FanFiction: Release the Dogs Part 3b
Title: Release the Dogs, Part 3 continuation from here)
“See, sir? Isn’t that the pinnacle of pleasure?”
Brad displayed a forced version of his smirk and sounded tentative, altogether interrupting Nate’s thoughts with their strangeness. Yes, this was good, but a pinnacle of pleasure? It had been shocking to grasp Brad’s dick and as arousing as anything. It was fantastic to be watching Brad jack himself off without worrying someone would see him watching. But it was not really a pinnacle. Nate half-grinned and raised a questioning eyebrow in response to Brad’s question, Brad’s Iceman demeanor melting.
And really, despite what was great about this moment, Nate’s dominant thought was that this was all getting to seriously be trying his patience, making him feel patronized, held back, tortured a bit, and now that even Brad seemed to be losing pleasure in it, it seemed less clear why this was still going on. The fact remained Nate was still pinned down and no pinnacle of pleasure was going to come of that. “Let me up, Brad. I assure you it will be…”
“Can’t let it be that easy, sir. Operation Night Sky, Ray,” Brad said, eyes still fixed on the LT, still working his dick with Nate’s hand, forcing himself through these motions, Nate seemed more and more sure.
Ray, who had sort of collapsed into himself on the floor as if about to sulk but totally watching everything anyway with dick in hand, lumbered up. “OK, Brad,” he said a little warily. Ray came to Nate’s side, lifted Nate’s shirt even more, looked impishly apologetic, and dipped his head down until his mouth was sucking on Nate’s nipple, which was maddeningly stimulating and got Nate writhing as violently as he could while still under the weight of Brad, wanting desperately to be able to tear free and grab onto Brad and/or Ray and just get what he fucking wanted…
“Night sky? Nipple suck?” Nate guessed suddenly as he solved the riddle between sharp breaths.
Brad just smiled slightly, and Ray emitted muffled laughs from his position.
Then, Ray started biting a bit too hard, switching to the other nipple, biting too hard. He backed off each time Nate sucked in air and complained, “Too hard!” But Ray kept returning to biting too hard, the undisciplined animal. So once again this whole thing became a potentially great operation tinged with mismanaged skills, leading to disappointment. These were two of the finest men on Earth, underperforming and uncoordinated. Argh.
“Take it easy,” Brad chimed in for Nate, observing Nate’s face and reaching for Ray's shoulder to pull him up.
Ray stopped abruptly and windmilled his arm to fend off Brad. “’Take it easy?’ Shit, easy for you to say.” Ray sounded a little frustrated, looking at Brad’s well-attended dick peeking out from his and Nate’s hands. Ray paused in his frustration, considering. “Right? Or no? Not so easy? Really, how you didn’t come all over the LT yet is kind of…hmmm....” Ray seemed to be joining Nate in skepticism toward Brad.
Something shifted in Brad again as he listened to Ray. He slowed the pumping and seemed to shrink as he responded, “Everything’s fine, Ray. I mean, I’m open to your advisement. I just don’t think the LT is…"
"You know, it’s time. So, just go ahead and put your own dick down, Brad,” Ray spoke as if irritated he had to say this, as if Brad should have already figured out he would be expected to do this. Then Ray spoke slowly and deliberately, like there was a period after every other word: "Slide the fuck back, and give some love to the LT's cock, for fuck's sake."
Hearing this exchange, Nate was as close to stunned as he’d been that evening, including the minute he awoke to thinking he was being taken prisoner in his own quarters. He expected Brad would swat at Ray any moment, but he didn’t. He was complying readily. Nate physically heard Ray saying that Brad should start working Nate’s cock, but it was hard to focus on that while these two showcased a new and unexpected way that they operated as a tight team.
Brad no longer made eye contact with anyone. He was looking down, shrinking back more as he shifted back, following Ray’s orders, reaching down to grasp Nate’s dick. Nate exhaled at how badly he wanted the touch once it was given, shocked out of the shocked thoughts over the Brad/Ray thing. Then, Brad flashed a quick look at Nate after a couple of seconds. It was that same look he’d had in the hall the other day after Nate talked about how he coped with all the madness of the invasion by confessing his love of being trapped and tested. He had seen that day how he had given Brad some peace. Brad seemed to have it again, and it was...
Wait…
Nate had said…
Oh for the love of…
Meanwhile, Ray seemed to have grown about 2 inches and had turned his back to Nate, addressing Brad. Brad made one more attempt to talk with Ray but didn't look at him as he said, “I just thought that Nate needed…”
“I’ll tell you what he needs,” Ray said, now the one issuing tired patience. “Just keep jacking him off. Good squeezing, good tempo…you know, make it good, Brad. Come on.”
Brad provided no response - just right back to work, looking at his hand pumping Nate’s cock, occasionally stealing glances at Nate with that…contentment. Only word for it.
Nate groaned with Brad’s hand pumping his cock and struggled to complete his confused thoughts. He was lost in processing this spectacle Brad and Ray had become and the memories of that moment in the hall with Brad that seemed relevant now and the firm grip and skill he knew Brad possessed now being applied to his body. Brad’s efforts were winning, were all Nate could focus on. Nate’s eyeballs involuntarily rolled back and it definitely seemed like Nate would climax very soon.
Then Ray added, “Now make sounds like he is fucking you. Like that dick in your hand is actually up your ass, Brad, and you are loving it.”
Nate opened eyes to look at Ray after that, and then looked to Brad, who should have protested that stupid idea, for at least a couple of reasons. But instead, Brad looked checked out, eyes closed. He raised one eyebrow, and then followed Ray's orders, with sharp breaths and grunts, eyes closed.
Oh Jesus, Nate was done in, unraveled, blown away by the hotness of Brad's work and convincing sounds and unflinching dedication to what Ray tasked him to do. It was unreal, and it became clear to Nate that this was Brad was getting from Ray what he needed. It was not exactly as Nate had always envisioned. Not even close, actually, but…yeah. Brad seemed relaxed and content.
Nate reached for Brad's head to participate, to perhaps just massage his scalp, but Ray intercepted and swatted his hand away. “Nope.”
Nate was thrown off by that, and grinned a quick confused little smile at this silliness, this funny thing Ray apparently did with Brad and was translating it to Nate. It would be easy enough to just lie back and feel the fucking amazing sensations, but they came with wanting more and more and more, actively wanting, needing to not just receive, but to give. He could give them so much. Wanted to.
When Brad seemed to have moaned his way toward some kind of end point, and Nate felt he was just about to explode, Ray said, “OK, now stop and climb down off this officer. This gentleman. What the hell is wrong with you?” Ray possessively rubbed his palm over Nate’s body.
Brad complied painfully promptly. With his hand and every cell of his body, Nate reached out for Brad to come back and keep going. But Ray held Nate’s chest down with an elbow, and next Ray blocked Nate from grabbing his own cock and finishing off.
“Ray," Nate growled, "Unacceptable!” Nate grew dark and demanding and called on all his powers of command, and spoke slowly and clearly. “Get something the fuck on my cock - now!”
Ray looked startled and raised one eyebrow, looking between Nate, still tied down by one hand, and Brad, who was now just standing there, heaving a little, arms hanging at his sides, hard dick bobbing. Ray spoke slowly, with uncertainty, eyes glancing around Nate’s body and the table. “That’s not the plan, sir.”
Denied? That was it.
Nate felt extreme disregard for any remaining plan Ray or Brad had. Nate was now very clearly committed to a path of satisfaction and he was damn well going to get it right. Hence, Nate abandoned the drive toward getting off right then. That would have been ok, but he saw opportunity here. Ignoring Ray, Nate grunted once in frustration and then said clearly, "Brad, you take your shirt off."
Brad looked to Ray. Ray shrugged. Brad took off his shirt.
Nate started stroking himself slowly, Ray no longer attempting to block him. Eyes wandering all over Brad’s body, Nate said, “Kiss him, Ray. Go ahead.”
“But what about…”
“What, you don’t want to now?” Nate said, sharp and yet soft all at once.
“Of course I fucking want to,” Ray said as he lifted his weight off Nate's chest, eyeing him suspiciously until he made contact with Brad, then turning to him. Brad hungrily accepted Ray, putting his hands on both Ray’s cheeks, while Ray wrapped his arms around Brad, one hand on his ass, the other around his waist. There were sighs, groans, and there was instant grinding.
As Nate now had no one leaning on him or hovering, he bent his legs, rolled and flipped over the side of the tables, deftly planting his feet on the floor in a squat. “Hands stay away from those dicks,” he called out from his kneel next to the table leg. He could see where his remaining attached cuff was looped through a hole cleverly bored right through the middle of the table leg itself. Nate shook his head and mused aloud as he examined the remnants of his bonds, "You wanted me restrained - thought it would get me off.” Nate pressed the tab of that remaining cuff to free himself entirely and rubbed his wrists a little. He settled down into a sitting position and worked on getting his boots off.
Ray and Brad had an impressive hunger for and familiarity for each other. They kept glancing to Nate as he squared himself away. Once naked enough, Nate pursed his lips and said, “I get it. I appreciate the effort. You weren’t wrong. Entirely. You got us here..." Nate shook his head a little to convey their grouping, their situation, whatever this was. "Commendable."
Ray pulled away from kissing and groping Brad above the waist to look back at Nate expectantly. Something needed to be next - the sense of “next” was all the air in the room. Nate just sat there enjoying Ray and Brad trading looks of wariness and unbelieving sheepishness and pleased discovery and every other reaction they'd brought upon themselves in unleashing Nate as they had.
Nate got his fill of amusement from that and then took action to meet the needs hovering around his head. He took in a deep breath and said, “Brad, come over here and lay down on your back, with your head right here next to me. I’m going to kiss you. Long, and hard. And Ray, you will suck him off while I do.”
Ray and Brad paused for a blink, looked at each other, then moved toward their positions readily, almost comically in terms of the timing.
“Yes,” Brad said quietly. Ray just smirked at him.
Brad looked absolutely relaxed and happy when he was settled and looking up at Nate. Nate was confident as he descended toward Brad, preparing for a proper make out. He placed his hands on Brad’s face and feasted. Brad was responsive, seemed to mimic Nate's intensity but never tried rising above it. Finally, finally, finally, Nate chanted in his mind, working to keep from completely falling to pieces. He might be able to fall to pieces with Brad, one day. Not today. One day a long time from now.
Ray had draped over Brad’s legs, head over Brad’s crotch. When Brad gasped into Nate’s mouth, Nate glanced down Brad's body to see Brad's cock just disappearing entirely into Ray’s mouth. Nate ate up Brad's ongoing moans, took in the impressive shape of Brad's body sprawling away, and the impressive work Ray was doing when he looked down the expanse of it. Nate said to Brad, “Ray is good for you, isn’t he? Good for all of us. Good Marine, good mouth.” Ray didn’t stop bobbing on Brad’s cock, but he did give Nate a thumbs up, letting Nate know he was happy to serve. Brad just raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Wow…” Nate sighed at the sight. “Massage his balls, too, Ray. Go ahead. Open up. Full service. Till he comes.” Ray re-upped his thumb into the air.
Brad grabbed Nate’s face and pulled him in. “Nate,” he said quietly, confessing he didn’t have much farther to go, inviting Nate to accompany him, to connect with him as it happened.
There were so many times in the invasion when Brad wanted to connect with Nate, and vice versa. It happened when they heard a ridiculous order, received ludicrous news, whatever stupid thing it was. Nate felt badly that he had been inconsistent in how he responded to Brad in the field during such times. Now, he was able to fully and totally respond, and to try to make amends for when he hadn’t.
Brad’s moaning increased and he tried sitting up, but Nate held him down, uttering a quick, “Uh-uh.” Brad closed his eyes and locked up, eyebrows arching as he was coming in Ray’s mouth. He let out a short, terse moan, and bonked his head lightly against the floor a few times in lieu of arching his back. Nate was enthralled at the sight of Brad this way. How amazing it was to see Brad extremely satisfied and happy while under his command. So much more how it should be.
Ray sat up and joined Nate in watching Brad cycle through his orgasm and back to calmness. Brad looked like he might drift off to sleep.
“I always want to take care of my men,” Nate joked smugly to Ray. "Some differently than others.”
“What now, sir?” Ray asked, rock hard and antsy, looking at Nate like he might want to pounce, like he had next to zero space to accommodate banter.
Smiling, Nate said, "Now, Ray, I need you to fuck Brad open for me.”
Brad’s body shifted and over his closed eyes, his eyebrows arched a little.
One corner of Ray's mouth turned upward slowly. "Fuck yeah. Consider it done, sir.”
With a hint of fun, Nate said, “I presume you gentlemen brought the proper equipment for this operation?”
"Lube is hard to come by here, as you know. Thank God the kind we want now doesn’t do double duty between asses and Mark nineteens." Ray was reaching to his pants, rumpled nearby, and digging into a zippered compartment on one leg. “At least, not that we know of. Still, I always keep this shit on lockdown. I think I would probably cry my eyes out if I had given this to any Marine for experiments in keeping weapons operational in the desert.”
“Pussy,” Brad quipped quietly, smirking.
“OK, Mr. About to Take Two Marines In a Row Up the Ass. And Will Love It. We’ll see who’s a crier. Christ, assume the position, Brad. Chop chop.”
Despite how spent he seemed, Brad moved quickly onto all fours in front of Ray. Ray glanced to the LT, who nodded and Ray tossed him a condom, then opened his own and rolled it on. Nate was in no hurry as he did the same, watching as Ray next opened a small foil packet of lube. Ray coated his fingers and started touching Brad's ass, but Nate was disappointed. “Stop, stop. It’s no good. I can’t see a fucking thing. How am I supposed to monitor this? How am I supposed to enjoy this if I can't see? Come on, guys.”
Without missing a beat, without a questioning pause, Brad and Ray moved in coordination to get to where Nate would see their faces.
“Give me the progress reports as you go, Ray.” Nate said coolly, feeling calm and smug and allowing himself to feel turned on in that fucked up way he wasn’t supposed to when in command.
“One finger going in, sir,” Ray replied, like reading coordinates, but excited about them, like he really found some medal-winning shit to call in.
Nate studied Brad. He appeared strained, but it was clear there was no way his body was going to do anything other than stay there.
After a few breaths from them all, Ray called, “Two.” Then he added quietly, “Relax, baby." He sounded intimate, almost as if Nate wouldn’t hear. Then Ray kissed Brad's back lightly, rubbing it with his free hand, reassuring. “Gonna make me feel so good. And you’re gonna love it, too.”
Nate smiled a little at the sweetness. Brad was staring out, trying to hide his efforts to relax, to work through it, and it was clear Brad was drawing upon a dwindling well of energy, sapped but in a completely good way.
Nate said, “Hang in there Brad. You’re looking good. Go ahead and melt. Melt around your RTO's fingers as they fuck into you. It must be so hard to be the Iceman all day."
Brad’s breath hitched.
“Day and night, sir,” Ray corrected, then said, “Three,” eyes locking with Nate’s in curiosity - distant, long term, what-will-happen-to-all-of-them curiosity. “Three, and…”
Brad contorted his face as Ray apparently found the right place to touch. He moaned, dropped his head, raised it again in the agony of pleasure experienced with only fumes of energy to keep going. In a slow, flat, absolutely desperate way, Brad said, “Fuck me already. Someone. Fuck me. Please."
Nate nodded permissively to Ray, who seemed to share his thoughts, saying, “Don’t ask for it, Brad. You should know by now that is not going to work for you.”
“Ray is…wise.” Nate concurred, stumbling on the irony. “Ray, find something else to do while you stretch him. Tickle his balls, maybe? I trust your judgment here."
Ray pursed his lips and nodded.
“Oh my God,” Brad trembled. He reared backward, pressing toward Ray, who smiled softly.
"Hold your positions," Nate commanded, moving forward, going feet first on his back to slide under Brad. Ray made room for Nate's legs to slip by him as Nate maneuvered to be face to face with Brad. After looking Brad over and watching up close his coping with Ray’s attentions, Nate started trickling his fingers around Brad’s chest and stomach, and said with a slightly raised eyebrow and little else, "Brad, there are now two dicks so close to you, so close to fucking you."
Ray kept his three fingers in, stretching Brad with little motions and with Brad moving back against him, then moved forward until his tongue made contact around the rim where his fingers were entering Brad. Then, as Ray licked up the crack of Brad's ass, Nate saw this brilliance and coordinated with Ray by turning to gnaw and lick Brad's wrists, up his arms, and over his nipples.
When Nate had first slid under Brad, Brad’s face, though mostly overwhelmed, allowed a bemusement to slip through for Nate to see. But now that Ray and Nate both were working on him, he closed his eyes and emitted the most helpless breathy sigh, all the while staying up on all fours most admirably. Then Brad shook a little, struggling to stay up and to take the sensations, and he whispered, “Totally awesome.”
"I suspect," Nate said, ignoring Brad, sort of, "You will learn to be more patient next time waiting to be fucked. I am patiently waiting to fuck you, you see. It might be nice if I already was, but then, this seems to be what is best for you."
"And you," Brad whispered, a slight smile breaking through his concentration to not fall to the floor, then whispers of profanity escaped on his breath.
Nate stopped touching Brad abruptly, gave no indication of having heard Brad, and pulled himself out from underneath back to a sitting position. "Ok, you can fuck him now, but slowly. Till I say stop. Then you better fucking stop.”
“Best order ever. Kind of,” Ray muttered, withdrawing his fingers and sitting up from being hunched over Brad's ass, moving to get in position. He pushed his dick into Brad a little, and a little more, and a little more, and of course announced every centimeter of advance verbally somehow. “Brad…oh my God…yes…Fuck, yes. Jesus...”
Brad was shuttering, pushing back, eager, trying not to show it.
“How’s he feel, Ray?” Nate asked, edging closer to his own limit.
“Like, like…tight. Oh God, sir, you are going to miss out on this.”
“It’s OK,” Nate said with a focused intensity. “I just need Brad ready for me to jump in there and fuck him hard. That sound good, Brad?”
Brad’s eyes disappeared for a second and he nodded.
“One more minute, Ray. You all the way in?”
Ray grunted and pressed. “Now I am. Oh God!. Fuck!”
“OK. Go ahead, pump. You know your objective here. Let's go.”
Ray started a little more slowly, a little restrained, but soon worked a solid rhythm. "I think he's good, sir," Ray panted.
Nate crawled over to reach for the lube and smeared it on his cock. He kissed Brad while his face was at that level, then looked to Ray.
Ray continued in a pained, restrained manner.
Nate said, “Great work, Ray. Now get the fuck out of my way,” and he scrambled up and attacked, almost shoving Ray aside, except Ray saw him coming and pulled out of Brad just in time to prevent damage to either of them. Nate caught the grin on Ray’s face as he yielded easily and rolled away. Then Nate slammed his body against Brad, wrapped his arms around his torso and pulled him up, giving Brad one full embrace in gratitude and greed, hands racing all over his taut abs and medium-hard dick. Nate rubbed his own dick against any part of Brad it ran into. Brad pushed his ass at Nate, but Nate sucked and scraped teeth along Brad’s shoulders, gleaning amazing satisfaction and victory in Brad’s obscene sigh to a shoulder bite and thinking of the mark it would leave even in all that ink already there. Then, with the most unhidden sly smile Nate had ever issued, he grabbed Brad’s hips, pushed gently at Brad to send him back onto all fours, lined his own dick up, and pushed it in easily and fully in one quick motion, Brad still pushing back so helping get Nate balls deep in a hurry. The rush of tight warmth almost got the better of Nate, as a fucked-open Brad, ready for pounding, was a ridiculous upgrade to his own hand doing combat jacks. But Nate was able to keep it together and execute the pounding precisely and powerfully.
Brad was making exactly the sounds he had made when Ray had told him to sound like he was being fucked. AND Brad arched and winced and trembled, unwilling to give up until he got through it or passed out trying.
“So hot, so...fucking …” Nate kept his voice low.
Ray complained lightheartedly as he jacked himself off next to them, eyes running all over their bodies, “Have him for now, LT. Look at your amazing ass as you push into Brad, Jesus…Guys, this is a pretty fucking good substitute for a titty rag any day.”
Brad, as fucked out as he'd ever been and not done yet, managed to make eyes at Ray, then closed them, and tilted his face and nodded, gesturing to Ray.
“Seriously, Brad?" Ray spoke as the realization dawned on him. Then he added, "Right! Oh my God. Hell yeah! But not your face, dude. You shouldn't have asked for the face.” Ray quickly got up to stand over Brad and Nate. Under the tattoo, Brad's long back muscle strands flexed and glistened, absorbing Nate’s blows. Ray continued jacking off, target in his sights.
Nate watched Ray work himself right there more or less in his face, and it evoked a smile and a thought. He licked his lips, looking at Ray’s cock, and managed to say, “One day, Ray, I…really…will…”
Ray’s eyes rolled back into his head at this news and with a stuttering breathy wheezy whine, Ray sprayed his load on Brad, and it quickly dripped down to the floor, mingled with the sweat on Brad’s back.
Seeing Ray come at his suggestive promise and slamming into Brad without reservation, Nate had to admit to himself that it was time, that he might be at his limit. Nate shuddered and let himself come. Brad pressed his hips backward into Nate, who pressed forward, then resumed pumping a little, gasping through the descending waves of his orgasm.
"Christ," Nate finally muttered, pulling out, sitting back on his haunches.
Brad hadn't moved from his all-fours stance, just rolled his head around, eyes closed.
"Relax, Brad. Lay down." Nate said softly, and Brad immediately collapsed onto his stomach. “What’s the sit-rep here, anyway?”
Ray sat down, too, leaning backwards on his hands, legs outstretched alongside Brad. Ray gave Nate a knowing, eyebrows-raised grin, looking sleepy. “We have like an hour before Mike comes back and Rudy will let anyone past the door.”
Nate laughed at what that might all mean, then glanced between Ray and Brad, finding himself in deep gratitude. The truest afterglow was setting in. What a novel, welcome feeling. Something had been completed with his team in a monumentally satisfying way, under his direction. He needed that as badly as the orgasm and connection with Brad, and, apparently, Ray. Nate smiled at the happy weirdness. A new way this invasion was going nothing like he’d ever imagined.
Brad reached to Ray's calf and rested his hand there, eyes still closed. Ray reached down to massage Brad’s scalp, and looked to Nate, who scooted up and leaned into Ray and lightly traced patterns on Brad’s back.
Brad was lying with one cheek pressed to the floor. After a spell, a squished grin broke through, bringing along with it Brad’s full Iceman persona, absolutely beaming, mischief and all. "I. Knew it,” he said.
“Fucking Brad,” Ray sighed to Nate.
Now that they were still, Nate had the resources to re-calculate the events, the conversations Ray and Brad had, the actions they took. His mind took him back to that hallway moment with Brad. He chuckled a little. “Fucking Brad,” Nate agreed with a broad grin to Ray, shaking his head.
Ray nodded, glad the LT was finally all caught up.
Brad kept grinning.
~~~END~~~
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