New Fic: Ready, Willing and Able

[chaps1870]

Title: Ready, Willing and Able

Author: chaps1870

Pairing: McKay/other McKay/Sheppard

Rating: NC-17,  Just a pwp for the sake of sex.

Word count: 6500

Summary: Being a sex slave wasn't so bad. 
Thanks to misty4mefor the fast beta job.

 

His heart was racing, his breathing labored as Korit played with his nipples. He was helpless to stop him as his master squeezed and pinched at the tender flesh, taking him higher and higher. Head on the bed and his ass in the air, he couldn’t move, couldn’t even find any friction for his achingly hard cock. Korit had tied him tightly today, hands and forearms were bound to his ankles, his knees spread wide so that his master could play. God, he needed to come badly and he begged shamelessly. “Please, please let me come.”

 

He tried to move, to shove his ass harder into the dildo that filled him but Korit only placed a comforting hand to his back, his fingers dancing lightly down his spine. “You can take more. You want more.”

 

Dropping his head, Rodney panted, needing more air before finally nodding frantically, Korit was right, he always was. Rodney wanted more, wanted to be taken higher. His submission was rewarded and Korit pushed the dildo deeper as he reached under Rodney to play with a nipple. Rodney gasped, arching into the painful pleasure as he whined, “Oh god, please, master.”

 

His cock was dripping but he couldn’t come, wouldn’t come. Not without permission. When he’d first arrived, Korit had bound him in a cockring to keep him hard and aching, but that hadn’t been necessary for some time. He could now hold back his orgasm for as long as Korit demanded it. He wouldn’t come until Korit allowed him to but it would be worth it. It always was. What did that say about him that he loved being played with as much as Korit loved playing. It hadn’t been so at first but after a month, Rodney had seen the affection in Korit’s eyes as he played, felt the fondness in his touch. Rodney used to wish it was someone else, but he’d grown used to Korit and he accepted who and what he was now. Even when Korit shared his slave with others he always made sure his pet was treated with care.

 

Rodney had never known such kindness with a lover. Prior to Korit, he considered it a good night if his lover left without making some snide remark about his looks or performance. In hindsight, it was probably the desperation that turned them off, but having someone appreciate it now was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. Korit loved to drive him to the point of begging and Rodney thrived on it. It had taken some time before he gave up control and allowed Korit to give him his pleasure. Sometimes he let himself fantasize about someone else giving him that pleasure, but that was forbidden to him and he kept it locked up most of the time.

 

His whole body trembled with need. Korit pushed the dildo deeper, grazing his prostate and Rodney gasped between breaths, “Harder, master.”

 

Korit laughed, “Patience, my pet. I have plans for you tonight.” Pulling the dildo out, he leaned forward across Rodney’s back. “Would you like more, my pet?” The dildo went back in slowly and Korit pinched his nipple hard, making him cry out. “I think I will turn you over and put the clamps on. Before that I think I will see how much you can take, my pet. Maybe try to fuck you with my cock and this.” Emphasizing his point, Korit shoved the dildo as deep as it would go.

 

Rodney’s muscles clenched down on the toy as his breathing turned shallow. God, he wanted that, wanted whatever Korit gave him.

 

Korit fucked him harder with the dildo, fingers tugging and pinching his red and swollen nipple. “Tell me, my pet.” He stopped playing and pulled the dildo free of his ass.

 

“NOOOO. Ohgod, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Rodney was desperate for release, desperate for more and he pleaded between gasps for air, “Please, Master. I want you in me. I want it all.” He was sobbing, his chest heaving but he didn’t care. He knew that Korit loved it when he made his pet beg and Rodney no longer felt self conscious letting go.

 

Chuckling, Korit rubbed his back in soothing circles. “You are beautiful, my pet. So beautiful like this.” Reaching for the bowl of oil, Korit stroked himself to full hardness, the sound of flesh on flesh driving Rodney higher. Mewling, he tried to thrust his ass towards the sound but the ropes and spread knees kept him firmly in place. Korit moved behind him, settling between his legs and Rodney almost shouted as the blunt head of his master’s cock breached his entrance. He didn’t stop until he was fully buried in Rodney’s ass.

 

Rodney wanted his hands free so he could grab his cock and pump into his fist. He knew it wouldn’t make him come but it would relieve the hurt. God, he needed to come. His cock ached, his balls ached and god, his ass ached with it. Korit wasn’t huge but his cock was thick and meaty, stretching Rodney’s ass, filling him.

 

Leaning over him, Korit whispered hoarsely, “Can you take more, my pet? Can I stretch you to take my hand while I play with your nipples later?”

 

Hands clenching and eyes closed tightly, Rodney’s cock jerked and oozed more precum.

Sweating heavily, Rodney’s nose ran and he sniffled, well past any point Korit had taken him in the past. He was settling into it, willing to do whatever Korit asked of him. He couldn’t find words and he nodded against the pillow. Grabbing his hips in a grip that would surely leave bruises, Korit slammed into him hard, making him cry out. “Ohgoddon’tstop.”

 

Korit fucked him hard for several minutes, ramming his cock deep with every thrust until Rodney was screaming for it. He was past coherent as his cock wept on the bedsheets and his body spasmed with the need for release. And still he held on, knowing it would be amazing when it happened.

 

A finger slid in beside Korit’s hardness and Rodney panted harshly, the extra stretch bordering on pain but exhilarating at the same time. He wanted to please Korit, take more. Take as much as he was willing to give.

 

It had taken time for Rodney to admit he was so needy, but Korit had a way of pulling it from him. The first time he’d performed for his master in front of others, with others, had done it for him. He allowed himself to be fucked, in his ass, in his mouth, he didn’t care. He loved it all and he wanted it. Korit had been so pleased that night. Sated and happy, Rodney had let him fuck his mouth until his throat was raw with it. When Korit came screaming, Rodney swallowed it all, coming on command the instant Korit said he could. Korit licked him clean. When that wasn’t enough, he’d put Rodney in the sling, his thighs pulled back and his ass exposed, and fucked him hard. Korit left him in the sling that whole night. Each time he woke, he fucked his pet, filling him with come until it was dripping out his ass and still he didn’t stop. Rodney came more that night than he ever had in his life and he finally accepted that he was a slut, a whore for cock. It wasn’t so hard to admit when he barely had the energy to open his eyes.

 

That was three months ago and Rodney still couldn’t get enough cock. Korit slipped in a second and third finger as he slowly fucked him. “Are you ready for more? Can you take more?”

Flushed and sweating profusely, Rodney tried to push back to show his willingness. Korit removed his fingers and Rodney whimpered, “Noooo.”

 

“Shhh, my pet. I will fill you soon.” A hand pressed firmly on his lower back, comforting and soothing. Korit was applying more lube and several seconds passed before Rodney felt it. Felt the burn as Korit pushed the dildo against his opening. It was so damn tight, pressed against Korit’s own hardness as he slowly pushed it forward past the tight ring of muscle. Korit’s breath hitched as he whispered, “So perfect. You can do this, my pet. You are doing great.”

 

It burned and god, it felt so damn good, to be stretched this way. He didn’t think it was possible and he thought he might hyperventilate as he tried to breathe through it. Korit took it slowly, only pushing forward when Rodney’s breathing eased off. His patience rewarded, Rodney’s muscles finally relaxed at the intrusion and the dildo slid in, making Korit gasp this time as it brushed against his length.

 

He panted, “I will not last this round, my pet. You are too beautiful and I need…” He pulled out slightly and pounded Rodney’s ass with short, forceful thrusts, grunting each time he buried himself to the hilt, the dildo only adding to both of their pleasure.

 

Rodney was beside himself, the pain and pleasure blending until he couldn’t tell one from the other. His body shivered, trembled and seized up and he wanted to come so bad he thought he might die if it didn’t happen soon.

 

It didn’t happen. Korit was suddenly gone from his ass and the blood rushing through his head made it difficult to process what was happening. He was so deeply into his own need that he couldn’t focus on much else. He was being dragged to the corner, awkward tied as he was, but he could feel Korit at his back, holding him against his chest. He wasn’t worried, he knew he was safe with Korit. “He is not hurt. I wouldn’t hurt him.”

 

“Put him down,” the voice commanded. Rodney thought he recognized the voice but he was so close to coming he couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

 

They were backed into the corner, Rodney curled into his master’s lap, still hard and aching. He pleaded with Korit. He was so close that it hurt and he couldn’t stop the tears, “Please, Master. I need to come. Please.”

 

“Cut him loose, now!” Realization struck and Rodney’s cock twitched hard. God, to have Sheppard see him like this should have been embarrassing, but after all Rodney had been through it only added fuel to the fire. He no longer had an aversion to public sex and having the man of his desires see him naked was almost enough to push him over the edge whether Korit commanded him or not.

 

The bindings on his arms were cut, but Rodney didn’t move away. Instead he continued to shake in earnest, burrowing closer to Korit. “Please.”

 

“Let him go, Korit.”

 

“I will release him to you, but do not let him linger this way. Allow me to help him. He needs his release.”

 

“Like hell,” growled Sheppard. “Let him go.” Rodney couldn’t really make out what was happening, his eyes were pleasure gazed and he was pleading nonstop with Korit to do something.

 

“Do you care so little that you would watch him suffer? Look at him, Colonel. He is desperate for it. Did you know that about him? That he will do anything for it. He is the most responsive I’ve ever had and I hate to lose him.” Korit spoke fondly, “However, I can see that you want him too and I can always find another. I did not know he belonged to someone else.”

 

“He doesn’t belong to me or anyone else. We don’t own people.”

 

Korit countered, “You can own him, Colonel. He wants that. He needs it.” Korit caressed Rodney’s arms as he spoke, “You want this don’t you, my pet? You crave it.”

 

Rodney whimpered when Korit’s hand grazed his weeping cock and he bucked into it, oblivious to anything but completion.

Korit whispered in his ear. “Come, my pet. Show your colonel how beautiful you are.”

And he did. He came so hard he thought it would never end. His cock spasmed stream after stream, coating his chest and stomach. The intensity rocked him and he couldn’t pull enough air into his lungs. His body remained rigid as his orgasm peaked, taking him to unknown heights. He basked in it for several seconds before it became too much and he blacked out.

 

*******

 

He’d woken up on the floor of the jumper, Korit’s soft robe covering him. Sweaty and sticky, he had to resist the need to throw it off. As much as he was used to being naked, his teammates might not appreciate it. Sitting up, he pushed himself back so that he could rest against the bench seat in the back of the jumper. Teyla squatted beside him as Ronon looked on. “It is good to see you again, Rodney.”

 

“Thanks,” said Rodney softly. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling at the moment. It was all very sudden. One minute he was out of his mind with release and then he wakes up in a jumper six months after being captured, having given up on any kind of rescue months ago. He looked into Teyla’s eyes and asked quietly, concern tingeing his voice “Korit. What happened to him?”

 

Startled by his question, Teyla recovered quickly. Patting his arm, she sighed before answering, “He is fine, Rodney. He did not fight us for your release.”

 

Nodding, Rodney ducked his head, closing his eyes to stop the sting behind them. He was so confused. Torn between relief that he was free and hurt that Korit had let him go so easily. Huddling into the oversized robe, he was suddenly grateful for the chance to hide from his teammates. What he thought was great just hours ago, was tarnishing quickly, leaving humiliation in its wake. None of his team spoke the rest of the journey home.

 

 

 

 

His welcome home was a bit overwhelming and he was grateful when Carson finally insisted he go to the infirmary. Teyla and Ronon kept him close, shielding him from the worst of it. Sheppard begged off to debrief for Elizabeth.

 

It was nice to feel missed but it was too much too soon and he needed time to adjust. Carson respected his wishes and put him a private room, but not before insisting he talk to Kate Heightmeyer. She went on and on and Rodney gave all the appropriate responses. He really didn’t feel like he needed any help on this one. It wasn’t like he was traumatized or anything. God, he’d had some of the best orgasms of his life and if the begging was any indication, it’s not like he didn’t ask for it. 

 

After the first week back, everyone was still walking on egg shells around him. What could he possibly tell everyone that would get them to stop with the surreptitious looks and careful conversations? ‘Hey, guess what? Apparently, I’m a slut for cock. Who knew?”

 

Thankfully, what transpired on Nuberia was kept to essential personnel. Even Radek didn’t know. Given his propensity for gossip, Rodney was reassured that his secret was safe. 

 

Sheppard avoided him, which given how he’d found his teammate was unsurprising. How often do you see your best friend with his ass in air, impaled with cock and dildo, begging for more?  

 

Rodney figured it was only a matter of time before the other shoe dropped and he would be asked to leave the team. Unwilling to face that truth, he hid out in the labs until he was too exhausted to go on then returned to his room to sleep. Usually he could relax enough by jacking off before bedtime, but that was out of the question now. Apparently he couldn’t come now without permission, without being restrained, tied up, unable to move.

 

It had only taken three months in the hands of the Nuberans to change everything he knew about himself. It took another three months for him to realize he liked it. His needs weren’t a problem on Nuberia. They were all too willing to help him out. Here on Atlantis, not so much. How the hell did he approach someone with his problem? “Hey, would you mind tying me up, fucking me blind, then tell me to come?”

 

After two weeks, Rodney was sexually frustrated and his staff was once again slinking away from his ire. Everything was status quo, except that Sheppard was still avoiding him.

 

Staring up at his ceiling, hand on his achingly hard cock, Rodney pounded the bed with his free hand. It was stupid to think that he could come if he just kept working at it. His cock was throbbing in his fist as he humped into it, desperate for release. After an hour, he was no closer to coming than he was a week ago and he slumped back on the bed. Fuck, there was no sleeping now. Not as hard as he was. Very carefully, he got out of bed and hunched his way into the shower, hoping the cold water would take away his hard on.

 

The shower worked wonders, but also succeeded in chasing away any sleepiness Rodney was feeling. Maybe he could return to the labs. With luck, Radek would be gone and he wouldn’t have to endure the pathetic looks. The man still hadn’t learned the truth behind Rodney’s incarceration and it was killing the Czech. Getting dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt he left his room, Rather than head to his lab he found himself heading towards the gym.

 

That was something else that changed in the six months he was gone. Korit liked him fit and trim, and Rodney had to admit that after the initial pain and suffering, he got used to it. It didn’t hurt the way the Nuberians looked at him either. He’d never had anyone look at him that way. Most of the time, his dates looked at him with disgust. Since his return, he’d managed to find time to continue his work outs a couple times a week.

 

Entering the gym, he was grateful it was empty. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain his presence. Crossing the room, he adjusted the weights on the barbell. Straddling the bench, he laid back and grabbed the bar. With a deep breath, he lifted the bar and began to count. After twenty, his arms were aching and weak. It was stupid to do this without a spotter. His arms were trembling and the muscles strained to lift the bar back into position. Eyes closed tight, jaw clenched, he struggled to raise his arms. Just when he thought he’d have to scoot out from under the bar or risk crushing his skull, the weight was suddenly gone. His arms fell limply to his sides and he opened his eyes to find Sheppard staring down at him, his expression unreadable. “You shouldn’t do that without a spotter, McKay.”

 

Sitting up, Rodney leaned forward, breathing heavily as he reached for his towel. Covering his hands with the towel, he dropped his head, letting it soak up the worst of the dampness on his face. “I was doing just fine,” he answered, his voice muffled in his hands.

 

Sheppard snort, “Sure you were.”

 

Rodney dared a sideways glance and tried for casual. “Why are you up so late?

 

Shrugging, Sheppard sat on the bench closest and picked up a twenty pound dumbbell. Elbow on his knee, he lazily hefted it a few times. “Couldn’t sleep.”

 

The colonel’s bicep bulged with the effort, straining the sleeve of his t-shirt. Rodney had to look away, hopeful that the loose sweats hid his growing erection. With his mood lately, it didn’t take much to make him hard these days. Lifting the leg closest to Sheppard, he slipped it over the bench, putting his back to the Colonel. “I’m surprised you helped me out. I figured you’d welcome the chance to get rid of me.”

 

Silence descended. It was several long moments before Sheppard spoke, “Why would you think that? I spent six months trying to find you.” He sounded hurt.

Rodney wrung his hands in the towel. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

 

Sheppard sighed audibly, “Just thinking.” Rodney snorted. John raised a brow. “What?”

 

Turning sharply, Rodney responded, “Look, can we just cut to the chase. You saw me on the planet and I know it’s messing with your homophobic military sensibilities. If you want to beat the hell out of me be my guest, it’s not gonna change anything. If you want to kick me off the team, I won’t stop you.” Storming to his feet to leave, Sheppard grabbed his arm and spun him around. 

 

They stood face to face. Sheppard snapped, “What crawled up your ass?” Rodney eyes widened and Sheppard cringed. “Okay, bad choice of words.”

 

Rodney lost it. “You want to know what crawled up my ass?” His voice rose, “I spent six months as a sex slave and I liked it. Now I can’t come. Do you get that? I can’t come because there is no one here to tell me I can. I’ve spent two weeks trying everything imaginable and I. Can’t. Come. Then I find out my best friend doesn’t want anything to do with me now that he knows the truth. So yes, Colonel, something did crawl up my ass and guess what? I liked it. You do what you have to.” Snatching his towel off the bench, Rodney glared at Sheppard then stomped from the room.

*************

Watching Rodney leave, John stared at his retreating ass. He muttered to himself, “Way to go, John!”

 

He felt bad for wanting that ass so much. He shouldn’t be lusting after his best friend. Especially after seeing him on the planet, tied up and begging for more. Christ, if John hadn’t been so angry at the Nuberians, mostly Korit, he would have come on the spot. He always figured McKay was straight given his gushing over Carter. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about Rodney and that ass and impaling that ass, and tying him up and making him beg and Fuck…He pushed down hard at the base of his cock to keep from coming. Bending over, he took several deep breaths before control returned. Straightening up, he squared his shoulders and left the gym with a new determination.

 

The next night he put his plan into effect, entering Rodney’s quarters with relative ease to wait on the errant scientist. Rodney showed up around one, not even bothering to turn up the lights before shedding his clothes. His eyes already adjusted to the moonlight streaming in the window, John sat at Rodney’s desk and enjoyed the show. He had a speech all planned to explain his presence but all that came out as he stared was, “Nice.”

 

Whirling on him, Rodney shouted in alarm, “What the fuck are you doing in my quarters?”

 

Standing, John shortened the distance between them only to have Rodney back away. Frustrated by Rodney’s lack of trust, John spoke a little more harshly than he intended, “I just wanted to talk, McKay. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

 

“Why not?” asked Rodney, genuinely confused.

 

“Didn’t you get the part where I spent six months looking for you?”

 

“Of course I did, but that was before you found me with my ass in the air.”

 

John smiled, “Which was very hot, by the way.”

 

Rodney frowned. “Huh.”

 

John stepped closer. Rodney was either too stunned to move or he was still clueless. “I want to help you.”

 

“With what?”

 

Yep, still clueless. “You said you couldn’t come. I want to help.”

 

Rodney huffed and tried to escape, “You can’t. Straight, remember?”

 

John planted his hands on either side of Rodney’s head, stopping him. Leaning in, he breathed in his ear, “Who said I was straight?”

 

Freezing, Rodney slowly lifted his head, meeting John’s eyes. His expression softened for a second, revealing everything to John before he slipped his mask back into place. “I don’t need your pity.”

 

With remarkable speed, John had him pinned to the wall, his hard-on pressed to his hip. “Does that feel like pity, Rodney?”

 

Rodney mewled and even in the moonlight, John could see his eyes glaze over. From one minute to the next, Rodney had dropped to his knees, had John’s cock out and was sucking on it like it was his last meal. Gasping, John’s hands scrambled to find leverage on the wall as Rodney sucked and licked his cock. “Christ, Rodney. A… little… warning.”

 

Rodney wasn’t hearing anything. He grabbed John’s ass and forced him into his mouth, faster and harder. John wasn’t going to last. God, it was so hot seeing Rodney so damn desperate. He was going to come and nothing was going to stop it. Grabbing Rodney’s head with one hand, he thrust forward. Rodney dropped his hands, tilted his head back and took it. That did it. John jerked into Rodney’s mouth, burying his cock deep, coming harder than he’d ever come in his life. “Oh fuck!” He bucked several times as his cock spurted deep into Rodney’s throat. Rodney just moaned and swallowed, causing John to scream out his name as he finished. Even as he slumped to the floor, Rodney was still trying to lick him clean.

 

Sitting on the floor with Rodney nuzzling his softening cock was beyond any of John’s fantasies and he had to pull Rodney off or risk embarrassing himself. He gasped between breaths, “Stop. God, Rodney, stop.”

 

Rodney’s chest was heaving and his hard cock tented the fabric of his sweats as he sat up, hands planted firmly on his thighs as he trembled. He looked at John, his pupils blown out as he pleaded embarrassingly, “Anything. I’ll do anything if you tie me up and let me come.”

 

“Now, Rodney, come for me now.”

 

Falling forward onto his hands, Rodney sobbed, “Can’t. Oh god, I can’t. Need… you… to…”

 

“What?” John reached for him. “What do you need?”

 

 

It hurt to see Rodney so vulnerable, so desperate when it should have been hot. Rodney thought he should be ashamed of his need. John straightened and reached out to caress his cheek. “Don’t, Rodney. You can ask for it. I want to do this for you.”

 

Rodney whimpered but didn’t move. He was panting for air, sweating heavily as his eyes begged. “Please, John. Tie me up.”

 

John stood on rubbery legs and pulled Rodney to his feet, kissing him before he was even fully standing. John kissed him breathless, his tongue darting into the scientist’s mouth to taste. When his cock started to stir, he had to have more. Pulling back from Rodney he grabbed the bindings he’d brought from the desk and ordered him in a strangled whisper. “Get on the bed. Tell me what you need.”

 

Rodney didn’t move. “Anything. I’ll do anything you want.”

 

Oh god, that was so fucking hot, but this wasn’t about him. It was about Rodney this time. “What do you need? So you can come?”

 

Rodney stood there trembling. He muttered, “Tie me up, so I can’t move. Any position you want me in.”

 

“God, Rodney. I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

 

“Please, John. I need to come.” His breath was coming fast, his clothes soaked in sweat as he begged. John had to fight the urge to push him down on the bed and just fuck him into the mattress.

 

Taking a deep breath, John said, “Okay, okay. I can do this. Strip down and lay on your back.”

 

The words barely left his mouth and Rodney was stripping, slipping out of his sweats and peeling off his shirt faster than John thought possible. Rodney’s need was making him so hard it hurt. He shook as he knelt on the bed between Rodney’s outstretched legs. “How do you normally do this?”

 

Rodney pulled up his legs and slipped his hands behind his knees, pulling himself open and exposing his ass to John. John had to close his eyes briefly to keep from coming. This was so much hotter than anything he could have come up with, had come up with in his fantasies.

 

Rodney’s cock was hard and leaking, deep purple and pulsing as he mewled, “Tie my…hands…to my knees.” He hesitated before adding shyly, “You can tie them to the bed to pull them higher or loop a rope behind my back to the other knee to open my legs more.”

 

John grabbed for his cock quickly, gripping it firmly as he struggled to breathe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was several seconds before he could speak, without squeaking. “What do you want? What do you need?”

 

“Both, can you do both? The less I can move the better,” Rodney said, a little less reluctantly, but still blushing.

 

Nodding, John’s hands shook as he tied Rodney’s hands to his knees. As he leaned over Rodney to tie his legs to the bed frame, Rodney’s mouth grazed his cock and John groaned out loud, his hips automatically grinding into the heat. Rodney took it as an invitation to nuzzle and he mouthed John’s cock through his sweats, mewling and whimpering as he did so. John latched onto the upper bed frame and tried to breathe, torn between letting Rodney continue and getting him tied so he couldn’t tease.  Although, John didn’t think that Rodney was purposely teasing. He would have done anything John asked so it couldn’t be considered teasing.

 

Gathering his resolve, John grabbed the ties and finished restraining Rodney. Settling back, he made sure he lifted enough to avoid Rodney’s mouth or they’d never get through this without John coming before they got started. Taking a moment, he closed his eyes, but listening to Rodney panting and whimpering for release so wasn’t helping his resolve.

 

With one final move he got the rope under Rodney’s back and pulled the slack out. Rodney’s leg dropped open further and John stopped, afraid of hurting him. Rodney whined, “More, I can do more.”

 

John shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He was shaking so bad that even his voice was off.

 

Rodney opened his eyes, imploring. “More, I can take it. Wider.”

 

Testing the rope, John pulled it tighter, watching for any sign of discomfort. He was surprised by Rodney’s flexibility. Maybe that had improved in the last six months too. Tying off the other knee, he pulled it open as far as the first. Rodney was literally spread before him, tied open and exposed to anything John wanted to do.

 

It was heady to have such power and John let himself enjoy it for a bit. Reaching out, he touched the tip of Rodney’s cock where precum had gathered, rubbing it between his fingers. His fingers dropped lower to tease Rodney’s entrance. He smiled. “Can you come now if I tell you to?”

 

Nodding, Rodney squeaked, his chest heaving and his ass clenching, “No no no god yes, but I want you in me.”  

 

John asked as he slipped a finger into Rodney’s ass, “Can you get hard again if I let you come?”

 

Rodney arched his ass as best he could given his position and shouted, “Yes, fuck yes. Anything you want. Please, John, let me come.”

 

Forcing his finger into Rodney, he found his prostate on the first try and hissed, “Now, Rodney. Come for me.”

 

The muscles around his finger clamped down hard and Rodney’s balls pulled up tightly to the base of his cock. He stopped breathing, every muscle in his body contracting and he screamed as his cock erupted in a heavy stream of come that shot upward, covering his chest and neck before spasming again to cover his belly and cock with each successive stream of his release. When it finally stopped, he slumped into his restraints still convulsing from the aftershocks. John couldn’t wait any longer and he gathered what come he could in his hand and shoved two fingers into Rodney’s ass, scissoring and stretching his quivering hole. Rodney’s head thrashed back and forth against the onslaught of sensation but he made no move to get away nor did he protest when John added a third and then fourth finger.

 

John’s cock was hard as steel but he couldn’t stop finger fucking the scientist, fascinated as he watched Rodney’s cock harden before his very eyes. God, it was such a rush and he couldn’t take much more. He wanted to be buried where his fingers were. He could feel Rodney’s inner muscles clench around his fingers and his cock ached to be inside the tight heat. With his free hand he scooped up more come from Rodney’s chest and smeared his cock with it, unwilling to stop finger fucking for even the second it took to prep himself.

 

Rodney lay with his mouth open, breathing in great gasps of air as he moaned for whatever John wanted. “God, you are so hot, Rodney. I can’t decide if I want to fuck you with my fingers or my cock.”

 

“Both, god I can take it. Whatever you want.”

 

That did it. John pulled his fingers free and grabbing his cock he lined it up with Rodney’s entrance and pushed forward. He wanted to take it slow, give Rodney time to adjust, but he couldn’t. The tightness drew him in and he slammed forward, burying himself balls deep. He stilled, afraid he’d hurt Rodney but that lasted only long enough for Rodney to sob desperately, “Move, move. I…I… oh god, please fuck me.”

 

John shuddered, slowing down as he pulled out, hoping to prolong his impending climax. He wasn’t going to last no matter what he did and his cock swelled as he slammed forward hard, making Rodney cry out for more. “Yes, harder. Do it harder, John. Fuck me.”

 

Repositioning his hands on either side of Rodney’s head for leverage, he pulled out and pounded back into Rodney’s ass, pushing him into the mattress with each powerful thrust of his hips. He could hardly breathe, but he couldn’t stop talking. “You are amazing, Rodney.” Sweat and come smeared between them and John couldn’t shut up as he lifted his hips and bucked forward, trying to get deeper. “I’ve never seen anyone so hungry for it. So damn hot, you’re killing me. Is it me, Rodney or would you let anyone fuck you?”

 

Rodney hesitated and despite his answer, John could see the truth. “You, it’s you.”

 

John stopped, and Rodney cried, “No, no, don’t stop. Please, John. Fuck me.”

 

“Tell me the truth,” growled John, not so much angry as he was turned on. The thought of watching Rodney getting fucked was almost as hot as fucking him.

 

He was shocked by his reaction, but even more surprised by Rodney’s glistening eyes as tears gathered. “You, I’ve wanted you for so long. Didn’t think I could have you.”

 

There was a hesitation in his voice and John added for him, “But you’d let someone else fuck you. You love being fucked.”

 

Rodney’s erection softened and his face fell. “Maybe. God, John I can’t help it. I’ve… I’ve never…”

 

John thrust into him hard making him gasp. “What? You’ve never what?”

 

Blue eyes were shining, as he whispered, “I’ve never had anyone want me like this. I can’t get enough. I didn’t know it could be this good. God, it feels so good to be fucked. In my ass, my mouth, I don’t care. I just want to feel this good all the time.” Don’t hate me for that.”

 

Tears fell and Rodney closed his eyes, turning his head away. John sighed and shook his head, hating himself for pushing his friend like this. Shifting his body, he balanced his weight on one hand and cupped Rodney’s cheek with the other, wiping away the tears. “I don’t hate you. Never. I want this as bad as you do, Rodney.”

 

Rodney’s eyes shot open. “Really?”

 

John thrust into him a few times to prove his point. “God, Rodney, do you have a clue how hot you are? I want you. I don’t want to share but the idea of watching someone fuck you is so hot.” His hips shot forward as he thrust harder, deeper. “Who, Rodney? Tell me who else you want to fuck you?”

 

Rodney shook his head, refusing to answer. John thrust harder, slamming into his prostate with each push forward until Rodney was hard and leaking again. He grunted between thrusts, “Tell me.”

 

Arching into it, Rodney’s desperation returned as quickly as it had left and he screamed, “Ronon, god Ronon.”

 

“Teyla?” asked John, fighting back his orgasm at the thought of either of his teammates taking Rodney.

 

“Yes, fuck yes.”

 

“Both of them or all of us. Would you like that, Rodney? All of us fucking you, taking you? Using you?”

 

Rodney’s balls tightened and he sobbed, “Yes, god yes.” He was thrashing now, trying to find release, but he was tied too tightly. John could see the need and he couldn’t stop himself as he pounded Rodney’s ass.

 

“Come for me, Rodney. Now. Tighten that sweet ass of yours around my cock. I want to feel you come. I want to fill your ass.” He couldn’t believe the words spilling from his mouth but he was powerless to stop them. It was so damn hot watching Rodney respond to his commands. He’d never had anyone turn him on like this and he thrust frantically into Rodney, needing to find his own release.

 

Rodney came, his hands grabbing the ropes for purchase as his body seized. The intensity of his response sent John over the edge and his hips jerked once, twice and he was coming in Rodney’s ass as it clenched around him, taking everything from him. He collapsed forward onto Rodney’s chest and tried to breathe.

 

It was several moments before he caught his breath. It was several more before he realized that Rodney’s breathing was erratic and he could find the strength to lift his head. “Rodney?”

 

When he didn’t answer, John grew worried and he quickly untied the ropes binding Rodney and pulled him close, spooning around him. “It’s okay, buddy. Take your time.”

 

Rodney tensed in his arms. “I’m sorry.”

 

“For what? God, Rodney that was fantastic.”

 

“But…”

 

“But what?”

 

“I… I wanted it to be just you.”

 

It was John’s turn to ask. “But?”

 

“On the planet, with Korit. I wanted him. I even enjoyed it, John. But I kept thinking about you. How good it would be if it was you I was trying to please. If it was you that wanted to fuck me, that wanted his cock sucked. That wanted to watch others taking me.”

 

John nuzzled Rodney’s neck, arms and legs drawing him closer. “Oh yeah, I want, Rodney, but only if that is what you want.”

 

Rodney whimpered and John smiled. This is what Rodney needed. Needed somebody to want him, own him, make him their’s. “You’re mine now, Rodney. I get to do what I want, when I want.”   Rodney relaxed in his arms, snuggling closer. John tightened his arms around him. He didn’t think he’d ever have Rodney, let alone this. This was way beyond his imagination but so worth the wait.

 

He lay with Rodney in his arms, listening as his breathing evened out in sleep. John held him for a long time, thinking about all the ways he could pleasure his new lover. Oh yeah, he could do this. 

 

The End

 

Comments

[trollsttroll.livejournal.com]

Shit... I'm speechless. Really.

...

DP, bondage, slavery, cock/cum sluts... you just hit my kinks and hard.

Damn. *whimpers*

[chaps1870.livejournal.com]

Oh sweet, a kindred soul. Thanks for the lovely response. ;)

[trollsttroll.livejournal.com]

I added it to my memories... :P

I'm a little better now... by that I mean, my jaw isn't on the floor any longer. Haha!

Oh, yes a kindred spirit indeed.

I recently wrote a fic chapter involving DP... in Jackass/HIM fandom of all things. MEEP!

[chaps1870.livejournal.com]

Cool.