Cluster Fuck

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It had been Johnny's idea, because of course it had. But then he had suggested it to Price, who had gone on about how good it would be, how important team bonding was, and really, how could he say no to that.

Which was how he had ended up here, arms bound behind him so he couldn't move them, knelt in the common room of the base where anyone could see him. Price had been gentle when he'd tied him up, made sure the soft shirt and pants he was wearing underneath the ropes were neat and tidy, and then had put him on his knees and told him "Stay." And so he had, patiently waiting for whatever - or whoever - was to come next.

Gaz was the first to come across him, striding into the room casually. He was clearly trying to play coy, as if he didn't know to expect Ghost here, on his knees, as if they hadn't all talked about this extensively, about boundaries, and what the protocol was, because something like this that was new and novel was something Price had made them discuss in depth.

And really, even if Ghost hadn't been there for every discussion they had about it, he would have been able to tell anyway from the obviously fake look of surprise on the man's face.

"A bit tied up, are we?" asked Gaz, finally approaching him.

He settled a hand on Ghost's shoulder, grinning down at the man on his knees.

"Would be a shame not to use such a lovely toy."

And then he was tearing straight down the front of Ghost's shirt, ruining the lovely neat presentation that Price had left him in. He tilted his head up towards him, pressing their lips together in a kiss.

A hand trailed down his chest, tweaking at his nipple, and Ghost let out a whine into Gaz's mouth. The man released him from the kiss, only to begin biting at his jawline, and dragging further pleas and whines from him. His hand hovered at Ghost's chest, occasionally tugging at his nipple and enjoying the way he leaned into the barest touches.

Once he'd had his fill, he walked around behind Ghost, tugging his pants down to gain access to him. After a moment of contemplation, a hand pressed against the back of his head, pushing Ghost forwards. With his arms bound, he had no choice but to simply allow it to happen, landing face first against the carpet as the wind was taken out of him.

A slick finger pressed against his entrance, working him open painfully slow. Gaz eased it in gradually, until finally he was a knuckle deep. Ghost whined into the carpet, desperate for more, to just be allowed to get off. Gaz must have gotten the memo, because he added a second finger, crooking them down and pressing against his prostate, hard.

Ghost let out a long moan at that, trying his best not to hump the floor beneath him pathetically. He wanted so badly to cum, but for as long as this lasted, that wasn't up to him, which meant that he just had to take whatever Gaz wanted to give him.

The fingers continued at their glacial pace, slowly working him open until he was sobbing into the floor. A third finger joined the others, just enough of a stretch that between that and the slow, steady working, he was practically writhing, unable to control the obscene noises he was letting out.

And then just as suddenly, the fingers were gone, Gaz stepping away from him.

"Did such a good job I didn't even have to fuck you." He said, voice a little shaken. Ghost looked up at him from the floor at that, and the telltale wet patch against Gaz's jeans all he needed to know what had happened.

"Too bad you won't get to cum, though," said Gaz, and Ghost let out a pathetic whimper. He couldn't just leave him like this, all worked up, waiting who knows how long until someone would take care of him.

Without him even thinking about it, his hips began to rut against the ground, only stopping when Gaz grabbed a fistfull of his hair and tugged him upwards.