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screaming--lamb · 4 months

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You'll be down on your knees and you'll cry

09 GhostSoapRoach

Summary: Gary whimpered as Simon bottomed out in one quick motion, cursing. “Johnny said no…” He murmurs, too tired to push Simon off or fight him. “Johnny isn’t fucking here.” Simon growls

Content warnings: mild dubcon, chastity, ownership, (sorta) forced sex, puppy play

Word count: 2,048

Roach didn’t really know how he ended up in a relationship with two of his superiors. All he knew was that it worked out, and he finally fit somewhere. He had known something was going on with his Captain and his Lieutenant for a long time, often wishing he could have something like they had, never expecting them to invite him to join. Never expecting to become their regular fuck buddy, and then the latest addition to their relationship.

Johnny has always been in charge—that’s how he’s always liked it—it just makes sense that that would translate into the bedroom. But Simon hates not being in charge, hates not knowing what’ll come next. He’s the person Gary would least expect to be submissive in the bedroom, and, surprisingly, even outside the bedroom when it’s just the three of them. It was easy finding his place in the relationship, Gary had always liked letting go, submitting to someone for a little and just floating. Forgetting everything outside of the moment. Johnny liked having another man to take care of, in and outside of bed, and Simon never minded having a…playmate as Johnny would so often call it. The term degrading in such an intoxicating way.

Simon is constantly surprising him. Every time Gary turns around, Simon is doing something he never expects.

Simon fucks like a rabbit. Gary is convinced Simon has the highest sex drive out of the three of them, constantly wanting to get off. It’s no wonder Johnny calls him bunny and mutt. The man would stoop as low as humping someones leg if they ordered him to, which has happened but that’s a story for another day.

Simon and Gary both wear collars, Simon’s a little more worn from use, but they’re both worn incredibly frequently, both a rich black leather, thin with an o-ring on the fronts of them. The only difference being the tags attached. Both of theirs have the words Property Of J.M inscribed on the backs of the tags, but on the fronts it’s completely different, the words put there specially by Johnny. On Gary’s, it reads, Good Boy. And on Simon’s, Needy Toy.

Their most frequently used nicknames.

It’s always getting Simon in trouble. Johnny has rules for the two of them, and one of the big ones is neither of them cum unless Johnny says so. As long as they’re not in trouble, they’re aloud to fuck as much as they want, but they aren’t aloud to cum. This is the main rule that gets Simon in trouble.

Just like now.

About four days ago Gary had been with Johnny in his office, leaving Simon by himself in their shared room. When they had eventually walked back to their room, as they opened the door they were met with the sight of Simon, laying on the bed as he came down from an orgasm, sweating and breathing heavily, skin flushed a pretty pink and his own spend covering his hand, dread washing over his expression when he noticed the two of them—mainly Johnny—in the doorway.

Ever since then, Simon’s been forced to wear a cock ring, never allowed to take it off. And it’s made him a whiny bitch. Complaining every hour of every day. It was surprising when on the first day of Simon’s punishment, Johnny called both of them into his office, ordering Simon to sit in a chair and then taking Gary’s hand, guiding him to bend over the desk, right in front of the chair Johnny sits in, making him look into Simon’s eyes the entire time. He squealed when Johnny roughly tugged his pants down, listening as he grabbed a bottle of lube from a drawer, quickly slicking up two of his fingers and unceremoniously shoving them in his hole. Gary gasped, clutching the edge of the desk and started protesting, only calming when Johnny paused for a minute, rubbing a soothing hand over the small of Gary’s back and shushing him gently.

Gary watched as Simon tugs off his balaclava, eyes wide with arousal as Johnny continues pumping his fingers, quickly working his way up the three. Johnny beckoned Simon over to the other side of the desk, to stand behind Gary. Ordering him to drop his pants, and taking the pleasure of slicking up Simon’s cock for him, guiding it to Gary’s loose hole. Johnny positioned Simon behind Gary, in between his own legs where he remained seated and gripped his waist tightly with insanely large hands. Gary and Simon had moaned in tandem when Johnny had pushed Simon’s hips, sliding his cock into Gary slowly, still wearing his cock ring, then pulling it out again. Simon had tried jerking his hips, tried to set his own pace and take what he wanted, but all that had earned him was a harsh slap to his ass and another teasingly slow push of his hips.

It’s only when Gary whined and shifted in displeasure that Johnny picked up the pace, shushing him gently and forcing Simon to move faster. He gripped Simon’s waist harder and pushed and pulled him by his hips, making him fuck Gary proper. Simon had practically collapsed in pleasure, useless if not for Johnny controlling his movements. His forehead rests on the small of Gary’s back as he ran his hands up and down his flank, groaning with each rough thrust, panting the entire time. Gary was brought to the edge quicker than normal, clenching tightly around Simon’s cock as he came, grunting and moaning desperately as Johnny praised him in the background.

The hot feeling of Simon cumming inside him had never come, because Johnny had pulled him out before he could. Simon had protested, pathetic little noises and ‘nos’ falling from his lips as Johnny forcefully pulled his pants back up, fastening them and leaving Simon’s cock straining in his pants, spanking him once more when his hand had automatically moved down to palm at his erection. Johnny made Simon kneel, ignored him as tears started to fall, instead focusing on Gary, cleaning him up and pampering him, murmuring sweet nothings the whole time, telling him how good he had done.

Simon had practically thrown a fit that night. Had silently cried out of frustration, and forced Gary to hold him while the three of them slept, eventually having to be pulled off of him by Johnny and made to sleep on the floor with just a blanket as punishment when he couldn’t stop rutting against Gary’s hip in desperation.

Ought to get you a cage for when you get like this, fuckin’ mutt. Johnny had growled out when he crawled back into bed to wrap around Gary and kiss him sweetly before both of them drifted off to sleep with Simon’s low little whines in the background.

And that’s how it’s been for the past four days. Johnny approaching both of them, forcing them to fuck as he controls the pace, giving Gary his release and denying Simon of his as Simon’s punishment.

Today though, Simon’s been extra needy. Gary had been denying him all day because Johnny wasn’t there, he wasn’t going to be back until tomorrow. So the two had been left by themselves. It was maybe 10 when Gary was almost asleep and was jostled by Simon climbing onto the bed jerkily. Gary closed his eyes again, assuming Simon was just coming to bed, but opened them once more when Simon tugged down his pants and briefs. He turns around, hissing out Simon’s name.

“Stop that! Do you want to be punished further?”

Simon bats his hands away when he tries to pull his pants back up, mumbling something he can’t make out. He ruthlessly shoves two fingers in Gary’s ass, making sure he’s stretched, before pulling them out and replacing them with his length.

Gary whimpered as Simon bottomed out in one quick motion, cursing. Both of their collars jingle in unison, the tags shaking gently.

“Johnny said no…” He murmurs, too tired to push Simon off or fight him.

“Johnny isn’t fucking here.” Simon growls roughly, pulling out and tugging off his cock ring and sinking back into Gary, not going slow but immediately pounding into him, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. He growls and grunts the entire time like the dog he is, trying to quickly cum before Johnny gets home.

Suddenly, he’s ripped away from Gary and thrown to the ground from the bed with a sharp yip. Gary keens highly, raising himself a little to look over his shoulder, eyes widening when he finds Johnny standing over Simon, boot heavy on Simon’s cock and a snarl residing on his face.

“What did I tell you?” Johnny grits out, gripping Simon’s collar and pulling him closer by it. “I told you you didn’t get to cum. Right?”

Simon nods jerkily, whimpering lightly as Johnny pulls him closer, the collar tight around his neck.

“I’d tell you to use your words but mutts don’t speak.” Johnny pushes him to the ground again and walks over to the closet, where they keep the toy box. Simon looks at Gary with pleading eyes and Gary looks back at him with sympathy. Simon tries to stand and make his way to the bed, uncomfortable on the floor.

“Sit.” He crumples back onto the floor when Johnny’s voice rings out, not wanting to piss him off further. Johnny turns around, carrying a cock cage and something Gary didn’t recognize.

“Since the ring didn’t work,” Johnny kneels, grasping Simon’s cock and squeezing his balls, softening him up. “We’ll have to use this.”

He puts the cage on him, locking it up and reaching for the second object. A muzzle. Simon whines immediately when he sees it, pushing himself away from Johnny who simply rolls his eyes, grabbing Simon’s ankle and pulling him back.

“Relax.” He commands while fitting the muzzle onto him, locking it and making sure it’s not too tight. He stands up once more, walking back to the closet and grabbing a few blankets and a leash. He pulls the chair out from under the desk they keep in the room, and lays the blankets under the desk before walking back over to a confused Simon. Gary had to admit, he’s a little confused too, Johnny very rarely introduces a new toy this way, and he’s being meaner than usual. He clips the leash onto Simon’s collar, pulling him over to the desk. Simon goes to stand up and Johnny immediately stops him.

“Dogs don’t walk on two legs. Unless you’re trying to do a trick for me?” He looks Simon up and down until he lowers back down onto his hands and knees, crawling towards where Johnny directs him. “This’ll do until we get you a proper crate.” He mutters, tying Simon’s leash to a table leg and walking back over to Gary who watches him with wide eyes. He undresses, taking his underwear off too, and climbs into bed behind Gary, pulling the covers up over them.

Simon is quiet for once.

“Hi, bug.” Johnny purrs, wrapping his arms around Gary’s waist and pressing little kisses to his jaw. Gary whimpers, scared of what Johnny’ll do to him. Johnny replies as if he knows exactly what Gary is thinking.

“It’s alright bug,” Johnny shushes him softly, confusing Gary with the soft tone of his voice. “Simon’s just a needy little thing. It’s alright.”

Gary relaxes into the larger man, calmed by his words. He sighs happily, glad he’ll finally be able to get some rest. It’s unsurprising when Johnny slowly slides his cock into Gary from behind, cockwarming being a common thing between the three men. Johnny is much gentler than Simon was, and Gary is grateful for that. He grunts as he slides in, but is otherwise mostly silent as he slowly fucks Gary to sleep. He stops when light snores start to emit from the others mouth, knowing if he continued and came inside, Gary would most likely have a stomach ache in the morning.

“One week in the cage.” Johnny rasps out, knowing Simon is still awake.

A reedy whine tapers off as Johnny falls asleep, snug inside of Gary.

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