Alex woke up suddenly, momentarily confused as to where he was. Then he remembered, and turned bright red.
He turned over and came face to face with Fox, fast asleep; according to the man's watch, it was 2am.
Alex hadn't realised he was that tired.
Fox stirred, disturbed by Alex's movement, and that was when Alex noticed the man's chest. More specifically, the fact that it was bare.
Two eyes opened, glinting in the pale light of the various electronics around the building, which seemed brighter in the middle of the night. Fox gave Alex a lazy smile, then placed a finger over his mouth, reminding him to keep quiet. Alex managed not to roll his eyes - Fox was obviously still half asleep.
"Are you cold?" the older spy asked.
Alex shrugged even though he had goosebumps and was seconds away from shivering. (It was the middle of the night and he was on top of the duvet in a thin t shirt and jeans. Sue him.)
A warm hand touched his bare arm and Alex couldn't help pressing into it, which Fox took as a cue to pull him closer. Alex soon found himself clutched against a slightly sweaty chest, but he was under the covers and Fox was like a radiator, so he couldn't find it in himself to care.
Fox hummed quietly in his ear and Alex drifted off peacefully.
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When Alex awoke a second time, he was, somehow, cuddling Fox. He froze, worried to wake him, until he heard a chuckling in his ear.
"Don't worry, Cub, I'm awake."
"What time is it?"
"Around eight... I've been awake since seven."
"Sorry."
"Don't be, you're a great cuddler-" Alex blushed, but didn't try to pull away, "-and it sounded like you were having some interesting dreams. Care to share?"
"..." Alex wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"Mm, doesn't matter," Fox disentangled himself from Alex and got up, "we always talk about what we did the previous day and what we want to try out over breakfast-"
"Eagle said it was at noon."
"It's meant to be, but we usually just do it at breakfast." Fox grinned at Alex. "The sooner the meeting's done, the sooner we can get back to work. Anyway, we can talk about your dreams then."
Alex swallowed.
"C'mon, it'll be fuuuun," with that, Fox sauntered out of the room, dressed only in his boxer shorts, leaving Alex alone in the cooling bed.
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Alex refused to look at anyone during breakfast. The half-naked men around him were chatting about their favourite positions and who had given the best hand job yesterday (it was Wolf), and Alex didn't want to hear any of it. Well, actually, he wanted to hear all of it, but was concerned by the reacton of his lower regions. Yesterday's hand job still left him a virgin, and he was both impatient and terrified to lose the title.
Soon, however, the four had covered all their bases, and were ready to discuss Cub. Alex fixed his eyes on his cereal, while they fixed their eyes on him.
"Cub?" asked Fox, sitting on Alex's right.
Alex gave a vague shrug, not looking up.
"Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?"
Alex nodded.
"What did you enjoy?"
Alex turned red and didn't reply.
"Y'know, if you tell us, you could be doing it again in less than ten minutes."
Alex stiffened - in more ways than one.
"Did you like the massage?"
A nod.
"The handjob?"
A slightly faster nod.
"Two people?"
Two slightly frantic nods.
"Being held down?"
Alex was still.
"You didn't like that?"
Alex shook his head quickly, of course he liked being held down, utterly helpless beneath the pair's touches. Then he nodded, unsure of how his shake would be interpreted. It occurred to him that he needed to use words in order to explain properly, which was a shame as his throat had gone dry.
"I-" his voice cracked and he shut his mouth again, his ears burning with embarrassment.
"Yes?"
"I liked that a lot." Alex was pleased that his voice didn't break much.
"Would you like to do it again?"
Alex nodded.
"Do we all get to play?" Alex was slightly surprised by Eagle's voice, having forgotten the other three were still in the room, and finally looked up.
The predatory expressions that greeted him were thrilling, creating a pit of...something that bubbled in his stomach. Alex swallowed, suddenly wanting all of them to play with him.
He gave the man a nod, aware that he probably looked as scared as he felt.
"Do we get to play now?" That was Snake, who had leant over the table with his face in his hands, very close to Alex.
"If you want." Alex tried to ignore how quiet his voice sounded. He didn't think he could make it any louder without it squeaking, but he still murmured, "Green light."
"We really want," Fox purred with new vigour, "to play with our sexy new toy."
Alex couldn't help shivering at that. He looked at Fox, but had to lower his eyes immediately. A hand touched his jaw, turning his face back up again, and lips brushed against his. Alex tried to pull back but the hand moved to the back of his head, holding him in place. Alex shivered again and pressed closer to the soft, warm lips that were slowly caressing his, closing his eyes.
A tongue slid along his lips and Alex gasped at the unexpected sensation. The tongue took advantage of that, pushing into his mouth and touching his, which recoiled in surprise, leaving the intruder to explore his mouth. The hand was joined by a second one, which slid down his side, leaving a tingling trail along his skin. It reached his ass and squeezed it slowly, before slipping around it to his thigh, which it gripped tightly.
The first hand did the same with the other thigh, parting them to allow a body between them, which pressed against Alex's front. Unexpectedly, the hands lifted him off his seat. Alex reached up to wrap his arms around the body in front of him, but they were clutched by another set of hands and pulled behind his back roughly. Alex struggled against them, but they were too strong to resist. A hot mouth behind him sucked on his neck, as the tongue in his mouth lapped at a particularly sensitive spot just under his own tongue.
Alex couldn't help letting out a small moan, which was swallowed by the mouth that dominated his.
The pair that had pinned him carried him between them, taking him somewhere. They stopped suddenly, then he was dropped onto a soft surface. His eyes snapped open in surprise, just in time to see Wolf climbing onto his midsection. Alex watched with wide eyes as the man pulled Alex's shirt over his nead, then took each of his hands and pinned them above him, leaning over so that their faces were a mere inch apart, their bare torsos pressed against one anothers.
Alex swallowed. Wolf grinned, then latched his mouth onto Cub's, licking at the same spot as Fox had and biting lightly on his lower lip. He pulled back to observe the wriggling teen below him, taking in his lust-filled eyes and desperate panting with a purr of appreciation.
The other three men crowded around the two, Fox twisting a strip of black fabric in his hands. Alex watched them with wide eyes, suddenly aware of what he had agreed to.
Hands grabbed his wrists. Alex looked up and saw Snake on one side, Eagle on the other, each tightly gripping a hand and pulling them to seperate corners of the bed. Alex tugged lightly, but recieved no slack.
Three men looked at Fox, prompting Alex to do the same. He bit his lip at the sight of the fabric strip, understanding what it was for as Fox leaned in and pressed it against his eyes. Alex shook his head from side to side, growling at the man, but didn't give any real protest, and soon Fox had the blindfold tied securely.
He'd been too distracted by Fox to notice the other two buckling leather cuffs onto him, attaching them to hoops imbedded in the headboard. It was then that Alex noticed he was not in the 'vanilla' room. A second later he realised he was completely at their mercy until they decided to let him go.
Once Snake and Eagle were confident that Alex wasn't going anywhere they shifted back, as did Wolf, who sat upright on Alex's stomach, his fingers kneading into the hard muscle of his chest. Alex strained his ears, but couldn't tell where the other three were situated, or what they were doing. It should have made him uneasy, but all he felt was a thrill.
Alex found himself panting slightly as all of his senses seemed to dial up in the absence of his sight. The shuffling of the men around him and the relaxing feeling of Wolf's light massage seemed very prominent to him.
Just to show himself how helpless he was, simply in love with the feeling, he struggled against the cuffs, finding no slack or give. His movements became wild as arousal swept through him - no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape, even if he wanted to.
"Hey, Cub," Fox said, gently stroking his face, "You're okay, don't freak out."
Freak out? It took Alex a moment to understand that Fox thought his struggles were genuine.
"It's okay," he whispered in reassurance. He blushed as he admitted, "It's just fun to fight it."
"Oh," the man's voice dropped an octave, practically purring in response to Alex's words, "you just want four strong men to hold you down, Cub?"
Alex nodded, swallowing.
"You just want to be utterly dominated. You want to be our toy, don't you?"
Where has this desire come from? It was thrilling and shocking, to be at the mercy of someone else, to be without any control, and if they wanted to play with him Alex was very happy to be their toy, as Fox so aptly put it. He could figure out why he wanted that later.
Sudden, sharp pain, punctuated by a loud crack, struck Alex. A slap on his left arm.
"I asked you a question, Cub. You want to be our little fuck-toy, don't you?"
God, this is so hot. Alex shivered and nodded.
Fox growled in his ear, biting on it lightly, but said no more, obviously satisfied.
Then, a hand trailed up his arm. Whose hand, he couldn't say, but with little else to focus on it felt like it was burning. Alex tried to push up into it, but he couldn't move his arms an inch. He tugged on the cuffs again, still delighted by their obvious sturdiness.
More hands touched him, featherlight and quick, moving along his arms, down his sides, across his chest. There were far too many for Alex to keep track of, their soft caresses so light he sometimes wasn't sure they were there, when contrasted with the strong, heavy fingers that dug into his chest. Alex let himself get lost in the sensation, going limp and simply enjoying the feeling of hands carressing him like gentle waves. He let out a quiet moan.
Fingers brushed over a taut nipple. Alex cried out at the sudden pleasure and shifted, trying to make one of the hands connect with the spot again, but they skillfully avoided his movement. It wasn't like he could move far anyway - Alex tried to ignore the jolt of lust that thought brought with it.
Alex laid there, listening to his heavy breathing, still covered with hands that stroked his smooth skin so tenderly, feeling impatient. They knew what he wanted, what was taking them so long? Someone flicked his other nipple and Alex let out a gasping moan. His breathing deepened as a finger slowly circled the hard, agitated nub. It wasn't nearly enough, so Alex tried to move into it, and it disappeared completely. Alex's moan was distraught, and he stilled in the hope that it would return.
He was distracted from the teasing fingers by a warm, wet sensation on his left arm - a tongue. He shivered as it ran along his bicep, pausing to nibble on the toned muscle, before it made its way further up to stop at a nook in the joint between his shoulder and neck. It slowly lapped, mouthed and sucked on the sensitive skin. Alex felt himself melt as another tongue appeared on his right arm, just as the teasing finger returned, rolling first one nipple, then the other, painfully slowly. A moan slipped into his laboured panting. It was heaven, but it still wasn't enough.
Warm breath touched his nipple. The mouth could only be millimetres from his skin, but Alex didn't dare try to move into it, lest it leave. A tongue, then lips, appeared, sucking on it, and Alex made a strangled noise, pushing into the amazing feeling.
The mouth left him immediately. Alex followed for as long as he could, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. The teasing finger returned and Alex let go of his dignity.
"Please, more," he begged, his voice cracking.
"Ooh," purred an unidentifiable voice above him, "what kind of 'more'?"
Alex only gasped in breaths, not sure he could even come up with something coherent.
Fingers pinched his nipple. "This kind of more?" the Voice asked, enjoying his moan, "Or maybe..."
A palm ground down into his boxers. Alex arched, trying to buck into the feeling, but his torso was pinned by Wolf's weight.
"More," he pleaded again, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
A hand popped open the button on his jeans. The zipper slid down slowly, vibrations driving him crazy with sensation and impatience. Alex resisted the urge to struggle and wriggle his jeans off by himself, even though the men were taking forever. He knew they would slow down if he fought them.
"Faster! Please..." his jeans were only at his knees and his boxers were untouched. Fingers continued to stroke his chest, tongues exploring more, now that the space Alex's tormentor had been taking up was free.
The Voice did not respond to his pleas, it only seemed to slow down even more. Alex desperately tugged at his bonds - perhaps if he could free himself he could...what? Touch himself? Force them to go faster? Even if he was free he was still the weakest present...whatever they wanted to do to him, they would.
Alex sighed in relief as his jeans slipped off his feet, his socks going with them, leaving him clothed only in his boxers and the... accessories the men had decorated him with. Hands carressed his calves, sliding upwards inch by inch, parting his legs as they went until they reached his boxers.
Fingers slipped beneath the waistband, pulling it back, only to let it go, snapping against his cock. Alex cried out, writhing in an attempt to get something, but the presense only seemed to move away.
The Voice tsked at him. "Cub, I'd suggest you still right now, or you will come to regret it." Alex tried to follow his advice, even though his tone suggested that disobedience could be... fun, but it became impossible as the fingers returned to his waistband, pulling it down slowly, making sure it rubbed hard against his cock as he did so. Alex couldn't help but moan and writhe at the friction.
That was the wrong move.
The Voice cooed at him, evidently amused by his meagre struggles. "I did warn you, Cub," Alex felt his presence at his side - the Voice had abandoned his task halfway through, much to Alex's chargrin, "any more noises and your punishment will get worse."
Punishment.
Alex tensed, unsure of what the Voice would do, only knowing that he wasn't getting a say in the matter. The twisting feeling in his stomach at that wasn't quite dread, however.
The tongues and fingers disappeared from his body, closely followed by Wolf's weight. A second later, the Voice settled onto Alex's torso, his hands stroking up his sides. It occurred to Alex that he no longer had any clue as to which man was where, the Voice could be any of them - he might never know which one.
The Voice's hands came up higher to stroke his chest, passing awfully close to one of his nipples, which it then began to tease: circling it, scratching lightly at the skin around it, but not quite touching it. Alex resisted for as long as he could, but he desperately needed more. Moaning, he pushed arched into the fingers, gasping as one came in contact with the hardened nub.
The Voice hissed above him, "Oh, you're gonna wish you hadn't done that, Cub." Fingers pinched his nipple tightly, almost painfully, then released it. Everything was still for a moment, then agony errupted from the sensitive nub, the sting so painful it was almost pleasurable. Scratch that, it was pleasurable. Alex panted, tugging at his bonds, silently hoping to recieve the same treatment - was it a clamp? - on the other nipple.
His wish was granted a second later, sending him into another bout of writhing.
When Alex finally stilled, he felt lips, sucking and licking, latch on to his. He opened his mouth to permit them, simply melting at the sensation of another man's tongue lapping at his own. The mouth left his after what felt like seconds, but was probably several minutes. Alex panted in the absence of his airways' obstruction, waiting for more.
"Open your mouth, Cub," ordered the Voice. Alex parted his lips slightly, doing as he was told.
"Wider." Again Alex obeyed, and, after more encouragement, found himself with his mouth wide open, surely to permit something, though Alex didn't dare ask what, knowing that if he did he would be punished - though that was hardly a deterrent.
Something touched his lips, brushing past them as it moved into his mouth, stopping at his teeth. Alex investigated with his tongue, finding a rubbery flavour and some fingers, which he eagerly licked. He was pleased to hear the Voice chuckle at that.
A groove in the rubbery object slipped over the front few teeth from the top row, fitting there snugly like a loose retainer or a gum guard. Fingers pulled his jaw down further for a moment, as the object was fitted onto the bottom row, before releasing his jaw, letting the object hold it in place for them. Something - a coarse material, similar to rope - rubbed against his cheeks and the back of his head. The click of a buckle clued him in to their purpose - they were a strap, used to hold the object in place.
Alex tried to close his mouth or speak and found himself entirely unable to complete either task. A shake of his head confirmed the strength of the strap and buckle - it wasn't coming off.
"You listening, Cub?" came the Voice again.
Alex nodded, no longer able to respond verbally.
"Okay, hand signals: one finger means Green Light, two means Yellow and three's Red. Got that?"
Alex nodded, relieved that he wasn't cut off from that defense, now able to completely relax into this new feeling of helplessness. He held up one finger to indicate his understanding further.
"Good boy." the Voice said, and Alex suddenly felt a finger intruding into his mouth. He pressed his tongue against it, but could do nothing else to stop it, and it wasn't like his tongue could protect him very well anyway.
The fingers played with his tongue for a while, then disappeared. The presence moved downwards, towards - thank fuck - his waist. Someone pulled his boxers down, slipping them off his feet to leave Alex completely naked.
"Ooh, he's happy to see us, isn't he?" A different voice spoke as the men parted his legs, two hands clamping on each ankle, pinning them to opposite corners. The hands pulled him further down the bed, eradicating any slack he had previously been able to utilise. Leather wrapped around his trapped ankles tightly, and, when the hands left him, he found himself almost completely immobilised. Alex vaguely noticed that his legs were parted quite far, and, as a result, he was wide open.
"Just one bit of your punishment left, Cub," the Voice said.
Alex tensed. He'd thought it was done already, wasn't the gag enough?
"You really won't like this one, Cub." The second Voice sounded like it was laughing at him. "But don't worry, we will."
Alex's worries about their sadism were quickly ignored when he felt a hand on his cock. Alex gasped and struggled towards it immediately, but found he could do neither act properly. Pleasure seemed to pool in the pit of his stomach, getting ready to flow through him, as the hand began to stroke up and down. After being played with for so long, it didn't take long before Alex's body was ready to cum. At the brink of orgasm he felt the hand tighten, painfully, on the base of his cock. Alex tensed, straining against his bonds, waiting for the shattering feeling to rip through him...but it didn't.
Distressed, Alex made a noise he would later refuse to call a whine.
Above him, the Voice laughed. "Oh, poor little Toy doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that he can't cum while I'm holding him like this."
No.
"That's what this little toy is for." More touches appeared on his cock. They felt wonderful, even through his distress. Then, something tight replaced the fingers at the base, and the fingers disappeared.
"Now we can play with you to our hearts' content, we can make you beg us so easily. It's not as if you have any measure of control anymore, afterall."
Alex tried to swallow, but found it difficult with an open mouth.
Without warning, fingers stroked his stomach, his inner thighs, his chest; tongues ran across exposed flesh, lapping obsenely; lips sucked on any sensitive nook they could find on his body. Alex he knew he would make things worse for himself by responding - as he became more desperate under their skilled touch, he became more helpless to it, letting his desire build further until he would do anything for the slightest stimulation.
Despite that, he let himself get washed away by arousal, the danger only making their touches all the more heady.
Lips kissed their way down his stomach, stopping just above his cock before disappearing. Tense, Alex waited for the lips to reappear somewhere, only able to feel three pairs on his skin.
An eternity passed before he felt a kiss directly on the tip of his cock.
Alex, feeling his cock twitch in response, groaned. As he was unable to close his mouth the noise was loud and unobstructed, just affecting him more.
Suddenly, the body between his legs swallowed him all the way to the base, humming and licking and convulsing around him. Alex threw his head back in unbelievable bliss, his body trying to hard to come, but still completely unable to. Hands on his hips kept him from bucking into the wet warmth, giving him no choice but to surrender, boneless to the agony of stimulation.
Alex still needed more. If pushed hard enough he was sure he could overcome the bond around his cock, it would just take a lot. He couldn't imagine anything that could affect him more than the hands and the clamps and the mouths, but he was sure the men, who were far more experienced than him, could help. If only he could ask - then again, even if he could, he had no guarantee that he would get what he wanted, it might just make things worse.
One of the bodies left him for a moment, then returned a second later, surely with a toy of some sort. The thought filled Alex with lust and fear simultaneously, he had no idea if he would like or hate it.
The warm mouth that surrounded him disappeared, taking the amazing feeling with it. Hands lifted off of his hips, leaving him concerned. Alex decided that he had the toy, and was getting ready to use it. His worry grew when the rest of the men paused in their work, surely to watch.
A hand returned, slick with something, to Alex's hip, quickly sliding down, brushing past his cock painfully, until it stopped at his opening, having already painted his crack with the mysterious substance that must have been lube. Alex forced himself to relax, and, after a moment, the finger pushed into him. It wasn't painful, or uncomfortable, just strange. Alex tensed around the finger, which didn't help at all, but managed to relax when the rest of the men returned to their ministrations.
As one of the men released a nipple clamp, another finger was pushed in. Alex almost didn't notice. The two fingers scissored, stretching him, then slowly began to move back and forth, in and out of him. Alex shuddered with pleasure - strange though it may be, it was good. A third finger entered, stretching him even further and he let out a moan to show his appreciation. He was rewarded quickly when the fingers brushed against something electric inside of him. Alex moaned again, trying to struggle further onto the fingers.
"He likes that doesn't he?"
"Wait 'til he gets what's coming next."
"The way he's sounding, I think he'd prefer if we skipped straight to cocks."
"Dibs."
"No way are you getting dibs when I'm going to all the effort of preparing him."
"But he's a viiiirgin. I've never done a virgin before!"
"Then you'll have to just suck it up."
"Now that I can do."
The conversation was interrupted by a loud cry from Alex, who, once again, had lips around his cock.
"I didn't mean that literally."
The lips mumbled something, making Alex's breath hitch at the vibrating sensation.
"I think he's ready for it."
"Looks like."
"You want it, Cub?"
A needy moan answered him.
"I think that's a yes."
The lips disappeared again as something large touched against Alex's opening, getting wider and wider the more was put in. The stretch, at first highly pleasurable, was getting almost painful, and then the object became slimmer as the last of it was pushed in. The tip of it pressed against the electric spot, not quite enough to bring Alex that pleasurable jolt. Then the object was twisted against it, forcing a cry from Alex's lips.
"You like the plug, Cub? Well, guess what?"
Without waiting for a response, one of the men did something that made a click - a switch? - and the plug started vibrating.
Sensations swept Alex to the brink of orgasm once again, and, once again, they were not enough to overcome the little ring around his cock. Hands and tongues returned to his body, to his neck, his nipples, his cock, not letting him come down from his high, keeping him on the unbearable brink. Frustration welled up inside Alex - they were never going to just let him come! The anger quickly ebbed into helplessness, but, unfortunately, the wrong kind. Alex didn't even realise he was crying until he felt tears soak his blindfold. It was, of course, at that point that the others noticed as well.
"Cub, are you crying?"
"He wants it so badly."
"This might be a bit much."
"Yeah, an initiation by fire."
"Don't worry, Cub, it won't be much longer." Tender lips at the corner of his mouth accompanied the comforting words, calming him.
Then they turned up the vibrations and renewed their efforts. Alex found himself teetering on the edge of orgasm, feeling it build within him, coiling in his stomach, making every muscle tense. Through the waves of sensation Alex felt fingers tugging near the base of his cock, a brief feeling of freedom and then, finally, the overwhelming rush of an orgasm.
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After having passed out from his climax, Alex awoke to movement. His own movement, specifically. Movement of him done by K-Unit, more specifically. It took him a moment to notice that he could see, and that his mouth was closed. As fun as both bondages had been, it was a relief to have that measure of control returned to him. Not all control was back however, his arms were still bound to the headboard - the Snake and Eagle were working on freeing his legs and Fox was removing the plug. The former was completed before the latter and Alex, having a slightly crazy, spontaneous, idea, quickly curled his legs closer to himself, denying Fox access to his groin.
"Cub?" the older spy questioned.
"Can't I just...leave it there?"
Fox sighed, shaking his head in mild exasperation, but not in refusal. "If you want, but good luck with that - we will turn on the vibrations whenever we feel like it. Let me know if you change your mind."
Alex nodded, slightly unsure about his spur-of-the-moment decision.
"You want us to dress you again?" the spy asked.
Alex paused. Then: "Trousers, but not shirt." He glanced down at his legs, noting that the cuffs were still around his ankles, just no longer attached to the bed. Clips on the side of them showed that they could be fastened to eachother. Alex decided he was keeping them too.
Fox and Wolf freed his arms and, when Alex explained that we wanted to keep the cuffs, shoved his wrists behind his back forcefully, trapping them there with the cuffs.
"Still wanna be our little toy then, Cub?" Wolf growled in his ear.
"Hell, yes."
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Okay that's the thing I wrote because I felt like it. Don't technically have permission but the author of the original story did say anyone can use the universe so I did. Comment with any requests for more chapters, though I can't guarantee that this won't just stay a one shot. Depends on if I get enough inspiration to write more...which depends on you and whether or not you comment, favourite, follow, etc. See you another time, hopefully.