Crumbs for the Rat King

Benin/Elliot/Alfred

Tags: Bound, blowjob, under the table, almost caught/public sex, foot stuff (? If it counts to step on ****?)

It was all fun and games until a drinking game turns into drunk truth or dare. Even more so when the dares start to extend outside the party room. In Elliot's case, it had culminated in a dare of public sex without being caught while tied up. At the party both Benin and Alfred had shared a look about it, knowing that one of them would be dragged into this. The morning after when the buzz faded from the alcohol they'd assured Elliot it was a silly party game and he really didn't need to— but yet, didn't he? The ball was in his court, and next party he'd make a dare or truth so crazy it made it all worth it.

Somehow this had resulted in him being naked and tied up beneath the shrouded underside of the conference table in the League, the superhero organization they were all apart of. Being tied up so firmly wasn't essential, and really as a speedster he could remove them fairly easily, but it did feel good. He tingled as the red rope rubbed along his buttocks and caught in various places as he moved, making this a challenge. But beyond this reason... well, he wasn't a loser, and when he agreed to something he agreed all the way.

Elliot could hear the voices spilling into the conference room. He revelled in moving his hands where they were behind his back, legs together, twinned in red string like a Christmas present. He squirmed as he watched the legs appear under the table as people took their seats, before realizing with a start he hadn't a clue whose legs were whose. That made this a little more difficult, but he wasn't one to shy from a challenge. The shoes... that's right, he knew the ones Benin wore today.

He spotted the leather shoes fairly quickly. Like an inchworm, he pushed his body along, jolting whenever his cock rubbed against the carpet of the floor. Arriving at his prey, he pressed his mouth experimentally to the toe of the shoe, lips rubbing along it as he inhaled, moving up to kiss the ankles beneath the wider-legged suit pants. He saw the legs move, but not overly react. Bingo. Well, that or the person thought someone had their dog in the League conference room, but he knew that wasn't the case.

He bit his lip, silencing himself as he used his core strength and legs' limited movement to get himself up, laying his torso between the legs. They parted before squeezing around his shoulders more firmly. Elliot looked up and met Benin's eyes, his big ones begging. Benin looked away back to whatever was going on above the table, before one hand came down conspicuously to unbutton his pants, a slight shuffle and moving closer to the table then. Elliot inhaled sharply, realizing that Benin was probably as excited as he was, already at half mast as his cock struggled within his cotton boxers. Elliot moved up, using his teeth to lower his boxer cord, releasing the throbbing organ to the air. His own cock throbbed in tandem with his racing heart— he wouldn't be caught. But if he was, god, he was defenceless to it, wasn't he?

That fantasy only had Elliott grow harder, feeling his dick sway and bob, rubbing against the carpeted floor and Benin's leg like a pathetic dog. He inches up once more, pressing a kiss to Benin's head before taking him into his mouth, rutting harder. His head moved down, pressing his dick between Benin's ankles, then bobbed back. Benin's legs were muscular, providing the perfect surrogate to get him off in tandem. Cleaning up after this— it would happen, but was the least of his concerns as he went faster, the more pleasure to Benin deliver more to him as he moved his upper and lower body like that. He suckled Benin's cock as it engorged and cum splashed down his throat. He marvelled at how Benin gave the slightest twitches and only moved a hand up to rub along his mouth, keeping it cool. Seconds later, also close to his release, Benin's shoe came down. With a firm squeeze to Elliott's shaft, Elliott mercifully prevented noises as he'd take Benin's dick down to the hilt into his throat, jolting as he came hard beneath Benin's foot. It was so pathetic, but already he was hard again. He pulled off and locked his lips, checking above briefly before using his teeth to at least get the boxers on. It was a struggle, Benin ready for another round, smelling heady with his dick twitching ever so slightly, but he had to be fair as he doted on the two men who had his heart. He fell backwards from Benin's legs and couldn't help the grunt that slipped through his lips. He froze, but realized the conversation at the table was still going strong. Just like him.  

He struggled his way to the middle of the table, eyeing the feet. Unless Alfred was wearing heels, then that excluded a few feet. Flats, certain sock patterns... he worked through it, ignoring his other head begging for more.  He would make his choice and inch over. He nudged the shoe with his shoulder before it nudged back. He noticed a telltale sign, a small tattoo just under the pant cuff. He truly was batting 1/1 today.

He struggled against his restraints, cord biting skin as he pulled himself up and against Alfred's legs, who spread them eagerly. He didn't even need to look down, his hand there to undo the zipper on his pants and just barely move them down with his underwear— which Elliot only now realized Alfred wasn't wearing. Naughty. The big hand moved up, but not before pressing firmly through his hair and rubbing along his chin.

Elliot didn't think twice as he worked Alfred, licking up the shaft to around the throbbing head. He pressed down, nose skimming the top as his tongue brushed beneath, expertly sucking his large balls at the base. But he'd only do a round— the rest could wait for home. It wasn't long until Alfred came, Elliott too in the moment to hear if anything was happening above. His body was buzzing from the thrill— literally, as his arm vibrated out of the rope ties. It came up to pull Alfred's phone from his pocket subtly. He'd lean up and press his cheek and the side of his face against Alfred's cock, smiling wide as cum dripped steadily down its shaft, before taking the picture. Evidence, of course.

Click. And Elliott just then noticed an audible silence had fallen.