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korilianAges ago
notpoetry wrote a fic where: "John ties Rodney to the wall and comes back, periodically, to make Rodney take it like a dirty bitch" and rageprufrock mentioned that, "next to John giving Rodney to the marines as a butt-toy, it really is the best thing that could ever happen." I quite agreed with her, but it did make me wonder why no one had written the marine one yet, so... I've officially crossed that line from awkward to absolutely mortifying, should anyone I know ever come across this journal.
Title: The gang bangs will continue until morale improves
Summary: He wondered if this was supposed to be punishment, or a reward. With Sheppard you really couldn't tell sometimes.
Warnings: This is pure porn. Gang bang with dubious consent. BDSM relationship implied.
AN: credit where credit's due. This fic wouldn't exist without
notpoetry and rageprufrock. Why dubious consent? In my head Rodney might not really have any say in the matter, but he also doesn't really mind being John's plaything. (who would)Disclaimer: Why yes, I did create Stargate... IN MY DREAMS! I own nothing.
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He wondered if this was supposed to be punishment, or a reward. With Sheppard you really couldn't tell sometimes.
Rodney tried not to lean into the touch, as he was pushed down over the table.
No ropes. The hands carefully brushing his flanks even as they forced him down, were enough to freeze him in place.
He could heard the rustling of clothing being removed behind him, but he made sure not to look. He knew what was coming and looking wouldn't help his already frayed nerves. Sheppard's hand trailed upwards and tightened in his hair briefly, as if he knew Rodney was about ten seconds away from bolting, before following his spine down to the plug that was keeping him open.
The sensations stopped briefly when he moved on to the plastic, but then Rodney felt a sharp tug and he suddenly found himself empty.
Sheppard moved to stand beside him, a possessive hand back on Rodney's shoulder, holding him down.
He wished he'd just say something! Because maybe then he could say something back and maybe even tell him to stop, because he didn't think he could take this and what had he done that was so bad anyway? Maybe he could make it up to Sheppard, just Sheppard, some other way.
He felt tongue tied in the oppressive silence, staring fixedly at the table top. It was made from the same utilitarian material as most of the Ancient furniture, with no wood grains or other irregularities to loose himself in. All his senses were hyper focused on what was coming.
He could hear the shifting from the men behind him and Sheppard's perfectly even breathing above him.
God! Was the man even getting anything at all out of this spectacle? Or did he just figure it would improve morale or something?
Then there were hands on him. Fingers digging into his hips and a cock pushing against his hole. Sliding in with a solid thrust and groan. Rodney flinched, because Jesus, he was really far to tense for this shit. His fingers scrabbled at the table's edge when the marine kept right on going without pause and clearly the guy didn't have a clue what he was doing!
Not surprising really. Most CO's didn't encourage this sort of behavior in their marines. The colonel was always bucking the trend.
Another pair of hands lifted his head and forced open his jaw and he had to look now, because closing his eyes somehow only made it more real. He focused on breathing around the cock and that was almost helpful, because it distracted him from the wild rutting behind him. He almost missed it when the first marine came with a shout. The next already waiting to take his place.
It got easier. He was looser now and the angle a lot better. Rodney gasped as his prostate was hit straight on, again and again and someone used the opportunity to join in for a blow job.
He'd always had a head for numbers, but he couldn't possibly keep track of the cocks that came at him from all sides. Sheppard couldn't possibly have gotten all the marines together for this. Some of them had to be patrolling the corridors, or guarding the gate, or had gone off to have space adventures.
He swallowed and the taste was familiar and were they coming for seconds already?!?
Even the direct hits to his prostate no longer felt good. He was way beyond sore! His bowels felt like they would burst with the every thrust! He keened around the dick in his mouth, desperate for it do end and suddenly it did. The last man rubbed up against him and squeezed his cheeks one last time before he was left on the table alone.
Rodney rested his head, breathing raggedly and focused on not sliding to the ground. He wanted to throw up and cry and he really wanted to know if any of the mess running down his legs was blood.
"Shhh, you're okay." Sheppard wrapped his arms around him and half carried him to their bed. "You did so good baby."
He finally realized he really was bawling like a baby and tried to stop before he humiliated himself any further in front of the marines.
"They're gone. It's just us." Sheppard said soothingly.
Rodney clung to him, trying to swallow his sobs, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about." He kissed Rodney on his sweat soaked hair, hands petting Rodney's messy cock and wow! When had that happened?
Rodney felt him carefully press of fingers against his asshole, but he knew it wasn't a prelude to sex. Sheppard was just making sure he hadn't been hurt badly. He hissed when two fingers brushed inside him, testing his channel and the fluids inside of him.
"That's the jizz of an entire platoon."Sheppard whispered with a goofy smile and carefully brought his hand up to Rodney's mouth for a taste. He dutifully licked it off.
"You were perfect Rodney."
Rodney sighed and buried his face in Sheppard's neck He would have to get cleaned up and checked out properly later. The next couple of days wouldn't be any fun, but John would take care of him.
He always did.
The end
Rodney tried not to lean into the touch, as he was pushed down over the table.
No ropes. The hands carefully brushing his flanks even as they forced him down, were enough to freeze him in place.
He could heard the rustling of clothing being removed behind him, but he made sure not to look. He knew what was coming and looking wouldn't help his already frayed nerves. Sheppard's hand trailed upwards and tightened in his hair briefly, as if he knew Rodney was about ten seconds away from bolting, before following his spine down to the plug that was keeping him open.
The sensations stopped briefly when he moved on to the plastic, but then Rodney felt a sharp tug and he suddenly found himself empty.
Sheppard moved to stand beside him, a possessive hand back on Rodney's shoulder, holding him down.
He wished he'd just say something! Because maybe then he could say something back and maybe even tell him to stop, because he didn't think he could take this and what had he done that was so bad anyway? Maybe he could make it up to Sheppard, just Sheppard, some other way.
He felt tongue tied in the oppressive silence, staring fixedly at the table top. It was made from the same utilitarian material as most of the Ancient furniture, with no wood grains or other irregularities to loose himself in. All his senses were hyper focused on what was coming.
He could hear the shifting from the men behind him and Sheppard's perfectly even breathing above him.
God! Was the man even getting anything at all out of this spectacle? Or did he just figure it would improve morale or something?
Then there were hands on him. Fingers digging into his hips and a cock pushing against his hole. Sliding in with a solid thrust and groan. Rodney flinched, because Jesus, he was really far to tense for this shit. His fingers scrabbled at the table's edge when the marine kept right on going without pause and clearly the guy didn't have a clue what he was doing!
Not surprising really. Most CO's didn't encourage this sort of behavior in their marines. The colonel was always bucking the trend.
Another pair of hands lifted his head and forced open his jaw and he had to look now, because closing his eyes somehow only made it more real. He focused on breathing around the cock and that was almost helpful, because it distracted him from the wild rutting behind him. He almost missed it when the first marine came with a shout. The next already waiting to take his place.
It got easier. He was looser now and the angle a lot better. Rodney gasped as his prostate was hit straight on, again and again and someone used the opportunity to join in for a blow job.
He'd always had a head for numbers, but he couldn't possibly keep track of the cocks that came at him from all sides. Sheppard couldn't possibly have gotten all the marines together for this. Some of them had to be patrolling the corridors, or guarding the gate, or had gone off to have space adventures.
He swallowed and the taste was familiar and were they coming for seconds already?!?
Even the direct hits to his prostate no longer felt good. He was way beyond sore! His bowels felt like they would burst with the every thrust! He keened around the dick in his mouth, desperate for it do end and suddenly it did. The last man rubbed up against him and squeezed his cheeks one last time before he was left on the table alone.
Rodney rested his head, breathing raggedly and focused on not sliding to the ground. He wanted to throw up and cry and he really wanted to know if any of the mess running down his legs was blood.
"Shhh, you're okay." Sheppard wrapped his arms around him and half carried him to their bed. "You did so good baby."
He finally realized he really was bawling like a baby and tried to stop before he humiliated himself any further in front of the marines.
"They're gone. It's just us." Sheppard said soothingly.
Rodney clung to him, trying to swallow his sobs, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about." He kissed Rodney on his sweat soaked hair, hands petting Rodney's messy cock and wow! When had that happened?
Rodney felt him carefully press of fingers against his asshole, but he knew it wasn't a prelude to sex. Sheppard was just making sure he hadn't been hurt badly. He hissed when two fingers brushed inside him, testing his channel and the fluids inside of him.
"That's the jizz of an entire platoon."Sheppard whispered with a goofy smile and carefully brought his hand up to Rodney's mouth for a taste. He dutifully licked it off.
"You were perfect Rodney."
Rodney sighed and buried his face in Sheppard's neck He would have to get cleaned up and checked out properly later. The next couple of days wouldn't be any fun, but John would take care of him.
He always did.
The end
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Okay I grossed myself out a little in the end there. But this was a fun exercise in writing filthy, filthy porn (you really shouldn't be able to make it to 24 as a total prude anyway. Consider this my official migration from prudonia).
Read the Sequel here
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Date: 2007-11-02 05:16 am (UTC)Welcome in the wonderful land of kink, filth and evil, then! I loved this.
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Date: 2007-11-02 10:23 am (UTC)typos I spotted: he was bend, irregilarities, tables edge, for it do end, brougth
Also, if you could put a full blank line between each paragraph, that would make it much easier to read. (Or don't make a new line for a sentence that's in the same paragraph.)
he had to look now, because closing his eyes somehow only made it more real.
I really liked this detail.
Sheppard couldn't possibly have gotten all the marines together for this. Some of them had to be patrolling the corridors, or guarding the gate, or had gone off to have space adventures.
That made me laugh. (Of course, they're going to be trading off! I can't imagine anyone not wanting a shot at that ass.)
I also like that John doesn't participate, just watches.
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Date: 2007-11-02 06:00 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2007-11-03 03:16 am (UTC)Filthy — totally filthy. But you know, AWESOME FILTH. Way to go from prude to faaaabulous pornographer. Only complaint: not long enough, more cock needed. *stares at you*
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Date: 2007-11-03 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-03 04:06 am (UTC)and did I mention that this was incredibly hot?
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Date: 2007-11-05 06:23 am (UTC)but really hot. *whimpers*
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Date: 2007-11-06 06:54 am (UTC)Most CO's didn't encourage this sort of behavior in their marines. The colonel was always bucking the trend.
Died. Right. There. I'm so blown away that this is your first dirtybadwrong fic - you're a friggin' pro.
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Date: 2007-11-06 11:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-29 02:01 am (UTC)That fic you linked to sounds uh, interesting. Can it be read anyplace else? It seems to be FLocked.