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Dominic had never felt more bored in his life. He was currently flopped across a chair in the common room and staring listlessly at Sledge and Tachanka sitting at the table in the kitchen not fifteen feet away. They all seemed to be in the same fog of restless nothingness. The base had been quiet for what seemed like weeks. The jobs had dried up even though they were all prepared to deploy at a moment's notice. It was like being a kid waiting for the school year to end and Christmas vacation to start. Their conversation had gone quiet until Dom's brain fired off a zinger,
"Hey. I bet you two a round for the entire team at the bar that I can take you both." His dare hung in the air until Sasha's self-confident snort broke the tense silence. Seamus leaned back in his chair, stretching, his huge biceps contracting. Dom's hungry look was focused and cocksure.
"You think that you can take both of us?" That made the hammer-bearer laugh.
"The little rabbit has some balls." Sasha turned to Dominic, "What's your preferred method? Fists? Knives?" Dom stood and walked over to the table,
"Meet me at my place and we'll find out, won't we? Do we have an agreement?" He extended his hand and Sasha's lip curled in a knowing smirk as he took the biker's offered fingers,
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, дорогой (darling)."
"I hope you do too." Dom switched to Seamus' meaty grip, "Because I hate to lose."
*****
Dom kicked his toy box further under his bed and stripped off his shirt. The knock came like he knew it would and he opened his door to the two burly gentlemen. They wore matching, hungry looks. Sledge pushed past the biker and into the room, eyeing it as if to see which piece of furniture would withstand their rough play. Tachanka was a little more congenial and locked the door before turning back to Dom. The two operators towered over his barely six foot frame. He felt like he had let two literal bears into his room and with their bulk it seemed like there was barely any room to move.
"Can I get you guys anything?" Dom teased, "A drink? A cigarette? Or does that come later?"
"Are we doing this or what?" Sledge murmured, undressing pointedly. Alexsandr did the same with a cheeky smirk and made a show of tossing his briefs into the half-bewildered biker's hands before the two of them converged on him, stripping him down completely. Dom was drawn towards the acres and acres of scarred, toned flesh in front of him. He knelt irreverently at their feet and took up those twin cocks in his calloused hands.
Sledge was by far the thickest. His manhood was rigid and dripping already. The musk from them both was making Dom salivate. He stroked them in his hands, rubbing the heads together, watching the precome glisten in a mingled smear.
"Are we gonna rock, paper scissors, or - mmmmph!" Seamus took the lead, pushing the biker's head towards his cock, sliding it easily into Dom's warm mouth. The German didn't protest. On the contrary, he sucked appreciatively, stroking Tachanka with his other fist, glancing up into Seamus' rugged face as the man's cock stuffed his throat.
Tachanka was happy to let the hammer-bearer take the lead. Someone had to. If they ended up trying to both be first, then nothing would get done. He was more than willing to let Seamus take the reins. Dom pulled himself off of the Scotsman and buried Sasha's hard dick in his mouth. His tongue was a slippery glide along the underside of the Russian's sex and it felt heavenly. Tachanka growled a moan, his large hand guiding Dom's mouth further against him.
"Xороший мальчик (good boy)." Sasha's encouraging words made Dom tremble in spite of himself, that husky baritone fraying his nerves already. Dom's cock was stiff and leaking onto the carpet in a slick, growing puddle. He whimpered around Alexsandr's heavy flesh, letting his tongue loll past his teeth as a slick line of drool connected them. The biker stroked them both in his hands, leaning up to fit both cockheads into his mouth. His teeth were a sultry scrape of pleasure against the two of them and Dom's chin was slick as he tongued one and then the other in turn, twisting his fists as he pumped more shiny prejack out of them both.
The biker was upholding his end of the bet thus far, but Sledge still didn't believe he could do it. A rough hand in his hair wrenched Dom off of the prize between the Scotsman's legs and his mouth was slack and ready for more. He could have stayed down there all night, teasing one and then the other until their pearlescent nectar coated his tongue and smeared his face. He loved the delicious noises he could coax from these two towering men.
"Enough." Sledge's voice seemed to echo above him as the biker was wrenched to his feet and trapped in Seamus' powerful arms. The hammer-bearer was almost tender with him as he reclined on the bed with Bandit between his splayed legs. The biker was face to face with the Scotsman and their cocks brushed together. Dom felt dizzy as the wet slick from his mouth spread over his own cock, gliding alongside Seamus' meaty girth.
"Prep him." Seamus glanced over Dom's colorful shoulder to signal Tachanka, who drizzled some lube onto his fingers and slid them languorously against Dom's twitching hole. The biker shuddered in Seamus' iron grip. His legs were splayed with Dom's on the outside, making him feel even more exposed than he already was. Sasha's fingers were a lulling pressure and he whimpered as the first digit slid home. The Scotsman's hand stroked them both in his fist, nearly covering the biker's manhood completely. But the pressure. That delirious flutter in Dom's stomach as he rolled his hips, fucking up into Seamus' tugging fist and then pushing back against Alexsandr's squirming finger.
His breath was ragged, pluming from his mouth like his dying breath; only to be gasped back in, his soul returning to his body. Forced out again just as roughly as Sasha inserted another finger, scissoring them deliciously. Dom's cock jolted in the circle of Seamus' fingers and the hammer-bearer drove his silken flesh tighter against Dom's weak rutting. His forehead was nearly resting on Seamus' shoulder, feeling thoroughly worked over already.
"Come as many times as you like. It makes no difference." That gravelly voice nearly made him unload on command, but Dom bit his lip as Tachanka's slick knuckles pumped in and out of him, curling and twisting just to watch the biker's entire body jerk in barely-contained lust.
"You think he's ready, or do you want to watch him spill?" The Russian's laugh was greedy and sinful.
"Let him decide." Sasha countered, as Sledge caught Dom's swimming gaze,
"Do you want Sasha to make you come or do you want to feel this," the Scotsman squeezed his fist, "tearing you open?" The biker's voice was a hoarse and jagged groan as he tightened his muscles against Alexsandr's fingers, silently voicing his need. He was aching. His body screamed at him to beg for it. To plead with them to fill him up until he screamed. He wanted to be used and pleasured. To be at the mercy, the ruthless judgment of these two feral beasts. But he figured that whatever he chose, they wouldn't stop until they were completely satisfied. So he asked as politely as his addled brain could manage,
"Please, let me come." Dom's hips throbbed dully but his voice slithered out in a wanton sigh as Sasha eased a third finger into his stretched hole. The biker's body was searing hot inside, clenching and fluttering around his hand as he glided deeper into the German's slick body. Seamus' hand stroked them faster now, his fingers digging into the nape of Bandit's neck possessively. He wanted to see what it would take to get the cocky engineer to blow his load. The velvet slide of their skin was a lulling pressure and the pace was increasing until Seamus' hand was like a piston against his heated flesh, grinding and plunging down to the hilt, roughly sliding back up to twist at the head, forcing out more and more sticky excitement from them both. Bandit was keening, shuddering in the Scotsman's grip, his fingers digging into the hammer-bearer's solid shoulders as these two men plundered his body.
"Nnngh!! Ahhhh-fuuck!" Bandit mewled in half-conscious lust as Seamus swiped his thumb over the head of his cock. The dangerous bliss threatened to overwhelm him as Tachanka's fingers curled, creating a rolling, tugging pressure against his sweet spot. Dom's thighs were shaking as they threw out every trick in the book; Seamus' tongue slid past his lips, sucking on his tongue. He was drowning in their crushing lust, feeling himself spilling against the Scotsman's rigid stomach with a dirty sound. The coil of lust in his stomach was finally cooling to a smolder. Sasha pulled his fingers free and Dom collapsed against Seamus' chest, panting.
"Should we give him a minute?" The Russian seemed to be a little more forgiving to Dom than Seamus who rolled his eyes but relented.
"Fine. But if it were me, I'd have much more endurance."
"Yes, but you're not small and breakable." Dom bristled a little at that but he was thankful for the break. His body was tingling. His muscles ached. But he had to see this through. They were too gorgeous not to have them both. And Dom was nothing if not greedy. The air in the room was warm, smelling of stale sweat. Tachanka opened a window and swiped a few swallows of water from the bottle on the biker's cluttered table. He passed it around to the German's relief.
"Now the real fun begins." The Scotsman had decided that was enough of a break. Dom's spent sex throbbed to life at that and Alexsandr slid his slicked up length between the biker's soft cheeks.
"How do you want it, Доминик (Dominic)?" The biker's heart was in his throat. He had never heard Sasha say his name, let alone while wielding so much power over him. The challenge was Dom's to endure, but if he was going to get wrecked, the Russian at least thought that he should get to choose how it happened.
"I want you first, Alex…"
"My pleasure, котенок (kitten). All of me?" Dom's pulse was racing. He knew he would be sore as fuck tomorrow. He knew he was probably going to beg off training just to nurse his wounds. But damn if it didn't get him rock solid again just thinking about the Russian's thick cock plunging into him all at once. Could he take it? Would it make him climax then and there? A lusciously rotten look smeared across his mouth as he turned to look over his shoulder,
"Fill me up, baby." Sasha seemed to get the hint as he slid himself along Dom's ass crack teasingly. Seamus' breath ghosted along his throat,
"Don't forget our agreement. Do you really want to risk it with him in one go?" Dom felt the slick press of the Russian's dick against his entrance but had to get just one more jab in,
"Like I said, I hate to lose. And I always win big. Do it." This last word was for Sasha, who gripped Dom's hips in both hands and shoved forward into that vice-like sweetness. The German's body was even tighter around his shaft and he slid in up to the root, pulsing uncontrollably as he bottomed out.
"Mmm…Good boy. So eager." Sasha pulled out nearly all of the way and plunged back in, making the biker loose a feral howl of pleasure. A few more thrusts and Tachanka pulled out, watching as Sledge angled his own dripping sex into the man's virgin-tight heat. They alternated like that, teasing Dom with a few rough thrusts, before trading off again. Seamus' cock smearing against his ass as Sasha shoved back inside, hips rolling against the biker's greedy hole.
"Ohh, fuck me…! Dom's voice was splintering and raw, getting blasted on the pair's rough teasing. He could easily have come again with them drilling him as a team like this, but he wanted to win that bet, and have them unload together so hard in his tight ass that he could fucking taste it. The biker wiggled against Sledge and his pleading moans made the hammer-bearer slide free. Tachanka gripped them both in his huge hand and together they eased into Dom's body in one delicious, synchronized stretch. The German was shivering between them, his muscles clenching on their own, drawing the two men deeper into his body. The stinging, burning pleasure was melting a hole through his stomach and down to his dick which was leaking liberally into the deep valleys of Sledge's sharp hips.
The Scotsman rutted up into Dom's pliant body, holding his quivering thighs in those strong hands as he forced himself deeper into the biker's twitching heat. Tachanka wasn't treating him any nicer; stroking Dom's tailbone as he gripped the German's hips in bruising fingers, pulling him back against the Russian's massive girth to shove them both deeper.
Dom felt like his very sanity was slipping. One part of his brain was protesting that he was planning on dying this way, sandwiched between two very rough, very carnal beasts. But the rest was babbling incoherently, secretly yearning for more: more heat, more searing pleasure, stirring against his insides as hot as a brand. He imagined how good their climaxes would feel inside of him. Pumping into his body with unbearable heat. These ravenous wolves were planning on devouring his very heart. To them he was just a hole to be used. Fucked and broken until he was milked dry.
Dom's dirty fantasies were fueling his own orgasm and their hands were all over him, driving him down against their twin shafts, throbbing against him like two lusty demons sent to rip apart his very soul from the inside. He wasn't going to be the same person after tonight. He wasn't even sure he would know how to function after this. He wouldn't even know his own name. Instead he had been purpose-built for craving this gut-numbing, toe-curling, mind-crushing release.
"Ohhh, haah -aah! So goood…" Dom's voice dribbled out of the side of his mouth, feeling filled to the brim as they double-stuffed him. The biker's pulsing cock was sliding slick against Seamus' belly, Bandit's cooling spill drying on his skin, made urgently wet again by the biker's leaking erection. The German was being run completely ragged, his mounting pleasure nearly uncontainable as they drove into him like a hellish punishment.
"Going to come again so soon?" Seamus' husky brogue slithered into Bandit's pink-tipped ears, fueling the fire between his legs. Tachanka wrenched his head back, those vicious fingers tangling in his dirty blond hair. They were working him over ruthlessly.
"Not before we do." Sasha ground out, his own voice ragged and punctuated with lust, "I want him to feel us both come inside. To know who he belongs to." Dom nearly lost it. Their cocks were shoved so deep. He swore he'd be able to see his abdomen distend if he looked down. But he was having a hard time doing any more than whine like a whore as these two men fucked him stupid. He clenched his muscles around them both and Sledge's gruff moan split the heavy air. Tachanka wasn't far behind, driving his hips forward, pushing them both deeper, racing towards the edge of release. Dom's voice was blissfully broken with ecstasy, his own moans ringing in his ears,
"Ohh, please! Fuck me! Nnngh - more! More! Please! Ohh! Ohhhh! Ooooh, fuck!" There it was! Jesus Christ! They were grinding against him, hips flush with his, as these two men shot hard and deep inside him. A gush of white-hot magma seared against his insides as both men growled out their pleasure, chasing their mingled climax. He wasn't but a few strokes behind, coming untouched, spilling his load against Sledge's toned stomach. He was worked through his release as they continued to throb inside of him, his muscles tightening around them both, milking them dry. The last of his excitement dribbled out as Tachanka eased out of him, his hole gaping luxuriously, closing slowly around Sledge's thick sex. The hammer-bearer softened inside of him and slid himself free. Dom collapsed, boneless against his toned shoulder.
"Is that enough for one night?" Sasha purred, reaching down to stroke a hand through Dom's sweat-slick hair. He was cradled carefully in Sledge's bulky arms, nearly falling asleep. His adrenaline was melting into a delirious sleepiness. Tachanka wiped him off carefully, easing him off of the powerful Scotsman. Dom was wobbly and completely satiated. A lopsided grin settled onto his mouth like a kiss.
"Guess that means I win, eh, fellas?" Dom's sultry gaze flickered weakly from one to the other and Sasha put his hand on Dom's head like the German was someone he was infinitely proud of.
"We'll be sure to make yours a double, princess."
"Your fatherly side is showing again, Sasha." Dom slurred sleepily.
"A little love, a little discipline, мой золотой (my golden one)." The Russian remarked. Sledge was a little more brusque, but still tender considering what the German had just endured,
"If you ever feel like making another bet, you know where to find us, a chuilein (my lad). But be prepared to lose horribly."
"Bring it on, you dirty bastards."