Title: Boys and Their Toys
Author: Chaps1870
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay/Beckett
Rating: NC-17
No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N It’s pure PWP, no other redeeming qualities. It’s sex for the sake of sex.
Part 1
They entered the room and both mouths dropped open, staring in disbelief at the sight surrounding them. John was the first to speak, “What do you think?”
Rodney turned, taking in the room as he said in awe, “I think we stumbled onto the Ancient’s equivalent of a sex toy shop.”
John smiled, “Cool.”
Nodding, Rodney was already making his way across to the room, walking mesmerized, towards the biggest dildos John had ever seen. Leave it to McKay to gravitate towards his favorites. John was getting hard just watching Rodney get all fuzzy eyed over the possibilities. He decided he’d better get Rodney out of there before it became impossible.
That proved more difficult than he imagined. Rodney was already hard as steel and in the process of removing his pants. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” retorted Rodney, giving Sheppard his best ‘here’s-your-stupid-sign’ look.
“Christ, Rodney, not right now.”
“Why not? It’s just the two of us. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
John couldn’t argue with that, but it didn’t seem right for some reason. “Look, I think we need to check it out some more.” He gesture to the dildo still in McKay’s hand. “Don’t you think you might want to make sure that’s sterile… or something.”
Rodney paled and dropped the toy. “Ewww, why didn’t you say something sooner? Who knows where that’s been?”
“I guess your dick brain isn’t near the genius you are.”
“Very funny,” sneered Rodney. He looked around the room. “I don’t think my pack is big enough.”
“Geez, Rodney, it’s not going anywhere. Pick a couple things and we’ll check them out.”
Rodney lit up. “Anything?”
John rolled his eyes. “Fine. As long as it is something for you and not me. I don’t trust you after the last time.”
“Spoilsport.”
“You’re the one with the kinks not me. I’m just along for the ride,” said John, not adding that it was usually a hell of good ride. Rodney was anything but boring in the bedroom.
Rodney was flitting around the room. “Hey, you should call Carson, maybe he wants something.”
“I can only handle one of you at a time. I’d hate to think if you both had toys of your own. He can come another time.” And wasn't that a loaded comment.
“Oh my god, what if someone else finds it before we can come back?” said Rodney, grabbing items hastily and then putting them back as he found something else more interesting.
“I’ll lock the door so no one else can get in. You can tell them it’s a biohazard lab,” grinned Sheppard, shaking his head as he wandered around the room after McKay. Some of the things he recognized, others he didn’t have a clue about and some were just down right scary if he used his imagination to guess. “These were some sick motherfuckers.”
“You gotta appreciate their love for the finer things, Colonel.”
“Not as much as you obviously,” teased Sheppard. Rodney had made his selections and was stuffing an oversized dildo into his bag. He missed the second item and had to ask, “What else?”
Rodney proudly held up a silver ring. “Cock ring.”
“You have all this and you pick a cock ring. I thought you had more imagination than that.”
“I haven’t used a cock ring in a year. I miss it,” whined Rodney indignantly as only he could.
“Fine, can we go now?”
Rodney pouted, “You sure I can only have two things?”
Sheppard pointed towards the door. “GO!”
Rodney grumbled and stomped towards the door, “Fine. I’m bringing Carson next time.”
“Not alone you’re not. I’d never get the two of you out of here.”
“What’s your point?”
John pushed him out the door and sealed it behind him, giving it an extra mental shove to lock it up tight. “My point it that the two of you wear me out.”
“Oh right because you hate it so much and protest vehemently. Oh god… Rodney… don’t… stop!”
“Shut up or I won’t come over and play,” huffed Sheppard, the gleam in his eye taking away any threat.
Rodney was fairly bouncing with excitement on the way back and John simply couldn’t take it any more. Hitting the display panel he stopped the transporter, grabbed Rodney by the jacket and slammed him into the wall. One hand holding him in place the other grabbed frantically for McKay’s pants as he buried his tongue in his mouth. “Want to fuck you.”
“Mrphh,” said Rodney, his own hands fumbling for buttons as he battled tongues with John. As McKay’s pants dropped to his ankles, John turned him and plastered his boxer clad dick into Rodney’s ass. “Can you handle it here?”
Rodney nodded quickly, reaching into his vest for the small packet of lubw he always carried. He held it over his shoulder, his hands shaking. “Yes, yes…do it.”
John was thrumming with need, but slowed down. Someone had to be the voice of reason and that wasn’t something McKay was good at when sex was involved. Admittedly it added to the thrill of it most of the time, but he didn’t always see past his own need for pleasure and if not careful he would ignore the pain to get it.
Lubing his fingers, John slipped one into Rodney’s ass and bit back a moan when McKay bucked and pushed back. “Oh god that’s good. More.”
“Patience. I am not gonna do this until you’re ready. So just slow down.”
“Can’t…need it.”
John’s dick was twitching with need, but it was enough of a reminder to take his time. He didn’t have the biggest dick he’d ever seen, but it was longer and thicker than most and he always made sure Rodney or Carson were well prepped before he entered. Even then he took it slow until they were fully adjusted to his size.
“Damn it, would you just fuck me,” whined Rodney, pushing back on the three fingers John already had in his ass. He was sweating already, and he shivered as John pushed in the final finger, filling him with all four and stroking his prostate with each thrust.
Rodney was trembling, and moaning. “Please, John. I…oh…god…hurry.”
Removing his fingers, John covered his cock with more lube as Rodney reached around and grabbed his ass, opening himself. Grabbing his thick length, John hissed as he guided his dick to Rodney’s entrance, wishing he could just bury himself in one quick thrust. Instead he stopped just inside the tight ring allowing Rodney to adjust.
Fingers clenching at the wall, Rodney’s head dropped and he panted, “Move.”
“Shh… give it a minute.”
“Oh god, just fuck me,” pleaded Rodney, trying to push back but was held firmly in place by John’s hands on his hips. John felt the muscle finally relax and he slid in slowly, despite Rodney’s begging, until he was buried. He stilled for a minute, letting them both catch their breaths before pulling out slowly until only the tip of his cock remained.
He gasped between breaths, “You okay?”
Rodney nodded. John slammed forward and Rodney screamed, “Faster!”
John pulled out and thrust in again, faster and harder making Rodney cry out, “Harder…need more.”
Barely hanging on, Rodney’s pleas always sent John into orbit sooner than he would've liked and had him pounding into McKay’s tight ass over and over. Begging shamelessly, Rodney met his thrusts, deepening the penetration. “Close…so fucking close. Oh god…touch me.”
Reaching around Rodney’s waist, John grabbed his dick and pumped it in his fist, taking him to the edge. His thrusting became erratic as the tingle of release began and he stroked Rodney faster. “Come for me. I’m gonna come in your ass first if you don’t hurry.”
Just like that, Rodney came, covering John’s hand and splattering the wall with a loud satisfied moan. John followed with one final powerful thrust, biting Rodney’s back in the process. Rodney shivered and moaned as John’s knees gave out and they both sank to the floor, John still buried in his ass. Neither man complained as they sat on the floor trying to catch their breaths.
“Damn that was good,” sighed John
“Mmmm,” Rodney mumbled, slowly easing himself off, gasping when John’s soft dick slipped from his ass. “Fuck that’s sensitive.”
John was gritting his teeth, “No shit. You couldn’t just stay there for a minute?”
“Next time I’ll shove something that big up your ass and see how long you last.”
Sneering, John shoved himself back in his pants, “You don’t have anything that big.”
Rodney grinned, “I do now.”
John paled and got to his feet. “There is no way you are sticking that thing in my ass. It’s not natural.”
Rolling his eyes, Rodney shook his head, sticking a hand out for help up. “Oh like that stops you from sticking it in mine.”
“That’s different, you like it,” huffed Sheppard, helping Rodney to his feet then stopping to drop light kisses on his neck and face. “I really want to see you take that thing in your ass. Very hot.”
“I was thinking it might look good in Carson’s ass,” quipped McKay, his eyes shining.
Burying his head in Rodney’s shoulder, John moaned, “Oh god.”
Pressing the display, Rodney pushed him away. “Give me an hour to check this stuff out and you go find Carson. Don’t tell him what we found though. I want to be there when we tell him.”
The transported opened and a quick glance down the hall confirmed they were alone. Rodney gave John a quick kiss and bounded to the labs.
Part 2
Finishing earlier than planned, Rodney headed to the infirmary, his now sterilized toys in hand. Well in his pack actually, it wouldn’t look too good walking the halls of Atlantis with rubber dick in his hand. This was a secret even the Genii would not get out of him. Entering the infirmary, he was told Carson was in his office. Not bothering to knock, he walked in to find John on his knees sucking Carson’s brains out his dick if the look on the doctor’s face was any indication.
“You couldn’t wait ten minutes?” said Rodney with annoyance.
John rolled his eyes toward Rodney but didn’t pause in his actions. He gave a muffled reply, “Mmm mmm.”
Carson’s eyes were closed, blissfully unaware of anything but his cock in Sheppard’s mouth. Dropping his pack, Rodney rummaged through it for a couple seconds before slipping behind Carson. Holding out one hand, his other roamed Carson’s ass as he muttered, “Lube.”
Fumbling blindly around on the floor, John finally handed it to him. Carson just moaned. Slicking up a couple of fingers, Rodney eased the first one in, carefully avoiding Carson’s prostate for the moment. Hands clenched into fists, Carson groaned and tried to push Rodney’s finger deeper, hoping to find that pleasure spot, but Rodney withdrew his finger and added another, twisting and scissoring them, opening Carson further.
Nudging John with his foot, Rodney got his attention and showing him the toy in his hand he motioned for him to take over finger fucking Carson, freeing up his hands to implement his plan. John’s hands caressed Carson’s thighs and with a gentle push, the doctor widened his stance. Slipping his fingers free, Rodney watched John’s take his place, Carson none the wiser. He was panting heavily, needing release, but John had slowed down the pace, keeping Carson on the edge but not letting him go over as he sucked and finger fucked the doctor.
Rodney worked quickly, knowing it was getting to the point where Carson wouldn’t need stimulation to come, it would happen with or without their help. Using the lube, he generously covered the toy in his hand and gripped the first bead between his fingers. Guiding it to Carson’s ass he nudged John, giving him a heads up. John wasn’t stupid, he used his free hand to grip the base of Carson’s shaft to keep him from driving his cock down his throat when Rodney inserted the string of beads.
Carson whimpered when John removed his fingers from his ass, but Rodney moved fast and the first bead pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Carson cried out at the abrupt penetration of something foreign, more from pleasure than pain. John gripped his erection, keeping him from coming and stood up, his free arm wrapping around the doctor as his knees buckled. His breath coming in deep gasps, Carson’s head rested on John’s shoulder. He was trembling by the time Rodney pushed in the second bead and he pleaded with Sheppard, who was still holding his cock in a tight grip. “Let me come.”
“Shhh…not yet…soon,” whispered John, holding him close as he leaned over his shoulder to watch Rodney insert the two final beads in quick succession.
Jerking in John’s arms, Carson cried out, “What…what…are…you…”
Rodney nodded to John that it was done and he slowly released his hold on Carson’s leaking erection. John caressed the hard flesh in long, slow strokes. “Beads.”
“Oh lord.” Carson’s breath hitched and he thrust into John’s hand. The beads in his ass shifted, brushing his prostate and he groaned. His thrusts turned frantic, the beads working him to a frenzy and he grabbed for his cock, covering John’s hand with his own, thrusting faster and harder.
It was the beginning of the end and his body tensed as his balls drew up tightly and the burn started at the base of his shaft. Rodney took that moment to pull on the string of beads just enough to tease his entrance and released them. As they slammed back into his ass, Carson screamed, and came hard. "Aw crap!"
Only John and Rodney holding him in a tight embrace kept him from collapsing as his nerve endings lit up and he exploded, shooting stream after stream of thick ejaculate between himself and John. His body shook in the aftermath and hot tears gathered against his will from the power of his orgasm. He didn’t bother trying to stand up anymore, and let his lovers carry him to the couch where he fell in a heap, still breathing heavily. The beads in his ass still teased him and his body would jerk uncontrollably as a twinge of pleasure shot to his groin. His dick didn’t even twitch, but the ecstasy lingered.
He was quite content to just lie there, half dressed, enjoying the sensations. Rodney and John apparently had other ideas because after several moments they were dressing him and helping him to his feet. Standing up, he could feel the beads caressing his insides and he swayed on his feet.
John supported him with an arm around his waist and Rodney leaned in, nuzzling that sensitive spot under his ear. “Room.”
Carson sputtered, “Dear god, Rodney, do ya know what they’re doin’ to me?”
Evil fucker that he was, Rodney grinned, “Of course I do. That’s why I picked them out just for you.”
Reaching for Carson’s lab coat, John helped with it. “Here. Put this on, it’ll hide the worst of it.”
Jerking it out of John’s hand, Carson closed his eyes tight and bit back a moan as the beads rolled around, sending a shiver up his spine and a jolt of pleasure to his groin. “I hate you both.” He let them help him with his coat.
Snorting, they answered in unison, “No you don’t.”
Carson pulled his coat tightly around himself and stalked to the door, only to stop abruptly to lean heavily into the wall. His ass was tingling with pleasure and the signal to his groin was strong enough to get his attention, but he was still too soft to manage more than a twitch. He sighed, “Oh god, I’m not goin’ to make it.”
He did make it through the infirmary without embarrassing himself, but only because his lab coat hid his rising erection. A normal gait was almost impossible with beads dancing in his ass and once clear of the infirmary, he had to slow down or risk coming in his pants. Rodney and John bantered back and forth as they walked while Carson simply tried to stay upright and not focus on the wonderful sensations sparking from his ass.
“I told you a couple of toys, Rodney. Where did the beads come from?”
“My pack,” quipped McKay.
“Wise ass.”
Rodney rolled his eyes, “Oh please, again I note that no one is complaining.” He nudged Carson, “You complaining, Carson?”
Carson shook his head vehemently, “Uh uh.” He kept walking, resisting the urge to duck into the nearest room and jerk himself hard and fast until the ache went away. Glad the transporter was only steps away, he slumped against the wall, letting it hold him up as he readjusted his erection.
“How you doing, Doc?” asked Sheppard, leaning lazily against the opposite wall, a mischievous eyebrow raised.
“I’ve got beads in my arse. How do you think I’m doing?”
One look from Carson and John pointed at Rodney, “His idea, not mine.”
Glaring at John, Rodney sneered, “That is so juvenile.”
Not moving, Carson was able to regain some of his composure, “And where did you find beads, Rodney? I know you didn’t pack them from Earth or we’d have seen them by now.”
“Seems the Ancients believed in pleasuring the body as much as the mind.” Rodney’s eyes glazed over thinking about it. “We found where they kept their toys. Wait ‘til you see all the stuff. A whole room all to ourselves. The possibilities are endless.”
Carson groaned and turned his head enough to knock his forehead onto the wall a time or two in frustration. “Oh god.”
Rodney reached into his pack and pulled out the dildo, “Look, Carson.”
Frowning, John took it from Rodney, “Wasn’t this bigger? Did you pilfer more than one?”
“No, no. That’s what’s so fascinating about it. It’s the same one. You can actually make it smaller or larger, just by thinking it. Which is really cool when you think about it. You start out small, which would make penetration so much easier and slowly think it bigger so you can adjust along the way.”
Raising an eyebrow, John flashed him a lop-sided smile. “Cool.” He concentrated on the object in his hand and watched as it expanded.
Carson’s eyes widened and Rodney’s eyes drifted from oversized dildo to John’s crotch, “Guess you really are descended from Ancients.”
Wincing suddenly, Rodney lifted one leg slightly and adjusting himself, sighed. Carson and John were eyeing him strangely. He answered sheepishly, “What? The cock ring was pinching my nut.”
The next thing he knew, Carson him pinned face-first into the wall, his hands as frantic as John’s had been earlier. Rodney swallowed hard and squeaked, “Do I have a fuck-Rodney-into-the-wall sign on me or what?”
“Yes.” Carson pressed into his back and growled in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, right into the wall, ya cheeky bugger.”
Hands pushed his pants down and Rodney moaned, “Okay then.”
John was muttering in Carson’s ear, “He’s ready, Carson. I had him earlier.”
Unbuttoning his pants, Carson let them fall to his ankles as he pushed his aching flesh between Rodney’s legs, letting himself slid back and forth as he reached around to play with the scientist’s erection. His fingers traced the distended veins that stood out in relief, feeling his own cock twitch each time Rodney’s did. “So hard, luv.”
Rodney was rapidly losing the ability to speak and mumbled, “Cock ring.”
“So this might take longer for you,” teased Carson.
“Ungh,” moaned Rodney, his hands fumbling for some sort of purchase on the transporter wall, thinking only briefly how stupid it might have been to put the ring on so early. He’d planned on making it back to the room before starting anything. He’d wanted to prolong it there, not here.
Carson nudged his legs wider and entered him in one smooth motion, not even pausing as he started thrusting. John was right, Rodney was open and ready and pushing back against each thrust he made.
Standing behind Carson, John was playing with the string of beads in his lover’s ass, pulling the string just enough to force the first bead into the tight ring of muscle before releasing it, driving it back inside as the muscle tightened around it. Each time it slammed back into his prostate, Carson jerked harder into Rodney, making it impossible to establish any kind of rhythm. Both men were grinding harder and faster into each other desperate for completion, but John took them to the edge over and over, toying with the beads each time they built up speed and power.
Red faced and panting, “Carson finally had enough and twisted enough to push John to the far side of the transporter. That’ll be enough of that.”
Turning back to Rodney, he grabbed both hips and began thrusting in earnest. They’d taken him past the point of control and he needed release. He slammed into Rodney, sweat slicking the skin between them as his balls slapped against the scientist’s thighs.
Rodney was barely hanging on, mewling with each thrust as he teetered on the edge, unable to go over, the cock ring intensifying the sensations but holding him in check. His balls were pulled up tight by the unrelenting metal and even Carson’s dick hitting his prostate over and over wasn’t enough to give him release. The only thing that went through his mind was how incredible his orgasm would be when it finally came. “Harder, Carson. God, I’m so close.”
Fingers tightened on his hips, leaving bruises and Rodney felt Carson swell larger inside him, signaling his release. Rodney wanted to cry out, make him stop because he wasn’t quite there yet, and god it was so unfair. Carson suddenly screamed as John pulled the beads from his ass in one quick motion. Bucking forward, practically lifting Rodney off his feet, the scientist lost his breath, his mouth opening and closing, but nothing coming out. Holding Rodney’s hips in a death grip, Carson shuddered uncontrollably as he exploded deep inside him, mumbling incoherently as he pumped himself dry.
Pinned as he was, Rodney was helpless and when Carson slipped from his ass, he whimpered pathetically, “Nooooooooo….so close.” John was there to help Carson to the floor and turned to see Rodney sink to his knees, his chest heaving as he grabbed himself and began stroking his blood engorged erection. Tears fell as he pumped his own fist, desperate for release.
John’s hand settled atop his as he said softly, “Let me help.”
Rodney gasped between sobs, “Need…to…come. Please.”
Slipping behind him, John eased his hard length into Rodney’s ass, and smiled when his lover took him all. He started slow, letting Rodney adjust as he stroked his dick. Rodney thrust into his hand then pushed back, impaling himself on John’s cock over and over, mindful of nothing but his own pleasure.
Regaining the ability to move, Carson eased himself off the floor to lean into the wall, wiping the sweat off his face as he watched his two lovers establish a rhythm. John lifted Rodney up to where they were both more upright and settled him onto his thighs. Rodney’s head lolled back onto John’s shoulder, his body trembling uncontrollably as he moved closer and closer to release. It was erotic to watch Rodney sitting on John’s erection, riding him and Carson moved closer, his mouth finding Rodney’s nipples through his sweat soaked shirt. Nipping at one, Rodney jerked in John’s grasp and cried out, “Yes, yes…more.”
Replacing John’s hand, Carson gathered the precum that wept from Rodney’s cock and stroked him in long, firm motions as he continued to nip and bite on his lover’s nipples. John’s head was thrown back, fighting to keep from coming as Rodney wiggled around him. He wanted to feel Rodney come, but wasn’t sure he could last much longer. In a half strangled whisper, John pleaded with Carson, “Suck him.”
Dropping lower, Carson couldn’t prolong Rodney’s agony and enclosed his mouth around the hard, aching flesh and began sucking. Rodney took a deep gasping breath, arched violently into John and screamed as they both toppled backward. Barely hanging on, John felt Rodney’s muscles quiver around him and had to grab onto the thrashing scientist or risk him sliding away as his orgasm literally ripped through him, taking John with him. It seemed to go on forever, Rodney convulsing as he spewed stream after stream upward and gripping John’s dick tightly with each spasm of release.
John was begging through his own release, “Christ Rodney…stop! Too much.”
Carson watched in disbelief as both men experienced the fierce spasms until Rodney finally passed out from sheer ecstasy and John was able to pull his oversensitized flesh free. Rolling them both on their sides, John shook as tiny tremors assaulted him from within. Carson leaned closer, kissing Rodney’s tears and brushing the sweat-soaked hair off of John’s forehead. John smiled weakly as he looked up at Carson. “So cock ring must be a good thing.”
“Aye, so it seems,” chuckled
Rodney muttered tiredly, “Very good thing.”
Part 3: In the Name of Love
Crossing his arms, Rodney glared at Carson. “No.”
Rolling his eyes, Carson argued, “You promised you’d hear me out.”
“Oh please, I know that look. That gleam in your eye is a dead giveaway.” Rodney smirked, “You might have some of them fooled with the accent and the softy routine but I am so not falling for it.”
“You know you want to,” insisted Carson, smiling cheekily.
“Do not,” countered Rodney, stubbornly. His conviction wavered and he whined, “My tolerance for pain is legendary.”
“You mean your lack of tolerance,” teased Carson.
Rodney exclaimed arrogantly, “Exactly. There is absolutely no justification for enduring pain for something so trivial.”
Carson went for the kill. “Other than John would love it.”
Rodney rounded on him, his voice rising, “Oh that is so unfair.” He slumped back on the couch, defeated. “I hate you.”
Reaching out, Carson cupped Rodney’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. “Thank you.”
Leaning out of the kiss, Rodney scowled, “You said it was for John.”
Carson grinned, “Well, I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it as well. It has a certain appeal that only works with you, luv.”
Rodney snorted, shifting so he could rest his head in Carson’s lap. Fingers stroked his scalp and closing his eyes, Rodney asked with a sigh of resignation, “When do we do this? It’s not like it will go unnoticed.”
“John will be home in three weeks. That should be plenty of time.”
“Three weeks!” squeaked Rodney, “You didn’t say I’d need three weeks.” Trying to sit up in alarm, he was held in place with a firm hand from Carson. His voice rose in panic, “No way, I can’t do this Carson. Really, I don’t do pain well.”
Carson petted him with a soothing caress and that damned voice, “It won’t hurt for the whole time. I promise to make it as painless as possible.”
“You’ll give me the good drugs,” whined Rodney.
“You won’t need drugs. It’s a simple procedure.”
“Oh, says the man who is making me do this and not the other way around,” sneered Rodney, shooting Carson his best glare.
Carson smiled warmly to appease Rodney. “I’ll spoil you for the duration.”
Taking a deep breath, Rodney huffed, “I want Jell-o and…chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Oh and coffee. The good stuff you hoard, not the dregs they serve in the mess.”
“Whatever you say, luv,” conceded Carson, smiling happily as Rodney relaxed in his lap.
**************
John had waited impatiently for the Daedalus to get close enough to Atlantis to allow transport. It had been six weeks. Six long weeks and he wanted to be home, back with Rodney and Carson. He surprised himself at how much he missed them. They weren’t given to professions of love, other than Carson’s occasional pet names, but it was there nonetheless. They’d found something that worked in all the chaos and John was anxious to get back to it.
He slipped into his room, ready to drop off his bags and search out his lovers when familiar sounds drifted to his ears. In the dim room, he could make out the two figures on the bed and his eyes widened as his cock twitched. Carson knelt with his back to him, his sweat beaded skin and undulating hips left no doubt what he was doing. He couldn’t see Rodney clearly but the feet wrapped around Carson’s arms and the breathy moans were the best indicator he was enjoying himself.
They were oblivious to his presence and he very carefully slipped out of his clothes. Moving to the end of the bed, he silently leaned forward and whispered into Carson’s ear, “Missed you.”
Startled, Carson’s thrusting stuttered and his head jerked sideways in shock. As he opened his mouth to speak, John leaned closer and kissed him, hard and needy, delaying any attempt to alert Rodney. Pulling away, he slipped behind him, wrapping his arms around the doctor’s chest as he mumbled in his ear, “Fuck him.”
Carson took a deep breath and nodded and John leaned in to kiss him again, his tongue darting in to taste his lover after his long absence. Carson and Rodney had distinctive tastes and John took a moment to savor the familiar scent. As they kissed, Carson’s hips pressed into Rodney, who was still unaware that John had joined them.
Finally breaking away, John glanced over Carson’s shoulder, getting his first good look at Rodney, sprawled out, flushed and sweaty. Usually that was enough of a turn on, but his eyes were staring hard at Rodney’s chest. John’s breath hitched and his cock hardened like steel against Carson’s ass, his eyes pinned to the gleaming metal held between Rodney’s thumb and forefinger. His head thrown back and eyes closed, Rodney was clueless about the image he presented to his lovers as he played with his nipples. John ground his cock into Carson’s ass at the sight.
Carson was panting harshly and John nuzzled his ear, his voice husky with desire, “I want him when you’re done.”
Groaning, Carson slammed into Rodney, practically lifting him off the bed in his enthusiasm. Rodney moaned, his fingers working faster, pulling and tugging at the small ring of metal that pierced his nipples. John was captivated, his cock leaking with the itch to play with them.
His own fingers played and teased Carson’s nipples, mirroring Rodney’s actions, eliciting a groan from the man as he pounded Rodney’s ass. He was close judging by the change in rhythm of his thrusting. It became erratic and John shifted to Carson’s side as he muttered in a low, desperate voice, “Harder.”
Carson bit his lip to keep quiet, but nodded obediently as John slipped beside him, careful not to jostle the bed too much. Rodney still had his eyes closed in blissed out ecstasy as one hand teased the ring in his nipple and the other idly stroked his cock. Long, easy strokes, intent on dragging out the pleasure.
John couldn’t stand it a moment longer and dropped his head, wrapping his mouth around the ring and sucking it into his mouth. Rodney’s eyes shot open and his hands reached for the bed sheets, clenching them tightly as he arched off the bed, crying out, “Ohfuckfuckfuck.”
Sucking harder, John teased the ring with his tongue, enjoying the jolt of power with each tug as Rodney jerked under his ministrations. His cock throbbed for attention but he ignored it, enjoying too much Rodney’s response to even the smallest tug on the nipple ring. It was like having a direct conduit to his pleasure and John basked in it. Rodney was whimpering, pleading with John for more. Gripping the metal in his teeth, John tilted his head, twisting the ring to see the reaction it would get.
The body under him tensed, bucking up sharply and Rodney was gasping between breaths, “Stop… oh… god… stop.” It wasn’t a painful plea for John to stop, but more of a ‘it is too damn much and I’m going to come’ plea and John reached between his own legs and gripped his own cock hard to keep from coming.
Carson had other ideas, his hands holding Rodney’s thighs firmly against his chest as he pounded into his ass. Sweat poured off him as he pulled out, frantically slamming forward, his balls slapping Rodney’s ass as he begged John, “Oh lord, don’t stop. So close.”
Sitting up, John grasped the tiny ring in his fingers and tugged it at the same time he applied a twist and Rodney howled, his whole body tensing before he came hard, splattering his belly and John’s arm with warm sticky fluid. That was all it took and Carson slammed forward a final time and stilled, his face clenched tight as he shook with his release. John pulled on the ring, dragging another shudder from Rodney and making Carson suck in a sharp breath as Rodney’s ass milked the last of his release from him.
As they both started to collapse, John resisted the urge to push Carson away and ended up kissing him deeply before nudging him sideways onto the bed as he took his place. Rodney was slumped on the bed, his limbs sprawled in all directions as he tried to regain his breath. He was totally relaxed and John wasted no time settling between his legs, positioning himself to enter his lover.
Rodney lifted his head and opened one eye to protest, but his strength was gone and his head dropped back on the bed. John took that as consent and pushed forward, his cock stopping only after he breached the tight ring of muscle. Even letting Carson go first wasn’t enough to stretch Rodney enough to accommodate his larger cock and he received a hiss of discomfort for his efforts. He’d missed fucking Rodney. Missed fucking Carson but the nipple rings made Rodney too irresistible.
“Wait, wait, give me a minute. It’s been awhile,” cried Rodney, his fingers tightening into fists, his breath ragged as he tried to relax that extra bit.
“It’s only been six weeks,” rasped John, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold still.
Rodney glared at him, “And in that time, no one tried shoving a tree branch up my ass.” The whole sarcasm thing was lost when his ass relaxed, letting John slip in. He moaned, “Oh god, more.”
John was fighting the need to slam forward and bury himself balls deep in Rodney’s ass. He distracted himself, raising an eyebrow as he asked as nonchalantly as he could, considering how wonderful it felt to be inside Rodney’s tight, hot ass. “So, what’s new?”
Carson chuckled, a boneless heap beside Rodney. His voice was muffled due to his face being plastered to the bed, “You like it?”
Pushing deeper, John hissed, “It has potential.”
Rodney lifted his head and glared as he said incredulously, “I endured countless hours of pain and all you can say is it has potential.” He turned his head to Carson, sneering “I hate you.”
Returning the sneer, Carson reached out and flicked the ring with his finger, making Rodney shiver from head to toe.
John gasped and buried himself to the hilt, stopping to catch his breath. His body wanted to thrust, but he needed a minute or it would be over much too soon. Carson continued to play with the nipple ring, making Rodney squirm. John’s fingers grasped Rodney’s thighs in a white knuckled grip and his eyes glazed over. He growled at Carson, “More.”
Rodney was trashing, his nipples still sensitive from earlier and he mewled as Carson played. “Oh god, please, too much. Stop. Oh fuck, yeah, right there, do that again.”
John was panting between breaths as he thrust into Rodney, “God, you are so slick, Rodney. I want to fuck you hard.”
Nodding frantically, Rodney was arching into Carson’s hand and meeting John’s thrusts. “Do it!”
Shaking his head, John stopped and pulled out of Rodney, making him gasp at the sudden loss. As Rodney started to protest, John demanded in a low voice, “Roll over.”
Not needing any further encouragement, Rodney flopped to his stomach. John patted his ass. “On your hands and knees.”
Shaking, Rodney managed to rise up and John wasted no time slipping back into him, sighing deeply as he eased into the warm heat of Rodney’s ass. He wanted to just stay there, enjoy the wonderfulness of it, but his cock had other ideas, wanting to thrust in the worst way.
Still recovering, Carson was making a half-hearted attempt to wiggle under Rodney to get at his nipples. John smiled. Seems he wasn’t the only one attracted to the shiny bits of metal. Leaning over Rodney’s back, John kissed a spot between his shoulders and snaked an arm around Rodney’s broad chest. “God, I missed this, Rodney. Always so ready to be fucked.”
Rodney panted as he pushed back against John’s cock, “Yes, yes. I’m a slut. Can you please speed up?”
John’s fingers carded through the damp hair on Rodney’s chest, searching for a nipple ring. Carson latched onto the one closest to him making Rodney twitch. His ass muscles contracted in response, squeezing John’s cock and making him groan, “Damn, Carson. Do that again.”
Rubbing Rodney’s chest, John found the other ring and played with it, reveling in it as the tugs went directly to Rodney’s ass. Each teasing touch made Rodney’s muscles clench and unclench around John’s cock. Chest heaving, sweat slicking the space between them, John pulled out and slammed into Rodney’s ass but it wasn’t enough to ease the throbbing ache.
Tightening his arm around Rodney’s chest, John suddenly sat back on his knees, pulling Rodney with him. Rodney slumped in his arms and John bit his lip as he slipped even deeper into his ass. Rodney sucked in large breaths of air and John held him close as they both tried to regain some control over the rising sensations.
Rodney made the first move. As he lifted himself off of John’s cock, John teased the ring still in his fingers and Rodney whimpered, dropping his weight back down, impaling himself. Head buried in Rodney’s shoulder, John mumbled, “Ride me, Rodney. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Carson moaned, “That is so hot.” Lifting his head, John watched as Carson scooted forward, brushing against Rodney’s chest as he stroked his renewed erection. Rodney was already hard again, his engorged cock weeping. The man was beautiful, never holding back in the throes of pleasure. He was the most responsive when he was lost like this and neither John nor Carson had the will power to withstand the sheer pleasure Rodney exuded when they made love.
Gripping Carson’s shoulders, Rodney used him for leverage as he rose up and down on John’s cock. His rhythm broke each time John tugged at his nipples, never letting the sensations build enough for release. John was getting desperate, his cock throbbing painfully. He wanted to grab Rodney’s hips, make him go faster, but his hands were obsessed with the nipple rings.
Slipping one hand to cup Carson’s neck, he pulled him up and leaning over Rodney’s shoulder he devoured the doctor’s mouth, his tongue fucking Carson’s mouth as Rodney bucked between them. Carson’s hands gripped Rodney’s hips, guiding him, forcing him onto John’s cock harder and faster as he rutted into Rodney.
Rodney was crying, his breath coming in sobs as John tugged viciously on the rings, drawing him closer to the edge.
Carson was pressing hard, threatening their precarious balance as he ground his and Rodney’s groins together. John tensed his leg muscles, now aching, to counter Carson’s thrusting. Suddenly the pressure was gone, and Carson fell back on his haunches, his hand darting to his blood red cock. Grabbing it, he jerked it once, twice and shouted, “Aw bloody hell, I’m…I’m…”
John’s jaw clenched as he watched Carson’s face tense, the muscles in his neck corded tight as he stilled and his cock exploded, sending stream after stream onto Rodney’s cock and balls. Rodney couldn’t take any more and he bucked wildly, slamming onto John’s cock a final time before he was coming all over Carson, returning the favor. Both men were pumping into their fists, eyes closed tight as their orgasms reached a peak.
Gasping, John’s voice came out raw and needy as he begged, “Fuck, don’t stop.”
The muscles around John’s cock twitched and pulsed and it was suddenly too much. His cock swelled, Rodney screamed and he lost it. His balls drew up against the base of his shaft, feeling like they were being ripped from his body as the tingle turned to a blast. Light exploded along his nerve endings and the pressure in his cock sent a wave of convulsive pleasure through him. His arms reached around Rodney, holding him close forcing him down onto his pulsing cock as his hips thrust upward sharply, desperate. It seemed to go on forever, pumping his release deep in Rodney’s ass. When the spasms finally died off to where he could breath, he fell sideways on the bed, taking Rodney with him, gasping when his soft cock slipped free.
Carson flopped in front of Rodney and they all sighed with satisfaction, sated. All that was heard was the sound of heavy breathing as they enjoyed the contented aftermath. After several minutes, John wiggled closer to Rodney until he was snuggled against his back.
Rodney protested, “Comfy?”
Draping a hand over his chest, John drawled, “Yeah, you?”
All the bluster was gone when Rodney muttered, “Mm.” His hand reached out, finding a resting place on Carson’s hip. Carson’s hand found John’s arm, caressing it as his eyes fluttered closed.
John’s fingers absently roamed Rodney’s chest, finding the nipple ring too much temptation. With the lightest touch, he traced the metal, making Rodney shiver. John chuckled, “Sensitive.”
Rodney snorted, “You would be too with metal piercing your tit. And let’s not forget your’s and Carson’s insatiable need to tug and torture me.”
Carson opened his eyes, flashing him a dimple grin, “You love it.”
Huffing, Rodney tried batting John’s hand away, “Stop it. I’m already going to be sore from all your teasing.”
John paused, duly chastised. His concern was genuine. “Do they hurt?”
Seeing Carson’s concern across from him, John knew he felt just as guilty. Rodney must have sensed it and answered without his normal sarcasm, “More of a throbbing ache now.”
Kissing Rodney’s back, John yawned, “Too bad.”
Rodney relaxed into his arms. “Why?”
John chuckled tiredly, “I was thinking how hot it would be to run a chain through the rings, lead you around on a leash.”
John felt Rodney shudder against him and Carson’s eyes widened, darting to Rodney’s groin as he muttered huskily, “Is nothing beneath you, Rodney?”
Rodney blushed and John could feel the heat of his skin and the slight increase in the heart rate beneath his hand. Ducking his head, Rodney admitted sheepishly, “Apparently not.”
Eyes drifting shut, John dozed off, his arms around Rodney and Carson’s arms around them both. The image of Rodney chained and submissive made him smile in his sleep.