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The rope around his wrists is tight, pulling at his invisible arms and keeping them pinned tight against his lower back as his eyes flick around the room.
His robe is loose around his waist, pooling around his legs in a way that leaves only his lower half covered. When he shifts, the rope connecting his wrists to his calves pull and makes his shoulders ache. It's soft, not rough, and he kind of wishes that it was biting into his skin so it could distract him from the way his heart races in his chest.
There's no sound apart from his own heavy breathing, not sight besides the single bright light that hangs somewhere above his head, casting everything but his prone form in dark shadows that he can't see beyond.
His head flicks this way and that, yellow eyes scanning for any movement, for any sign of life, but there's none.
The room is warm, the air scorching his skin and making it shiver even as his hands and feet go numb from the restraint. His hat had be removed by an invisible force awhile ago, and he wishes he had the cover to hide his expression behind.
"Tell us how the traffic light system works." He flinches at the voice to his right, the sudden sound echoing in the other wise silent room. The tone is soft and smooth and above all else familiar in a way that makes his shoulders slacken and his stomach untwists as he pictures soft hands and an even softer chest.
"Green means go" His own voice is rough and thready, but he pushes on. "Yellow means pause and check in, red means stop immediately"
"And our safe word?" A different voice, to his left this time, this one is deeper but still smooth and his mind flashes with the images of pale oak skin.
"Mainframe" He whispers, feeling the beginnings of arousal begin to curl in his stomach and roll down to his already half hard cock.
"Tell us what's about to happen" Mismatched eyes flash in his mind, completing the picture of his three lovers that he knows are hiding in the shadows and just out of sight, and he swallows roughly.
"You're-" His voice catches. "You're going to take me apart, and then...put me back together again"
Three separate hums, all sounding pleased, and he shudders hard at the next words.
"Good boy"
There's clicking, like heels and boots moving across the floor and he feels his whole body tense up as they get closer and louder, his heart rate starting to speed up because he still can't see. The light above him only does its job of keeping him illuminated while keeping everything else dark.
The footsteps seems to echo all around him, so much so that he can't place where they're coming from. He whips his gaze around rapidly, but he can't catch sight of any of them.
He narrows his eyes in a random direction, "...Well are you gonna-"
A hand grabs his cross from behind and pulls, his neck cracking with the sudden force. Before he can get a sound out, before the hiss can leave him, a mouth is crashing against his.
He taste coffee and spearmint, the contradicting flavors stealing his breath. His eyes roll closed as he tries his best to kiss back just as fiercely, but the angle makes it hard.
A tongue ravishes his mouth, licking over his own and pressing against his teeth and canines hard enough he’s almost worried he's going to break skin, before another smaller hand is pressing to the center of his bare chest.
He grunts, feeling his face burn as the hand trails down and down until it can pull his robe fully away, his hard dick standing in the open air. A choked sound leaves him when the length of him is licked, lips sucking at the very head before all touch is leaving him again.
He slumps, head falling to his chest and he hisses at the feel of saliva running down his chin from such a sloppy kiss. His eyes open, then widen when he sees Caine and Queenie in front of him. "Fuck" He huffs, eyes scanning their figures.
Queenie is wearing lingerie, a shear dark blue piece that consists of nothing but a bra and panties. They cling to her, her tits pushed up and her thighs twitching with her movements. The heels she's wearing are the same color and they go all the way up to her knees, the sight of them making his head spin.
Caine is in something similar; his own only being silk boxers, long silk gloves, and a bra with lose spaghetti straps. They both stare at him from where they are sat on their knees before him, their eyes dark and heated.
A hand brushes over his shoulders and Dictator moves to look at the other man that's now in his eye line, his whole body aching at the sight.
Kinger is wearing silk panties that do nothing to hide his straining erection, the fabric bulging almost obscenely. His bra is more like a crop top, though the support presses his chest up and together to give the impression of breasts.
Fuck.
Dictator shifts on his knees, wincing at the ache in his limbs. "You just planning on staring at me?" He asks, trying his best to fake bravado. "Or are you actually going to do something?"
Queenie hums at him, head tilting to the side. "Are you going to be bratty all night? Or should we just gag you now and-" A hand grabs his thigh, nails pressing against the skin. "Train you properly?"
Train him. Likes he's a dog.
"I dare you" He growls back, narrowing his eyes. "I'll bite"
Slap!
His head spins to the side with the force he’s hit with, his cheek stinging with it. The pain is nothing new, if anything- it's exciting. He laughs, head turning back to Queenie and he knows his eyes show his grin. "That all you got?"
Queenie stares at him for a bit longer, her eyes searching, before she stands to her feet. "Caine, be a dear and help me, please"
Immediately the AI is shuffling closer to the woman, his hands moving up strong legs until he’s grabbing the hip straps of her panties. "Of course" Caine nods, his teeth a fetching shade of red. "Always"
Dictator watches as the panties are pulled down and Queenie steps out of them, before his eyes dart up to her cunt. The skin there is soft and slick already and when he catches a glance at the crotch of silk material he can see there's some there too.
"What are you-" His question is cut off when Queenie takes the panties in her hand, moving to kneel once again. He stares as she shifts up and he follows her movements, tilting his head up slightly to keep her face in his view.
Her eyes are bright and they almost burn him, but he swallows back the arousal and replaces it with snark. "What? You going to stare me into submission or something?"
Queenies eyes darken and then she's grabbing Dictators cross and pulling.
He gasps with the feel of it, his neck aching and head swimming, before something soft and damp is being shoved into his open mouth. He yelps, the sound muffed by silk and lace until it's all he can taste.
No. That's not all he can taste. No he can taste Queenie too, her slick, her pleasure, sinking down his throat as he tries to swallow the saliva that's built up in his mouth. "Hm-!" He jolts, eyes squeezing shut when what had just happened hits him.
Queenie had just gagged him with her panties.
Good lord.
He gives a hard jolt, his eyes fluttering at the taste, the texture- god everything. He slumps against himself, head dropping to his chest as he shakes and shakes, his wrists straining against their tie and his calves throbbing with the movement. "Hmm-"
"There we go!" A condescending pat on his shoulder. "That should shut you up!" A body moves behind him and grabs his wrists where they're tied. "Give us the safe word for when you can't speak"
So this was going to be a thing, he thinks to himself as he grunts, feeling drool run down his chin. He snaps his fingers once, his chest swelling when there are three hums of satisfaction.
Caine moves then and he snaps his own fingers, a small rectangle box appearing in his free hand. Dictator stares as the ringmaster moves closer to him, their knees nudging together. "Okay" Caines chest expands with the breath he takes, but he looks excited. "Let's get started!"
Dictator can only watch as Queenie hands Caine a bottle of lube then, and he feels his throat ache when Caine opens the box. He can't see what's in it from this angle, but he shifts on his knees, his shoulders pressing against Kingers chest, feeling lace and silk against his bare skin.
"Can-" He looks at Kingers face over his shoulder as best he can, watching his blue eyes lid with arousal. "-we do this even if he’s hard? Doesn't he need to be soft?"
"Normally yes" Queenie nods, eyes on the open box. "But something tells me he's okay with a little pain and discomfort"
Dictator feels confused as he looks between all three of them, his jaw working- and cheek still smarting- as he tries and fails to talk because what? What are they on about?
Caine nods along to Queenie, and then he's finally grabbing something out of the box and lifting it up.
Oh.
Dictator tenses at the sight of a sounding rod, the steel reflecting the light above him and making it almost glow. It's bumpy and rigid, with a ring at the very top that Caine places his finger through. He stares as Caines soaks the object in lube, watching as some drips off and onto the floor next to his kneeling form.
"Hmm-" He swears to himself when Queenie grabs his cock at the base, her fingers soft and gentle on his skin. "Remember to breathe dear" Queenies whispers into the air. "And do try to stay still"
The hands on his wrists tighten. "I'll make sure he does"
Dictator feels pinned from all sides as the rod gets closer and closer to his cock, lube dripping from the end and on to his overheated flesh. "Mhhk-" He chokes when the end presses against his slit. "Ghk-"
"Breathe in" He follows the direction, eyes going wide and body going rigid. His hands scrambling against nothing before he's able to grab one of Kingers own, their fingers locking together tight.
"And out" He does, and the rod presses in.
When it begins to sink inside of him, it's pressure, it's a lot. It's not painful in anyway, but it's different to say the least. Each bump that passes through the tip makes his stomach twist with arousal, his head spin with amazement because oh that's actually going inside.
Then, pleasure.
His head falls back against Kingers shoulder as the feeling begins to fill him, his eyes rolling back and a long moan escaping him. The pleasure starts in his cock and then spreads out into all of his limbs, making them shake. His mind blanks, not a single thought other then 'Pleasure' getting through the sudden and unexpected haze.
His balls ache, they twitch. He feels precum drip out from around the rod and run down his shaft in a steady stream and he can't catch his breath anymore. The feeling is addicting- overwhelming.
Sounds spill from him without his control, his chest heaving and sweat running down his back and forehead as he tries his best to try and settle himself. He tilts his face, hiding it in Kingers neck and breathing in the scent of his sweat and skin. "Ghmmm-!"
He has to fight the urge to jolt when a particularly sensitive spot is pressed against and then dragged over, his whole body going freezing cold and then hot the longer he stares at the inside of his own eyes lids.
Hands press over his shoulders and run down, rubbing over his chest and stomach, before they press down in his thighs. "You're doing so well" Queenies voice breaks through the haze, ghosting over his cheek. "So good for us, being so so good for us"
Dictator feels his face burn but he cracks his eyes open to stare into amber, taking in how soft and sweet they are when looking at him. "Hmmf-" He furrows his brows, forgetting once again that he can't speak.
There's a laugh behind him, kisses pressed to his shoulders, "Hes shaking" Kinger whispers into his skin. "Trembling"
Queenie laughs softly, one of her hands moving to cup Dictators cheek to turn it towards her. "Watch" Her eyes dart down "Watch as it sinks into you"
Dictator swallows the best he can, eyes squeezing shut for a long moment before he follows his lovers gaze.
The sight of his cock, the color matching the rest of his body but head a dark purple, makes him shudder. It twitches over and over again, the rod about half way inside of him keeps catching the light. His chest stutters at the sight of it, his eyes burning with the time he keeps them open to stare at himself.
It looks painful, but it feels amazing.
"Just a bit more" Caine says, his own eyes on the length in front of him, his gaze is so hot and intense that Dictator feels his body burn. "Just a bit more"
As he speaks, he presses the rod in gently, the sounds it produces echoing in the room around them and making Dictator choke on a gasp. "Ngk-" His head rolls, his shoulders going slack at the feeling that courses through him.
"What's the plan for after?" Kinger asks before him, like hes asking about the weather. "Do we have a plan? Or are we just planning to leave him like this for a while?"
"Hmm" Queenie hum, looking over to the pale chest piece. "Well I suppose we could do whatever we want, not like he can stop us" It's said kindly, sweetly, and Dictator knows that it's not true. With a single snap of his fingers everything will stop, he has the power to do just as much as the others.
But the idea that he doesn't?
"Oh!" Caine laughs suddenly and when Dictator looks, he can see his own cock weeping, pre almost seeming to pour out of him. "I think I liked that!"
Three laughs. His whole being burns.
The rod slides all the way in, the ring at the top pressing snug against his slit, and Dictator goes limp against the feeling, his eyes going blurry and his body lighting up with nothing but pure pleasure.
"That's right" Kinger murmurs against his cheek, his voice soft. "Sing for us"
He is, he realizes.
A long, high pitched whine is forced out of him and he can't stop it, it burns his throat, making his stomach twist with the way it comes out. And unstoppable sound that goes on and on. He tries to swallow it back, tries to stifle it, but he can't.
"Gorgeous" Someone says, but he can't tell who. "So beautiful for us"
He turns his face back into Kingers neck, feeling something run down his cheeks. "Hm-ghk-fmm-" He shakes his head, but he can't focus. "Gkkk-"
"I want to hear him" Caine. "I want- can I?"
"Go on sweetheart" Queenies whispers, "He's been good so far"
A hand, large and strong tilts his head and he blinks his eyes open to see Caine now standing before him, teeth red and gum flushed. He doesn't even react to Caine reaching out and gripping the panties in his mouth, his gasp audible as he sucks in desperate gasps for air.
The feel of three gazes on him, three sets of eyes on his teary face and shaking body is to much. He looks up to Caine, forcing his voice low. "What you think you're gonna' do, huh?" He bites out, eyes flicking down to Caines boxers and the noticeable bulge in the front. "What? You think you can actually do something with that tiny little-"
A hand wraps around his throat, his eyes shooting wide as all of his air is stolen from him. He heaves, gags, struggles, but he can't get away. He's stuck, he's at their mercy-
"Be good" Queenie scolds, her fingers pressing against his trachea. "Or the gag goes back in"
Dictator nods frantically, another choke turning into a gag, before the hand is leaving him and he's able to breathe. He curls over himself slightly, feeling his lungs ache and his heart race.
"Eyes on me" He huffs, before dragging his gaze up white legs, and to Caines face, mismatched eyes bright and heated. A clawed hand grabs the back of his head, fingers rubbing over his cross, before the other hand is slipping into silk underwear and he's pulling his cock out.
The head looks purple instead of it's normal black and Dictator bites back a grin at the knowledge that Caine found all of this just as hot as he did. His head is pulled forward and without even thinking he opens his mouth wide, allowing Caine's dick to slide right into his jaws.
"Hm-" Caine gasps above him, his eyes lidding. "Hmm, yeah that-"
Dictator swallows Caine down, pulling him snug down his throat and on his tongue. He hums around his mouthful, feeling Caines pre drip on to his tongue.
He feels shaky as he keeps swallowing, desperate for friction himself even though he knows he’s not going to get it. His cock hurts with denial and he can't help but think that maybe if he's good, maybe if he does well, he'll get a reward.
With that he presses forward until his face is pressed against Caines lower stomach. His throat throbs with it, itchy and aching in the best way possible.
Hands press over his shoulders, running over his skin and muscles. "You're doing so well" Kinger, pressed against his side now. "Taking Caine so good"
"F-feels amazing-" Caine gasps above him and Dictator looks up as best he can. "I'm in- down his throat" He laughs, body flushed. "S-still too small for you huh?"
Before he can even think about replying, the rod in his cock is being pulled up, and then pressed back down.
He convulses, a muffled shout escaping him as he gags, stars burst being his eyes and blur everything around him as he jolts and shakes. "Gnh-" He feels tears slip down his face but he can't even feel embarrassed by them anymore, nor about the saliva that drips onto his own bare chest.
The rod is being thrust in and out of him now in a steady, carful rhythm, each press in making his pleasure swell and swell until it's all he can think about. Not the rope on his wrists, not the ache in his jaw, not the strain in his back.
"Hmm-" Caine stutters above him, hips twitching. "God you- he feels amazing-"
"Hm do you think I could fuck him?" Kinger voice is full of tease, full of amusement. "While he's like this? Unable to move? Unable to cum?"
Dictator spasms, eyes wide as they look up at the ringmaster, hoping that they tell him what he can't say. Caine stares down at him, a grin curling his jaws. "I-I think he likes that idea"
Instantly Caine is pulling free of him, hands grabbing his shoulders and pulling him forward until his chest is pressed flat to the floor. His knees scrap against the floor, the wood pressing against the bone almost painfully.
Hands untie the rope keeping them attached to his wrists so he's able to better situate himself, before his hands are being pulled up to his lower back instead. Something is wrapped tight around them, and he shakes when the feel of lace and silk touches his skin.
"Maybe next time, you wear the lace, huh?"
"Anything" He gasps out, feeling Kingers hands on his backside, spreading his cheeks. He moans when he sees Queenie and Caine pressed together in front of him, the sloppy sound of their kisses echoing in the room.
Caine moans when Queenies hand wraps around his smaller cock, and then Queenie moans when his own claws are sinking into her cunt and Dictator burns.
"Please" He finally breaks, forehead pressed to the floor as he tries to catch his breath. "Please, please I need-"
Crack!
He yelps at the sudden strike across his left cheek, the pain immediately shooting right to his cock and making it throb. "Ah-!"
Crack!
Another to his right, the sound of the impact echoes in the room, making his ears ring.
Crack!
Right against his sit spots, and he screams with it, jerking against the floor and whining at the feeling, the pain. His ass burns with each hit- the knowledge that it's Kinger doing this only makes it burn more.
Queenie does things like this, the pain. She's the one that would slap him around the face when he was being snarky. Caine would growl and bite him when he was being a tease. Kinger was soft. Sweet. The one to rub over his bruised cheek while kissing his other, whispering soft words against his lips.
Crack!
The fact that Kinger is the one doing this-
Crack!
The fact that his normally gentle lover is the one causing him this pain-
Crack!
This pleasure-
He sobs against the floor, rubbing his cheek against it as he begs incoherently. "I need it-I need, please please please Kinger please-"
Fingers, soaked in lube, run over his hole and he presses back against them, desperation building heavy and hot in his chest. "Just do it-" He gasps out, looking as best he can over his shoulder to the other chess piece. "Just- come on please I don't need prep please-"
"You want me to fuck you raw?" Kingers voice is close, right next to his ear, and it's dark. "Spear you open on my cock while you cry? While you're helpless to truly get away? You want to feel every inch of me?"
"Yes-" He manages, heaving for air and shaking. "Please Kinger fuck me please-"
"Q-Queenie-!" His eyes flick up to see Queenie kissing Caines chest, her hand still flying over his cock while the small man shakes. The sight is beyond erotic, it's gorgeous in every way. The way they arch against each other, the way their hands scramble at one another in pleasure.
Suddenly, something hot and wet is pressing against his hole and he barely has time to think before Kinger is sinking into him.
It's pressure, it's a lot, it's amazing.
His cock hurts now, his orgasm unable to crest thanks to the rod still inside of him, he struggles, legs going limp and sliding against the floor thanks to his own sweat. He heaves, he shakes, he sobs.
Kinger doesn't pause, he presses in and in until he's fully seated inside of the other man, and then he's pulling back out. The drag against his insides makes him go completely limp, unable to move any part of his body as Kinger starts up and hard and steady rhythm, the slap of their skin echoing in the room.
He's leaking against the floor now, he can feel the puddle beneath him, but he can't find it in him to be embarrassed by the debauchery. He moans against the floor, eyes fluttering in his head as he’s shoved hard against it with every thrust.
His cheek scrapes against the floor and he's knows its going to be red afterwards, but he can't lift it. He can only hear the sloppy sounds of his body being fucked into and the soft moans of his other two lovers in front of him.
He wants to look, the desire to do so is overwhelming, but he can't move. He can't shift.
"Fuck you're so loose" He can feel Kinger gasp it against his back, their bodies pressed hard against each other. "You're so- fuck are you that happy to be my cock sleeve?"
That.
"Hmm-!" Dictator chokes, tears falling down his face and knees spreading to allow Kinger to press deeper in. "Hmmm- King- King-"
The pace turns brutal then, slick and fast and deep enough to lift him off the floor with each thrust and he loves it. He moves having no say. No power. He loves being able to put his body and pleasure into another pair of hands and allowing them to control it.
His arms ache against his back, little breathless 'Ah, ah, ah!'s leaving him over and over again until they turn into shouts, until they turn into whines and whimpers.
"Good boy" Someone says in front of him, their voice shaky and breathless. "Good boy Dictator"
His eyes roll, he's desperate to cum, he needs to cum please please please-
"Fuuuck!-" Kinger slams into him, making him squeak, before scalding heat is filling up the deepest part of him. It spread though him, hitting his insides with enough force that he can feel it inside of him.
He gasps against the feeling, but-
He still can't cum.
Kinger pulls out of him and Dictator unravels.
"Please I need to cum-" He begs, pathetically. "I need- my cock please it hurts please I- I need it, I need to cum please-" he's grabbed by his tied hands and pulled back up, his head spinning and stomach swooping with the sudden movements before he's pulled to sit with his legs in front of him.
He gasps, feeling hands move over his face to wipe his tears away as he babbles more pleas for release, feeling desperate and oh so very close. "Please" He cries again, eyes barely opening. "Please"
"Shhhh" A kiss is pressed to his cheek, "almost done with you sweetheart"
He doesn't want them to be done with him, he thinks as he arches into the touch on his cock, he wants to stay here, like this, forever.
He shouts when something large and wet is suddenly dragging up his cock, making it twitch with the desperation to cum but unable to do so. He looks, staring down at Caine sucking at his cock, eyes lidded and hazy. "Please" He says again, feeling hands pull his own free.
His hands move to grab the arms wrapped around his waist, leaning back once more on to Kingers chest and his legs lifts to cage Caine in as his dick is sucked and tonged at at. "Pl-please-!"
"Go on Caine" When did Queenie get next to him? When had anyone moved? "Help him out"
Mismatched eyes darken, before his jaws are closing.
Dictator feels his body go rigid as Caine bites down on the ring of the rod, before he begins to pull his head back. He shakes, eyes wide and mouth open as the rod is pulled out bit by bit, bump by bump.
The pressure is a lot. It's overwhelming him all over again.
But it's so fucking good.
The rod pops free with a wet sound and Dictator whines, head spinning and hips jerking "touch me please please please-"
Caine is moving back, shifting away, and Queenie is taking his place, her hips hovering over Dictators aching cock. Her amber eyes burn, her face is flushed. She's beautiful. He tries to tell her then, tries to explain just what looking at her does to him, but-
She's sinking down on him before he can speak.
She's wet, so wet that it drips out from where they are connected to run down his thighs. She's so hot inside, so soft-
His orgasm hits hard enough to make him black out, his voice sore with the force his scream is ripped from him. He sobs, his legs kick out, his entire body hurts.
Hands take his face, thumbs rubbing under his eyes as he weeps. "Good boy"
He slumps against Queenie and Kinger, hand moving to grab one of Caines own to pull the other man to them. Kisses are placed on his shoulders, his face, his forehead.
His drifts long enough for them to move him, for him to be cleaned up and placed in a bed and normally he would feel bad about being so useless. About being so limp as they move him but his brain-
For the first time. His brain is blank.
No anger. No need. Nothing.
He feels blankets being tucked over him, bodies caging him in on either side as another rests on top of him. He can hear them talking, chatting around him.
He can feel their hands on him, pressing over his chest and shoulders and thighs while he forces himself to come back to the surface, needing to speak.
"Thank you" His voice is shot, his throat aches. It's perfect.
"Of course" Caine kissing the top of his chest where his head is resting. "It was fun!"
"It was" Queenie on his left, kissing his left collar bone. "I enjoyed it immensely"
"You were so good for us" A kiss from the right, a hand taking his own. "So good for us, dear"
Dictator doesn't bother to open his eyes, he doesn't bother with replying.
He hums, and drifts.
"I love you"
Three kisses, three laughs.
Three. "I love you too"