, throw you over his shoulder, and carry you away to have his fun. But he couldn’t, not quite yet. He feels possessive over you, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep mixed with the alcohol he’s had.
“Y/N,” Konig growls under his breath, still staring at you in the dim light of the bar as the recruit rests his hand on your thigh. You don’t resist or move away and your eyes glaze over to where the large man sits in the corner with a small smirk on your face. You have been aware of his presence for much longer than he thought, and the recruit’s hand slides higher up your thigh to the hem of the skimpy dress you decided to wear. You notice that Konig’s eyes seem to darken as you let the recruit touch you. It’s clear that he isn’t going to be gentle with you tonight as the glass of whiskey disappears under his mask and reappears a moment later completely empty.
Another masked man sits down next to Konig after glancing at you. It’s Ghost. There’s a glaze over his eyes that matches the drunken glassiness of Konig’s, and a hint of mischief in both of them as they talk with each other, occasionally glancing over at you. They watch as the recruit continues to order you drinks and rub your thigh, getting dangerously close to what belongs to them.
By the end of the night, you’re tipsy, and the unnamed recruit grabs your hand, trying to lead you away from the bar. Most likely to have sex with you. You begin to struggle against his grip, telling him that you didn’t want to go with him. There were fifteen minutes left before the challenge ended, but Ghost sets his glass down after two and stands to walk to you. Loss or not, he wasn’t going to let this recruit fuck with you and try to force you into sleeping with him. Konig stands with him, walking towards the recruit swiftly, weaving in between people in the crowd, pushing some out of the way.
Once both men reach you, Ghost grabs your arm and Konig places a large hand on the recruit’s shoulder with an indiscernible look in his eyes. The smoke filling the dim bar burns your throat and makes everything seem hazy, but those piercing eyes are one thing that you can’t help but focus on. You’ve seen Konig angry before but this was different. This was an obsession, the need to stop anyone else from touching you. The need to protect you. The same look was in Ghost’s eyes, but he looked directly at you instead of the recruit. It was almost as if he was telling you you were his without needing to speak a single word and you knew that you were in for it the rest of the night, maybe even the rest of the weekend for letting another man touch you just to tease them.
“Leave, Jetzt,” Konig growls, leaning down closer to the recruit so he can be heard over the chatter of the bar. The recruit’s eyes widen a bit and he pulls his shoulder away from Konig’s firm hand. He takes a step back, intimidated by the presence of two men larger than him with murder in their eyes. With little hesitation, the man tries to turn his expression to one of nonchalant apathy, mumbling something under his breath as he grabs his drink and walks away from you three.
“You both lose, y’know,” You tease, voice low as you look from Ghost to Konig, glancing back at Ghost. They stare at you, moving a bit closer so they can hear you over the music and other noise of the slowly busying bar, and so you can hear them.
“Weren’t going to let you get dragged away by someone else. You’re ours, Sweetheart,” Ghost drawls, whiskey on his breath. Konig doesn’t speak, but instead stands there with his arms crossed, anxiously shifting his weight from one foot to the other repeatedly as the bulge in his pants refuses to go away. His cock twitches with anticipation, pushing against the zipper of his pants uncomfortably. Noticeably.
“Well, I suppose since you both forfeited, there’s no real way to decide a winner,” the same teasing tone remains in your voice as you speak to them, one of your hands moving to rest on Ghost’s shoulder, rubbing it softly. All three of you know where this night is going to lead, and no one is complaining since you’ve had no contact for most of the week.
It isn’t the first time both men have had you in the same bed at the same time, but it is the first time it’s been a dimly lit hotel room rented on the spot. They’re too impatient for the long taxi ride back to either of their houses and so are you.
The hotel isn’t clean, but it certainly isn't filthy. You three had slept in worse places while out on operations together. One memorable instance was the jungle, where you couldn’t escape the bugs and the mud finding its way into your gear no matter what you did to stop it. There are no bugs, and thankfully no mud in the hotel. The only issues seem to be stains on the wall and dust on the shelves and tables as if the room was neglected a deep clean for a few weeks but the sheets are clearly freshly washed and that’s all that really matters at this moment as Konig grabs your waist from behind and Ghost turns the deadbolt of the door until it clicks. There’s no escaping now, but why would you want to?
“Y/N,” Ghost growls, his hazel eyes meeting yours as he walks around to stand in front of you. But those eyes don’t stay on yours for long as they graze slowly over your body in that tight little dress. White, tight, and revealing every single detail under it with the fabric stretched over your curves. “I bet you can’t wait to be taken by us both again,” Ghost continues, looking at you through his brows. Your nipples harden in the cool air conditioning and from the pads of Konig’s fingers as they brush over your chest, moving to the straps of your dress. With a nod from Ghost, Konig slides the straps down your shoulders slowly, grabbing the side hem next and slowly pulling the dress lower and lower, sliding the fabric off your body. Soon, that skimpy dress pools at your ankles and only your bare skin remains for the men to run their eyes, hands, and tongues over at their own pace.
“You smell so good, Mein Liebling,” Konig purrs as he buries his face in your hair and neck, inhaling deeply your scent. His hands move to tangle in your hair gently, wrapping your locks around his fist before pulling down swiftly, making your head tilt all the way back. You can look him in the eye at this angle and they’re filled with nothing but lust for you. A small gasp escapes as you feel a warm, wet tongue and a pair of soft lips meet your neck, pecking their way down your collarbone and towards your breast. When those lips wrap around your left nipple, a spark of electric arousal courses through your core and your brain fills with foggy lust.
All you can do with Konig’s hand pulling your hair is look into his eyes as Ghost’s right hand squeezes your other breast as his lips remain on your left. His left hand rests on your hip as he slowly lowers himself to his knees, lips, and hand following him down.
“Relax, Liebling, Konig says as Ghost does this. You can feel a smile through Konig’s mask as he presses his mouth to your neck. With a deep inhale, Ghost groans and presses his nose to your cunt, thumbs separating your lips as you squirm under his touch. You feel Konig’s erect cock pressing against your lower back, and his free hand snakes around to grab your throat, squeezing just enough to restrict the blood flow to your brain. You get lightheaded and your knees weaken enough that the only thing keeping you standing after a while is Konig’s grip on your hair and on your throat.
“Your smell… your taste… it’s intoxicating,” Ghost whispers into your cunt. You can feel the smooth, wet tongue lapping up your lust between your legs as strong hands grip the front of your thighs, thumbs still holding your lips apart so that Ghost has better access to your delicious cunt. His tongue circles your clit before his lips wrap around it, and he sucks your clit gently, nibbling at it ever so slightly with his front teeth which causes the arousal to spread to your fingertips. Steady jolts of electricity course through your body, every nerve ending alive with the pleasure you feel from the lightheaded drone-like state and the mouth between your legs, moving you right along towards climax slowly. Slowly, Ghost stops, licking his lips and nodding to Konig, who lets you go. Your shaky legs nearly give out beneath you as the blood rushes back to your head after being restricted for so long.
Ghost stands, smirking as he lowers the mask back over his nose and mouth, eyes meeting yours once again seductively as his hand takes the place where Konig’s was on your throat. You don’t resist as he moves to the bed, taking you with him. Konig stays where he is, taking off his belt and dropping it to the ground. The button and the zipper of his pants are the next things his hands reach for, and he removes his pants and his boxers. Konig’s large cock stands stiffly with a drop of precum at the tip, twitching as it begs to be buried inside you. Almost gently, Ghost has you lie down on the hotel bed. The bedding is soft on your back as he stands at the foot of the bed, contemplating in what way he wanted to use you.
“Head off the edge of the bed, sweetheart,” Ghost commanded in a tone filled with desire. With a pause, you look at him but shortly comply. “That’s a good girl, look at how well you listen,” He continues, whispering now as he pulls his T-shirt over his shoulders. You can’t help but steal a glance at his bare back as his rough hands reach for his button and zipper just as Konig did.
“Like a good little Schlampe,” Konig taunted as he walked forward, caressing your cheek with his calloused hand. Both men still wore their masks, and all you could see was their eyes full of lust.
“Like a toy,” Ghost whispers, hands running up your thighs, then back down to your knees. With a stern grip, his hands move your legs apart, spreading your thighs for him with a slight smile seen in the creasing at the corners of his eyes. You whimper as Ghost’s fingers swipe over your cunt, rubbing your already sensitive clit for a moment longer before plunging deeply inside you, pumping in and out to prepare you for what will come. You can’t help but moan softly as Ghost finger fucks you, and as Konig strokes his thick cock above your face. A single drop of his slick pre falls on your neck, slowly trailing down towards the sheets beneath you.
Almost without warning, Ghost withdraws his fingers and lifts the bottom of his mast up to push the two he used into his mouth, licking your juices off of them and sucking the slick from his skin. With a smirk, he rests his large hands on your hips and positions himself between your thighs, lowering the mask one more time. With a nod to the eager Konig, Ghost presses the head of his cock to your entrance at the same time that Konig moves closer, his head pressed right to your lips.
“Open up, Mein Leibling,” Konig ordered in a low voice, eyes staring into your own. Even with the tone in his voice, you can’t help but see the love in his eyes that sits just beyond the lust. Suddenly, you feel a sharp slap on your cunt from Ghost.
“Go on, Sweetheart, do as he says,” Ghost warns with a raised hand, threatening to smack your cute little cunt again. You don’t comply quite fast enough for his liking, and he smacks you once more, harder this time. Hard enough to make you gasp, allowing Konig’s head to push past your lips and into your mouth. Simultaneously, Ghost pushes his cock into your cunt slowly, letting you get used to his size slowly. He groans as he pushes into your cervix with your lips wrapping around the wide base of his cock.
With each thrust, you moan. And with your moans, Konig can slowly push himself deeper into your mouth until your throat is full of his cock. You can feel him throb as he pushes as deep as he can, beginning to slowly thrust as you gag and as tears form in your eyes from being throat fucked, even if it’s gentle. No matter how gentle Konig is, there’s no getting around his size, which never fails to ruin your mascara.
While Konig slowly moves his hips to fuck your throat, Ghost wastes no time by letting you get accustomed to his size and only starts out slow for his own pleasure before gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks and thrusting into your cunt with a feverish need. As if he’d not seen you in years. You feel him slamming against your cervix, moving your whole body back at a pace faster than Konig was moving, but causing you to take his cock down your throat much quicker than he is moving.
Konig grabs your hair almost like a leash once it really starts to feel good for him, the same electricity coursing in his veins that was in yours earlier. Using your hair as leverage, he starts roughly fucking your throat by slowly increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts until he and Ghost are moving in sync. Drool runs down your face and slick down your thighs as the grunts of pleasure and effort from both men fill the room. The only sounds you are able to make are a half moan, half gag, muffled by the cock shoved down your throat.
Ghost leans down to kiss and suck your breasts again, causing more pleasure to build in your body. As both men climb towards their climax while using your holes, you can feel their cocks begin to throb more, twitching occasionally. Konig is the first to finish, pulling himself as deep as he can into your throat with a moan and a grunt, cum spurting down your throat and onto your tongue as he pulls out.
“Swallow it,” Ghost says lowly, biting down on your shoulder so hard you’re sure there will be a mark. There might even be blood, it feels like he broke the skin. You obey, swallowing the cum despite the soreness of your throat.
“You have such a tight little cunt for me, Slut,” Ghost growls as he nears release, thrusting deeper and harder into you before cumming, slamming his hips against yours to cum as deeply as he can with a groan of relief. “That’s a good girl, taking me so well,” Ghost teases as he pulls out, cum dripping beneath you on the sheets. “But we’re not quite done with you, yet…” He continues, plunging his fingers into your sore cunt to tease you a bit, thumb making small circles around your clit and driving you wild.
You moan as he uses his fingers on you, bringing you so close to your orgasm slowly. The less-than-clean room fades away and you close your eyes, moaning and arching your back as the rough fingertips switch between your insides and your clit, moving deliciously, in such a way that makes you feral for more. You spread your legs enough that the feeling of your stretched muscles only adds to the pleasure you feel. Your orgasm sits just out of reach, all you need is a push off the edge into ecstasy.
That’s when Ghost stops, just long enough for your orgasm to slip away. Konig takes over, his thumb rubbing your clit in the opposite direction as he gets on his knees. His tongue presses into your entrance, lapping up the mess of cum and slick between your legs as Ghost sits in the corner chair stroking his own cock, going for a second climax. Konig keeps one hand on your cunt and the other on his cock, stroking it in rhythm with how he rubs you, licking up all the pussy and cum he can eagerly like he was starved and this was the only thing he was offered in days. The enthusiasm was unmatched and you can see his eyes roll back from your taste and the feeling of his hand on himself.
Your orgasm quickly approaches again and you’re allowed by Konig’s eager mouth. With an arch of your back, you fall over the edge and into the pool of ecstasy and dopamine below. Your vision goes black, and the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat for several moments as you enjoy the feeling of your orgasm traveling from your core to your head and all the way down to your fingertips, gripping the sheets in one hand and your hair in the other.
Not much else you can remember as both men finish for a second time and clean you up after using you like never before. You catch a glimpse of what’s in Ghost’s bag, however. Crops, cuffs, and toys of many varieties. But not for tonight, you assume as they lay down next to you, kissing your face and your neck, moving all the way to your shoulders on some occasions, and whispering praise to you. They tell you how good you did for them as you all three fall asleep in that dusty hotel room, on the newly soiled bed under the soft bedding.
The wind howls against the cracked hotel window, stars not visible in the light-polluted sky of the city. You lay awake as both men lay next to you; Ghost on the left and Konig on your right. Looking over at the window, you realize just where you were in your life to be sleeping with two of your superiors consistently. There was nothing emotional between you three otherwise, and they’d never hinted at wanting more than you gave them. But somewhere along the line, they became possessive over you and you let it happen.
What would happen if you asked for more? If you wanted intimacy instead of just sex? Your thoughts slowly slipped away with the wind as you lay there, eyelids drooping with alcohol and tiredness, slowly drifting off to sleep. Even if it was the fitful sleep you get accustomed to being in the military, at least you were no longer alone with your thoughts.