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Logan walked down the hallway to Merrick’s office, Keegan at his side with him. Merrick had called them into the office for a debrief on a new training that Logan and Keegan had to complete.
Keegan had been… weirdly quiet that morning too. Keegan was normally a man of few words, but not around Logan. Around Logan, he was different, warmer, more open. He almost didn’t realize it until Merrick of all people pointed it out. He had genuinely thought that Keegan was just like that, a little more quiet at first, but opened up with a little work. But Merrick was right, Keegan wasn’t like that with Elias, Hesh, or even Kick.
However, this morning, he was quieter than usual when Logan joined him for breakfast, then Keegan had given him total non-answers when he gently tried to pry. So, Logan dropped it. Nothing wrong with Keegan having an off day.
Logan shook his head, returning to the present moment. Keegan opened the door to Merrick’s office, holding it open so Logan could grab the door after him.
The pair entered Merrick’s office. The Captain was sitting at his desk, papers strewn about in front of him, sleeves rolled up and exposing his muscular arms.
Keegan swiftly took a seat in one of the chairs before Merrick’s desk and Logan followed his cue, sliding into the cheap metal seat.
Merrick glanced over at the two of them, his gaze softening slightly as he regarded the two Sergeants.
“Keegan, Logan.” He said, grabbing a folder from the side of his desk and opening it. “You two are up for RTI training.”
Logan’s blood ran cold, resistance to interrogation training. He’d known it was coming and he was not looking forward to it. He honestly didn't think anyone looked forward to it.
“Keegan, you’ll be the interrogator.” Merrick handed a file to Keegan. Merrick turned to Logan. “Logan, you’ll be the POW.” He slid the other file to Logan. “Logan, your intel is in the file, your job is to protect it. Keegan’s job is to get the intel out of you.” Merrick glanced between the two of them. “I’ll be there as the second interrogator.”
Logan quirked an eyebrow. He’d never heard of RTIs having two interrogators in normal circumstances.
“We had an… incident a few years ago. Elias changed the training to have two interrogators.” Merrick said, reading Logan’s expression. “I’ll be there just to keep an eye on things. You’ll be in good hands with Keegan.”
Logan nodded and Keegan grunted his affirmation.
“Now, no techniques are off limits, except for ones that may compromise a soldier’s future integrity and ones that may cause permanent harm. Check in word is ‘color’, ‘red’ is hard stop, ‘yellow’ is soft stop, and ‘green’ is the go ahead.” Merrick said, going over the information automatically as if he’d done it dozens of times. “Any questions?”
“No, sir.” Logan and Keegan said in unison.
“Good. Keegan, go prep interrogation room 1, I’ll meet you there in 15. Logan, wait in your quarters for Keegan to arrive. Dismissed,” Merrick said with finality.
Keegan stood and exited and Logan followed. Once they were in the hallway, Logan spoke up.
“What do you think happened to instigate the two interrogator rule?” Logan asked conspiratorially as they walked down the hall together.
The corner’s of Keegan’s mouth quirked. “That was Kick’s doing, for sure.” Keegan chuckled and shook his head, obviously remembering whatever boneheaded stunt Kick had pulled. “That’s a story for another day, but I thought it was funny. Elias, not so much.”
Logan chuckled. He’ll have to try and pry that out of Keegan some other time.
They reached the fork in the hall where their paths would separate. Logan slowed his steps and turned to Keegan.
“See you in a bit?” Logan said casually.
“See you in a bit,” Keegan said, continuing down the hallway.
In less than an hour, Logan found himself cuffed, a hood thrown over his head, and carried over Keegan’s shoulder down the hallway.
Logan had been pacing his room, anxious, for at least 30 minutes. Merrick had said something about meeting Keegan in 15 minutes, so Keegan was probably going to grab him soon.
At minute 45, Logan was getting really spun up, at this point, he just wanted to get the damn training started and over with. In his anxious state, Logan could’ve sworn he’d heard footsteps outside his quarters.
But when he stepped into the hallway, there was nothing there. When he turned back to walk in his room, his arms were quickly grabbed and cuffed, a cloth bag thrown over his head, and he was hoisted over Keegan’s shoulder.
Logan had instinctively fought back at first, but after his adrenaline brain had calmed down a bit and he realized it was just Keegan, he allowed the man to grab him, manipulate him as needed. Logan was always aware that Keegan was a strong, skilled soldier, but being on the receiving end was something entirely different.
So, Logan was carried down the hall, his vision limited, his breath hot and heavy in the hood. Keegan’s heavy footfalls beneath him. He heard steps coming down the hall as well, someone passing Keegan carrying them. Then Logan heard snickering, what sounded like Kick fucking giggling at Logan.
Logan struggled over Keegan’s shoulder, kicking his legs out and pulling on cuffs restraining him.
Keegan’s arm around his waist tightened. “Don’t struggle, you’ll only make it worse for yourself.” Keegan’s voice was so close to his ears, deep and dark. It sent a shiver up Logan’s spine as he stopped struggling against Keegan, the arm on his waist loosened as he submitted.
Eventually, Keegan stopped and opened a door, into the interrogation room, Logan assumed.
Keegan kneeled and Logan was roughly deposited onto a hard chair. Before he could get his bearings, a hand was grabbing the chain connecting his cuffs, pulling upwards and forcing Logan to bend forward. His hands were lifted over the cold metal back of the chair, so Logan’s hands were looped and restrained behind the chair back.
Logan heard footsteps coming up from behind and around to his front, the breeze from Keegan displacing the air around him hitting Logan’s bare skin.
A hand grabbed the cotton bag on the top of Logan’s head and pulled it off roughly.
Logan squinted against the sudden bright lights in his eyes, no longer veiled by the hood on his head. Logan inhaled sharply, fresh air now surrounding him.
Keegan was in front of him, looking down at Logan with contempt in his eyes. Already in character then, Logan reasoned. Keegan tossed the cloth aside carelessly.
Keegan hooked his thumbs into the belt loops on the front of his pants, leaving his hands resting near his groin. Keegan tilted his head at Logan.
“Well, look what we have here,” Keegan said, narrowing his eyes at Logan.
Logan’s heart started racing, feeling scrutinized under Keegan’s piercing gaze.
“Let’s cut to the chase, yeah? You have information I want. Spit it out, and no one gets hurt.” Keegan said, leaning closer to Logan’s face.
Fuck, Keegan was good at this, Logan was not used to being the subject of Keegan’s ire. His hard tone and unwavering gaze had sweat beading under Logan’s arms.
Logan saw something shift in the corner of the eyes. He broke his held gaze with Keegan and glanced over. Merrick was sitting in a chair a few feet from them, just out of the light. His muscular thighs were spread wide, regarding Logan with half lidded eyes. He smirked as Logan looked at him, bringing up a small cloth in his left hand to wipe off a knife that was held in his right.
Keegan’s gloved hand shot out, gripping the bottom of Logan’s face and jaw, moving his head back to face forward towards Keegan.
“Don’t look away from me,” Keegan growled. “Answer me.”
Logan shuddered, looking back at Keegan defiantly. Logan steeled himself before speaking. “You’ll have to kill me to get that intel,” He said through gritted teeth.
Keegan smiled, the movement not reaching his eyes, cold and calculating. “Oh, you’re going to wish you were dead when I’m done with you, kid.” He chuckled cruelly.
Keegan had started to shift his body to lean back and an impulse overtook Logan’s brain and overrode his rational thinking.
Logan spit, directly out onto Keegan’s face.
Keegan leaned back from Logan’s face, his expression shifting from disgust to rage as he realized what happened.
Logan smirked at Keegan, defiant, reveling in Keegan’s shock and disgust as a grin slowly creeped up his face.
“You little fucking bitch,” Keegan said, his mouth curling into a snarl.
Merrick laughed from his spot a few feet away. “You’ve poked the bear, kid,” He said, amused.
Keegan schooled his face, back to the stoic mask he wore before.
Logan looked directly into Keegan’s eyes, challenging, watching how his spit dripped off Keegan’s chin.
Keegan quickly brought up his hand and struck Logan’s cheek with the back of his hand. The hit was obviously inhibited, but still stung. Heat rushed to Logan’s cheek as tingles ran down his body.
Logan winced, still feeling the pain as he brought his eyes back to Keegan’s. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want that intel,” Logan said.
Logan knew it was a bad idea to egg Keegan on, but if Keegan was going to try and break him, he was going to try and make Keegan lose control.
Keegan’s face was unchanged. He waited a few tense moments before walking around Logan’s chair, standing behind him. Keegan grabbed the back of the chair and leaned it backwards. Logan’s stomach lurched, trying to move and balance his body but prevented by his restraints.
Logan was stuck, looking up at Keegan. Keegan leaned down and put his hand just under the collar of Keegan’s shirt. The rough feel of Keegan’s gloves set his skin on fire. Keegan moved his hand up and wiped Logan’s spit off his face with Logan’s own shirt.
“Fucking disgusting.” Keegan hissed, pulling his hand out of Logan’s shirt.
Keegan moved his hand to Logan’s hair and gripped it, pulling his head backwards. Logan cried out, sharp pin pricks of pain raced down Logan’s scalp as he followed Keegan’s movements.
“Let’s see how you like it,” Keegan said, leaning over Logan’s face.
Keegan pursed his lips and spit directly on Logan’s face, warm saliva hitting the top of Logan’s lips and dripping into his mouth.
Suddenly, Keegan let go of his hair and dropped his hand from the chair back, pushing the chair forward. The chair landed on the ground roughly, the force of it jostling Logan, and sending his head forward.
Logan snapped his head up. The movement caused the quickly drying spit on Logan’s face to spill down his chin.
Logan was panting now, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He shifted his legs in the chair, adjusting himself. Fuck, he wasn’t sure when it had happened, but he was definitely half hard in his pants.
He didn’t dare look down, knowing Keegan and Merrick were watching his every movement, hoping they hadn’t noticed already. It was just the adrenaline, right? He had to calm down a little, if he popped a stiffie in these pants it was going to be very obvious.
Keegan had turned away from him, facing a table that was blocked by his body. “Merrick, come hold him down,” Keegan said, beckoning Merrick closer with his hand.
Logan’s heart raced, Keegan was still facing away from him, hiding whatever he was holding in his hands.
Merrick stood up from the chair slowly, the metal creaking as Merrick’s weight left it empty. Merrick crossed the room slowly, his gaze locked onto Logan. He crossed behind Logan’s chair, a warm hand resting on Logan’s shoulder.
Keegan finally turned around, a knife was gripped in Keegan’s hand, wicked sharp and glinting in the bright overhead light.
Logan could hear his heart pound in his ears. Merrick seemed to sense his shift in anxiety and gripped onto Logan’s shoulder, pinning him in place.
Keegan stood in front of him, a glint in his eyes. “Hope you’re not too attached to this.” Keegan said, moving his free hand to grip Logan’s shirt collar. Logan quickly noticed that Keegan’s hands were now bare and ungloved, likely to have a better hold on the knife. Logan’s brain processed a new vulnerability and he lunged forward, biting Keegan’s hand.
Logan heard Keegan shout and he yanked his hand away. Logan allowed Keegan’s hand to slip out of his mouth, the angle preventing him from maintaining grip. Keegan stood back, shaking his hand out.
“Feisty, isn’t he?” Merrick said, his voice low next to Logan’s ear.
“Should gag him at this rate,” Keegan said, voice still harsh and rimmed with pain. “Or maybe we’ll muzzle him like the dog he is.”
“We’ll teach him some manners.” Merrick chuckled.
Fuck, if that didn’t send a spark of arousal down Logan’s spine. The two men above him talking about him like he wasn’t even there. Merrick’s deep voice, smooth and dark, whispering into his ear.
Logan wanted to submit, wanted to give in, his arousal starting to cloud his thoughts. He tried to tamp down those thoughts, tried to get himself back in the moment.
“Takes two big soldiers to get intel out of me?” Logan said, smirking.
Keegan brought his hand up to his eyes, running two fingers across his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Keegan sighed.
“Merrick,” Keegan said, sharing a look with Merrick behind him.
Logan felt Merrick’s hand run up his nape, up the back of his head, and rested on the top of his head, deceptively soft. Then Merrick’s hand gripped in his hair, yanking his head back. Logan gasped, arching his back and screwing his face tight.
Keegan quickly grabbed his shirt collar again and notched the knife in the fabric and dragged it down. Logan could hear the fabric rip as the knife split his shirt in two. The tip ghosted over Logan’s skin at points as Keegan cut his shirt.
Logan’s shirt fell open as Keegan pulled the knife away, exposing his skin to the cool air. Logan shuddered, feeling exposed. At least the bottom of his shirt would have offered his crotch a little more coverage, but it had fallen to the side, the torn fabric gently ghosting the top of the chair.
Merrick’s hand in his hair loosened, allowing Logan to move his head forward slightly, but Merrick’s hand remained fisted around the strands on the top of his head, a not-so-gentle reminder.
Keegan started tracing the flat of the knife over Logan’s abdomen, not pressing hard enough to pierce his skin, but just enough to remind him of what Keegan could do. The knife trailed from his chest down his stomach, cool metal sending shivers down his spine and heat to his gut.
God, he felt so fucked, getting turned on during RTI training. Logan knew he was into some fucked shit, the combination of his, frankly, attractive Sergeant and Captain and rough treatment had him gasping now.
Keegan brought his free hand to Logan’s stomach, resting his palm flat on Logan’s stomach, holding the skin taught. The warmth of Keegan’s hand a sharp contrast to the cool air in the room. Keegan flipped the knife smoothly in his hand, bringing the sharp end of the knife to the forefront.
Keegan traced the knife across Logan’s stomach, pushing in hard enough to split his skin open underneath, blood welling and dripping out of the shallow cut. Logan shouted as Keegan cut him, ending in a whimper as Keegan brought the knife off of Logan.
Logan’s breaths were coming out hot and heavy now, looking down at the wound on his stomach, watching the blood run down and stain his waistband. Logan was definitely rock hard in his pants now. The bulge was obvious now, he thanked his lucky stars that Keegan and Merrick didn’t seem to notice yet.
Keegan had returned to his full height. “Ready to talk now?” Keegan asked, his voice mocking, sickeningly sweet.
“Do your worst.” Logan huffed out.
Merrick’s hand moved from Logan's hair to wrapping around Logan’s throat. Merrick’s hand was just resting on Logan’s throat, almost engulfing the front of his throat. His two first fingers and thumb were resting on the veins on the sides of Logan’s neck.
“You asked for it.” Merrick’s lips were almost touching Logan’s ear, whispering low and gravelly, wrapping around Logan’s brain and settling in his stomach.
Merrick moved his hand upwards, forcing Logan’s jaw upwards to face Keegan. His fingers pressed into the sides of Logan’s neck, cutting off Logan’s blood supply. Logan’s brain started to go fuzzy, blurring at the edges of his consciousness.
As blood loss started to affect Logan, Keegan brought his hand up and struck him, square across the cheek, open handed. The sting across his cheek was delayed, almost like the blood loss was making his reactions slower. Heat bloomed in his face, his eyes rolled back and Logan couldn’t help the broken moan that escaped from his throat.
Merrick released pressure on Logan’s veins, his hand coming off Logan’s throat and moving to rest on top of his collar bone. The blood rushed back to Logan’s head, white hot pleasure pooling in his gut. Shit, maybe they thought it was a pained moan? Logan moved his gaze downwards, staring at a spot on the floor between Keegan’s boots.
His cheeks were hot, the room was so quiet, he felt like he could hear a pin drop. Keegan was still before him. Merrick was silent behind him.
“Hmm,” Keegan murmured, breaking the silence that had covered the room. “Look at me.” Keegan said, his voice a little softer around the edges now.
Logan clammed up, an invisible barrier had risen in his throat, he couldn’t speak, his head felt like lead, unmoving and heavy.
Keegan brought the flat of his knife under Logan’s jaw, pulling Logan’s head up with the threat of the point at the hollow of his throat. Logan’s head was tilted upwards but he kept his gaze down, his blood fire in his veins.
“Look at me,” Keegan said, his voice stern, unwavering, begging to be heeded.
Logan whined, his cock straining in his pants, certain his face was red and flush. He felt flayed open and raw under Keegan’s command, starting to slip into that state where all he wanted to do was please, but he couldn’t lift his gaze up.
Keegan tilted the knife, the tip starting to dig into the top of his trachea, threatening to break skin.
Logan whimpered and flitted his eyes up to Keegan’s. Keegan immediately returned the knife to its previous position upon compliance, Logan’s head resting on the flat.
Keegan was inches from his face, his eyes softer than before, but still squinted, mischievous.
“There we go. Was that so hard?” Keegan regarded him like he was a bug to be squashed, pathetic and small.
Logan let out a soft sigh, his eyes half lidded, drawn into Keegan’s gaze.
“No, sir,” Logan said, his voice smaller, obviously affected with arousal despite his attempt to hide it.
Merrick chuckled behind him, “Is that all it took?”
Logan squirmed in his seat, his hard cock pressed up against the zipper of his pants.
“Even got him calling you ‘sir’ now,” Merrick said, rubbing his hand along Logan’s collar bone.
That got a smirk from Keegan. Keegan leaned back, straightening his spine, keeping the knife under Logan’s chin. He glanced down, right at Logan’s crotch.
Shit.
“Well, well. Look what we have here, Merrick.” Keegan said, taking the knife off Logan’s throat and pointing it right at the bulge in Logan’s pants.
He could feel Merrick lean over and follow the line of Keegan’s knife.
“Something got you a little excited, Logan?” Merrick outright purred.
Logan hissed, simultaneously wanting to close his legs and hide from the scrutiny or buck his hips up and chase his pleasure. He ended up just fidgeting in his seat.
“Maybe,” Logan said, still trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.
Both Merrick and Keegan laughed openly at him this time. Logan bit his lip and blushed, trying to turn his head to the side and hide his face.
“Our poor boy is so shy. So cute when he blushes.” Merrick chuckled.
“We should see if we can make his ass as red as his face.” Keegan taunted.
Logan couldn’t hold back the squeak that spilled from his throat, almost immediately feeling embarrassed at how hot the thought made him. His brain filling with images of being bent over Merrick’s lap, Keegan slapping his ass hard and gradually moving his hand lower and lower, closer to his cock—
Logan’s fantasies were cut off by Merrick and Keegan laughing at him again. Logan felt dazed, arousal now fully clouding his head. God, he needed more, his cock was aching in his pants, aching to be touched.
Keegan leaned down and brought the tip of the knife to the tip of Logan’s cock in his pants. Logan gasped as Keegan traced the tip down his shaft, leaving sparks of arousal in its wake. Logan could feel his cock leak precome from the hard edge threatening to split his pants open.
Keegan’s knife came to rest gently on the fabric over his thigh.
“Color, Logan?” Keegan asked, his voice now soft and warm. Reminding Logan that he could end this at any point if he wanted.
“Green,” Logan answered immediately, his voice breathy.
Keegan quirked a brow at Logan. “You sure?”
“Yes, Keegan. Green, green, green, please don’t stop,” Logan said quickly.
“Eager, too,” Merrick said.
“Oh, we all know he’s eager,” Keegan said, pointedly glancing at Logan’s cock. “Logan, give me the intel and then we’ll let you come.”
Logan swore, bucking his hips off the chair, desperate for friction. “‘M not giving it up.” Logan gritted out.
Keegan smirked, still looking directly at Logan. “Merrick, get him on his knees.”
“Gladly.” Merrick’s hand left Logan’s chest as he stood.
Keegan stood back, allowing Merrick to come to the forefront.
Merrick stood in front of Logan, broad and intimidating. Logan traced his eyes down the lines of Merrick’s body, the bulge in his pants prominent in front of him. Fuck, Logan could already tell that Merrick was big. Logan’s mouth started watering involuntarily.
Merrick slotted his hands under Logan’s armpits and lifted him off the chair, depositing Logan roughly on the ground. Logan was kneeling on the hard ground, staring up at Merrick now.
“You look good on your knees, Logan,” Merrick said, staring down at him.
“Looks like he belongs there, isn’t that right, Merrick?” Keegan said, standing slightly behind Logan.
“He certainly does,” Merrick said, bringing a finger up Logan’s throat and under Logan’s chin. Logan stretched his chin up, following Merrick’s finger.
Logan gazed up at Merrick, chest heaving as he kneeled on the ground. Merrick and Keegan were already much taller and broader than he was, but now that he was on his knees in front of the two of them, the difference between them was even greater. He was truly at their mercy, and, god, didn’t that thought send a sick thrill up his spine. He trusted Merrick and Keegan explicitly, there was nowhere else he wanted to be, content in his place on his knees in front of the two men.
Merrick picked his boot up and placed the sole on Logan’s clothed cock. Logan groaned, long and loud as his eyes rolled back and flitted closed. Relief flooded his body as his cock finally got some much needed friction. Logan thrust his hips up, rutting his cock against the sole of Merrick’s boot. He rested his head on Merrick’s hard thigh in front of him, his cheek pressed against the rough fabric of his pants.
Keegan cooed at him, “Our poor, desperate boy. He just needed to rut against daddy’s boot, didn’t he?”
Keegan’s words sent an unexpected punch of arousal through Logan’s body. He cried out, pressing his mouth against Merrick’s legs to muffle his moans, his hips stuttering against Merrick’s boot.
Suddenly, a hand was fisting in his hair and pulling his head back. Logan whined, the change in position increasing the pressure of Merrick’s boot on his cock. Logan opened his eyes, both Merrick and Keegan peering down at him as he slowly continued to rub himself on Merrick.
Merrick leaned down towards Logan’s face and Logan immediately opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, begging for Merrick to spit on him, in his mouth. He tried to surge upwards, but Keegan’s hand in his hair had him pinned.
Merrick smirked down at Logan. “Did you want something, Logan?” Merrick asked.
Logan gasped, still sticking out his tongue and hoping Merrick would indulge him, his hazy mind too slow to form sentences.
“I think you broke him, Merrick,” Keegan said, his voice rimmed with amusement. “Take pity on the pathetic little thing.”
Logan couldn’t help how his cock jumped at Keegan’s words.
“Poor baby,” Merrick said, clapping Logan’s face gently. Merrick rested his thumb on Logan’s chin and spit directly in Logan’s mouth.
The spit landed in Logan’s mouth and on his lips. Logan shuddered, his shoulders tensing, his neck arching as he let out a high threedy whine as Merrick’s spit hit his tongue. Logan swallowed, gasping. He brought his tongue out and licked Merrick’s spit off his lips.
“Jesus, kid, is that what was getting you all riled up earlier?” Keegan asked.
“Mmhmm,” Logan said, sifting through his haze. “And…” Logan trailed off, almost embarrassed.
“Oh?” Keegan’s eyebrows lifted. “What else was gettin’ you goin’, pup?” Keegan’s southern drawl was starting to leak into his words, smooth as honey in Logan’s ears.
Logan tried to close his eyes again, whining while trying to look away.
Keegan brought the knife to rest on Logan’s throat. Logan bucked his hips back up, starting to rut against Merrick’s boot again.
“Be a good boy and tell us.” Keegan said, voice still sickly sweet.
“Fuck,” Logan started, clenching his jaw. “All of it, all of it. Being tied up, knife on my dick, slapping my face, all of it. Anything you’ll give me.” The words were spilling out of him now, and he couldn’t stop it.
That got a groan from Merrick and Keegan blew out a harsh exhale.
“God, you are a filthy little thing, aren’t you?” Keegan asked.
Keegan brought the knife away from Logan’s throat and let go of Logan’s hair, his hand now resting on the top of Logan’s head.
“Anything you didn’t like?” Merrick asked.
Logan shook his head. “No, sir.”
Merrick smiled above him, pleased.
Keegan’s hand on his head guided Logan back to rest his head on Merrick’s warm thigh. Logan continued rubbing his cock on the sole of Merrick’s boot, the friction was teasing, enough to get him close, precome starting to leak from his cock again.
But it wasn’t enough. Logan picked up his pace, grinding on Merrick’s boot even faster, teetering on the edge but not quite enough to tip him over. Logan whined, stopping his thrusts for a moment to tighten his thighs on Merrick’s boot. Logan started again, thrusting faster and faster, whining loudly when it still just wasn’t enough.
Tears of frustration were starting to well in his eyes, threatening to spill over.
“Please, please.” Logan begged, eyes unfocused.
“What is it, Logan?” Merrick asked.
Logan brought his head up to look up at Merrick as tears brimmed over and started running down his cheeks.
Keegan was on him in an instant, a solid, reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Logan, color?” There was a worried edge to his voice now.
“Green. I just…” Logan paused, gasping between thrusts. “Need to come.”
Keegan let out a breath next to him. Logan could see him collect himself before speaking.
“Give us the intel then.” Keegan quirked a brow, his voice back to that cool and calm state, absolutely in control.
Logan had almost forgotten about their actual goal here, about the RTI training that seemed so distant and far away now.
Fuck it.
“The city is Tehran, Iran. Codeword is powder blue.” Logan rattled off the random location and word he had been given at the start.
“Good boy.” Keegan praised. “Go ahead and come for us.”
Logan whined again, still trying and failing to chase his own release.
“I-I can’t,” Logan started. “It’s not enough.” He stilled his hips, tears still flowing down his cheeks.
“You wanna come, baby?” Merrick said, gently running his hand across Logan’s nape.
Logan nodded, slowly, pressing his face to Merrick’s leg again.
“I’ll help you come as long as you clean it up afterwards, okay?” Merrick asked, toying gently with Logan’s hair.
Logan quickly nodded again, shifting his hips up.
“I need to hear it, sweetheart.” Merrick said.
Logan really didn’t expect the shiver that went down his spine when Merrick whispered pet names to him in that low, gravely tone.
“Yes, yes, please, please, please—” Logan was cut off by Merrick’s chuckle.
“Alright, Keegan, take pity on our poor, pathetic boy.” Merrick drew out those last words as he lifted his boot from Logan’s cock.
Keegan wordlessly kneeled behind Logan, sliding up between his legs so Keegan’s front was flush with Logan’s back. The warmth from Keegan’s body seeped into his skin, comforting and solid behind him. Logan leaned back into him, pressing his bound arms further into his own body. His head lolled back onto Keegan’s collar bone, relaxed as Keegan’s hands came around his hips, onto the waistband of Logan’s pants.
Logan could feel Keegan’s hands hesitate, thumbing Logan’s pants button but not quite taking the plunge. Keegan pressed his mouth to the join of Logan’s neck and shoulder, pressing a kiss into his skin.
Logan bucked his hips up. “C’mon, Keegan.” He whined out.
Keegan huffed out a laugh, warm breath on Logan’s skin. He unbuttoned Logan’s pants, the top hemline still a little sticky with blood as it came away from Logan’s skin. Keegan reached into his waistband, hand brushing the hair that trailed down his lower stomach, and pulled out his cock, tucking the waistband under his balls.
Logan could feel Keegan still behind him, and he felt him lean over to stare down at Logan’s cock in Keegan’s hand. Keegan laughed openly. “Aww, his cock is so tiny and cute,” Keegan said, looking up at Merrick.
Logan squirmed, his cock twitching in Keegan’s hand as he squeezed it and toyed with it experimentally.
Merrick peered down at him, “Small all over, isn’t he?” Merrick exhaled through his nose.
Logan was definitely the shortest and slightest of the Ghosts. It gave him certain advantages in the field, but did lead to teasing from the other Ghosts occasionally. Teasing that left a strange pit in his stomach when it came from certain members of the team.
Logan moaned at Merrick’s words, trying to cut off the sound at the end and hanging his head down to try and hide his flushed face.
Keegan wrapped his hand around Logan’s cock, engulfing it entirely. “God, look at that,” Keegan said. “Honestly, Logan, I thought you popped a semi in your pants earlier but this is all of it, huh?”
Logan’s cock twitched in Keegan’s hand, leaking precome at Keegan’s words. Logan turned his head, trying to bury his face in Keegan’s neck.
“Look at him twitch, he likes it, doesn’t he?” Merrick said, staring down at Logan’s cock in Keegan’s hand.
Logan let out a muffled groan into Keegan’s neck, clenching his thighs together as pure arousal poured down his body. Fuck, he really did like it, didn’t he?
“Yeah, Logan. You like it. You like us talking about how tiny and useless your cock is. Isn’t that right?” Keegan’s voice pitched to something low and syrupy at the end, mocking and sweet.
Logan was sweating now, so turned on at the humiliation and embarrassed at how aroused he was, leading to a horrendous feedback loop. He nodded into Keegan’s neck, confirming what they already knew.
Both men above him laughed openly, sending his flush even further down his body. He could feel the vibrations of laughter in Keegan’s neck and chest.
Logan flexed his hands in the cuffs, feeling them brush against Keegan’s lower stomach. Logan realized he had a little room to play with his hands pinned behind his back. He quickly shot his hand down and grabbed Keegan’s cock through his pants. He shimmed backwards, trying to get as much contact between them as possible with limited range of motion.
Keegan hissed as Logan half rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Keegan’s head tilted back as he thrust a few times into Logan’s hand, his hand tight around Logan’s cock in turn.
Keegan seemed to reel himself back in, releasing Logan’s cock and leaning back. Keegan grabbed the chain between Logan’s cuffs, yanking his hands upwards. “Brat.” He chastised Logan, pulling his cuffs up again so Logan bent at the waist. “Be a good girl and rub your clit on his boot.”
Logan rolled his eyes back, arching his back and outright moaning as the unexpected wave of arousal that crashed through him. Jesus Christ, he did not think he was into that, but goddamn.
Keegan let go of Logan’s cuffs, allowing Logan to shimmy forward slightly as Merrick moved his boot underneath Logan. Logan lowered himself down, pressing his cock onto the shiny surface of Merrick’s boot. Logan shivered, he felt lucky that his precome eased the glide as he started to hump Merrick’s boot.
Logan quickly picked up his pace, the friction of Merrick’s boot on his cock was just right. Logan heard the rustle of fabric behind him. When he thrust backwards, his ass brushed against Keegan’s clothed cock, hard and straining the front of his pants.
With every thrust, Logan had the twin sensations on his cock and on his ass. He was quickly hurtling towards his peak again, but he desperately wanted to beg for Keegan to fuck him, fuck his ass, fuck his thighs, anything.
Logan was mouth open, panting against Merrick’s thigh, starting to drool. His eyes snapped open and, Christ, Merrick’s intimidating bulge was right in front of his eyes. Merrick’s pants were tight, the outline of his cock visible through the thick fabric. Logan’s mouth started to water.
He couldn’t resist the pull. Logan leaned over and put his mouth over Merrick’s cock, licking up the rough fabric.
“Fuck,” Merrick hissed and thrust his hips forward. He quickly grabbed Logan’s hair and pulled his head back. “You are going to be the death of me, kid.”
Logan stuck his tongue out, not letting up his rutting on Merrick’s boot as he whined. He flitted his eyes up towards Merrick, giving him his best begging puppy dog eyes.
He watched Merrick’s eyes roll back in his head. “Fine, desperate little thing.”
Merrick maintained his grip on Logan’s hair as he undid his belt buckle, undoing his pants, and fished out his cock.
Logan’s eyes widened as Merrick’s cock bobbed out. His cock was long, intimidatingly thick, and surprisingly, Merrick was uncut. His eyes were drawn downwards, towards the thick, dark hair that trailed down Merrick’s stomach and around his dick, covering his balls. Logan moaned, and was surprised to hear Keegan moan behind him too.
“Fuck, Keegan.” Merrick hissed, his cock twitching in front of Logan’s face.
“Sorry, daddy, gets me every time.” Keegan’s voice was heady now, obviously affected.
Logan keened, opening his mouth wider and sticking his tongue out.
“Desperate now that you’ve got a real cock in front of you,” Merrick said. He pulled Logan’s head closer, grabbed the base of his cock and tapped the tip on Logan’s tongue, before pulling Logan’s head onto his cock.
Merrick let go of Logan’s hair and let him take over. Logan slipped his tongue on the underside of Merrick’s cock experimentally. He’d had his mouth around quite a few dicks before, but never an uncut one. Logan bobbed his mouth up and down Merrick’s cock slowly, reveling in how different it felt. Logan pulled his head back until just the tip was in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the head and slipped his tongue underneath the skin covering the tip.
Merrick growled, swearing under his breath as Logan ran his tongue around the head underneath. Merrick was panting now, his plush pecs heaving with each breath. Logan was thrilled at being able to affect his normally hard ass Captain with just his mouth.
Logan pulled his tongue out and tightened his lips around Merrick’s length, hollowing his cheeks, bobbing his head up and down Merrick’s cock. He couldn’t quite take the entire length of Merrick’s cock, but he relaxed his throat and was able to take most of it.
Fuck, Logan was getting close now, precome leaking from his cock and already making a mess of Merrick’s boots, his hard cock shoved down Logan’s throat, Keegan behind him, brushing his own arousal against Logan with each thrust. All of the sensations at once were quickly becoming overwhelming. His mouth was open and slack, drooling around Merrick’s cock, sloppy and aimless.
Logan’s release caught him off guard. Like a punch to the gut, Logan was coming, spilling over onto Merrick’s boots, moaning around his cock as he stilled his lips. Logan rubbed his cock into the cum on Merrick’s boots as he came down from his peak, just holding Merrick’s cock in his mouth now.
Merrick grabbed his hair and pulled Logan off his cock, manipulating his head so he was resting on Merrick’s hip. Merrick ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, gently running his fingers over Logan’s scalp as he rode out the rest of his orgasm. Logan felt boneless, resting his body weight on Merrick’s steady, strong legs.
Logan was startled by Merrick clapping his cheek twice, his eyes fluttering open.
Merrick tutted at him. “Look at the mess you’ve made. Now clean it up.” Merrick grabbed the back of Logan’s neck, scruffing him like a cat, and pushed him downwards.
Logan felt Keegan shift behind him, kneeling to Logan’s side. Logan complied, lowering himself to the ground and walking his knees backwards. Logan leaned down, looking directly at the cum smeared across the toe of the boot. Logan licked up the boot, the flat of his tongue tracing along the boot.
His own bitter release hit his tongue, mixing with the earthy taste of the leather underneath. Logan lapped his own cum off Merrick’s boot, leaving the surface behind shiny and slick. He could feel every stiff wrinkle of the material, every industrial strength stitch. Logan almost fell into a trance cleaning Merrick’s boots, lavishing over the material, the pattern mindless and rhythmic. The discomfort of cum drying on his cock fading into the background as he worked his tongue over Merrick’s boot.
Logan was about to start his work on the laces when Merrick pulled his boot out from under Logan’s face. Logan’s eyes flew open, watching as Merrick moved his spit-shined boot away.
“Alright, that’s enough slobbering on my boot, pup,” Merrick said.
Logan turned his head up from where he was resting on the floor. He watched as Keegan now kneeled in front of Merrick, Merrick’s hand in his hair, roughly fucking Keegan’s face.
Logan whined, loudly, propping his ass up in the air, his cock already filling out again at the scene in front of him, twitching with interest.
Merrick turned his head towards where Logan was on the ground. “What‘s got you whining over there, Logan?” Merrick asked, looking down on him.
“Need—“ Logan started, fumbling over the words in his mouth. “Need to get fucked.” He said, shallowly thrusting his hips into the air.
“Already so needy again, such a fucking slut,” Merrick said.
He grabbed Keegan’s hair and wrenched Keegan off of his cock. “Get Logan on the table and prep him,” Merrick commanded, letting go of Keegan’s hair.
Keegan stood up, walking over to where Logan lied, the bottom of his face shiny with spit, his lips bright red now.
Keegan nudged Logan’s shoulder with his boot. “On your knees.”
Logan was lucky that he had a damn good core and that he’d recovered enough to get his balance back. He lifted himself up, teetering on his knees.
Keegan quickly knelt down and scooped Logan over his shoulder as he had done earlier in the day and deposited him face down on the cold, metal table. Logan let out a soft exhale as he rested his head on the cool surface.
He felt Keegan grip his waistband and pull it down, the fabric coming to rest under his cheeks, cool air making him shiver.
Keegan let out a low whistle. “Damn, you’ve got a tight ass there, Logan.” Keegan smacked Logan’s ass, leaving Logan clenching as the sting radiated.
Both of Keegan’s hands grabbed him now, spreading his cheeks, exposing him fully to Keegan above him. Keegan hummed appreciatively, a dry finger brushing along his rim.
Keegan brought his hand up to Logan’s mouth, resting his first two fingers on Logan’s lips. “Get them nice and wet for me.”
Logan took Keegan’s fingers into his mouth, laving his tongue over them, sucking them in earnest as he tried to slick them up as much as possible.
Keegan pulled his fingers out of Logan’s mouth, bringing one to his hole and he slowly pushed in.
Logan moaned as Keegan’s finger entered him, the slight burn so welcome and needed as Keegan pushed his finger to the hilt. Logan felt some level of relief as he finally started to be filled, started to get fucked. He pushed his hips back against Keegan’s finger, urging it deeper, trying to get it to hit that spot inside him.
“Greedy fuckin’ thing, fine.” Keegan growled, pushing his second, still slick, finger inside.
There was that stretch Logan needed. Logan hummed, pleased, as he thrust himself back on Keegan’s fingers, fucking himself on those rough, thick digits.
“God damn, I should just let you do all the work, huh?” Keegan said, almost impressed.
Keegan stuck true to his word and let Logan take those fingers, moving in and out, taking them deep and then pulling himself all the way off. Logan was vaguely aware that he was hard again, his cock rubbing on the table with each thrust.
“Ah! Another.” Logan gasped out.
Keegan hissed behind him and spit onto Logan, some of it landing on his hole and some on his fingers and pushed a third finger into Logan. Logan keened, feeling full as he picked up his pace again, but then Keegan curled his fingers, brushing against that spot that had him seeing stars. Logan’s eyes screwed tightly shut as he squeaked, embarrassed at the needy noise that came out of him.
He heard Merrick chuckle in front of him. “Such a cute little noise, let’s see if we can get him to make it again.”
Keegan let out a dark, low laugh as he curled his fingers again, pressing them right against Logan’s prostate. Logan could feel himself leak onto the table as he squeaked again, squirming against Keegan’s fingers.
Both men laughed above him, making Logan flush again. He bucked himself back against Keegan’s fingers, soft pleas and whines spilling from his throat now, begging Keegan to fuck him, begging for more.
“Alright, alright. You’ve been such a good boy after all,” Keegan said.
Logan breathed out a sigh of relief as Keegan spit onto his own cock. The slick sounds of Keegan prepping himself had him clenching with need. Keegan pulled his fingers out, quickly replacing them with his cock. Logan felt the blunt head nudge against his hole, slowly pushing in.
Logan groaned as Keegan started to finally fill him, sliding in with ease. Keegan let out a wrecked moan as he was fully seated inside Logan, flush with his cheeks.
“Fuck, baby, you are so tight,” Keegan said.
Logan could hear it in his tone, Keegan was barely holding back. Keegan’s hands flew forward, gripping Logan’s hips so tight that he swore they were going to leave marks. Keegan was still fully inside him, not yet moving, giving Logan time to adjust.
Logan grew impatient, wanting to be fucked into the table, fucked so hard he would be walking funny the next day. He arched his back, taking Keegan that much deeper and moaned, biting his own lips.
Keegan got the message and started moving, slowly pushing in and out. Fuck, Keegan felt so good, stretching him in just the right way, hitting all the spots he needed as Keegan picked up his pace. Keegan gripped his hips even harder, pulling Logan’s hips back with each thrust.
Logan was already so blissed out, sure that he was drooling onto the table now. His eyes slowly opened and Logan was treated to the sight of Merrick in front of him, slowly teasing his own cock as he watched them. His hand would start at the base and slowly pull upwards, his thumb flicking over the head before moving downwards again.
Merrick caught him staring and slowly grinned down at Logan, stroking himself a little faster now.
Logan opened his mouth as he watched Merrick pleasure himself at the sight of Keegan and Logan’s coupling, a bead of precome forming at the tip of his cock. Logan stuck his tongue out and tried to lean his head forward the best he could, silently begging for Merrick’s cock.
Merrick chuckled and shook his head, amused. He stopped his strokes and held the base of his cock, feeding it into Logan’s mouth.
Logan hummed, pleasure filling his body as he was stuffed from both ends, Merrick’s velvety, weighty cock on his tongue and Keegan fucking his ass fast and rough. Logan tried to bob his head on Merrick’s cock but Keegan’s thrusts behind him prevented him from getting any sort of rhythm going. Logan kept his mouth open and let Keegan fuck him onto Merrick’s cock, using the back of his tongue to tease the head of Merrick’s cock.
He felt immensely satisfied, Keegan fucking into him from behind, Merrick in his mouth, his arms bound and useless behind him. There was no place he’d rather be than here, with Keegan and Merrick running the show as he accepted whatever they gave.
Logan felt Keegan’s hips start to stutter behind him, start to thrust in slow and deep before picking up the pace and fucking him into the table, his cock pinned between his own body and the cold metal.
Keegan came with a shout, spilling his release into Logan, filling him with warmth that started to spill out as Keegan fucked through his orgasm. Logan was pleased at being able to rip such a sweet sound of pleasure from the normally quiet Sargeant. Keegan gave a few half hearted thrusts before his cock softened and he pulled out with a quiet groan.
Logan immediately picked up the pace on Merrick’s cock in his mouth, increasing the pressure on him and rolling his tongue down each time he brought his mouth down Merrick’s cock. Merrick hissed, roughly jerking the base of his cock, stroking what Logan couldn’t reach.
Merrick swore under his breath and pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth, continuing to run his hand up and down his length quickly.
“I’m close, let me finish in him,” Merrick said, hurried.
Logan nodded, resting his head on the table again as Merrick slotted himself between Logan’s legs, ushering Keegan to the side.
Merrick grabbed Logan’s cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs, exposing Keegan’s cum and cooling saliva to the cold air of the interrogation room. Merrick leaned down and spit on Logan’s hole, the warm saliva sending a thrill down his spine.
Merrick lined himself up and pushed in. Logan arched his back and fisted his hands, digging his nails into his palms. Merrick was so much thicker than Keegan, it felt like Merrick’s cock was splitting him open, stretching Logan’s hole around his cock.
“You did a good job prepping him for me, Keegan,” Merrick said, strained.
Logan vaguely heard Keegan mutter something off to the side, but was quickly overwhelmed by Merrick pushing fully inside him. Logan gasped, it felt like Merrick was practically in his throat, pushed so deep inside of him.
Merrick hummed as he stilled and allowed Logan to adjust again. “Keegan was right, such a nice, tight little hole for me to fill.” Merrick leaned over Logan, pressing his body into Logan’s back, almost completely covering him. Logan felt entirely engulfed, Merrick spread his legs and nudged Logan’s foot. Logan complied easily, pushing his legs together and arching his hips so Merrick could get a better angle.
Merrick started to pull his hips back, and started to thrust into Logan slowly. Logan was pinned to the table, completely at the mercy of Merrick’s slow, deliberate thrusts. If Keegan was fast and rough then Merrick was the opposite, intentional and leisurely. Completely consuming Logan as he stretched around Merrick’s cock, spit and cum easing the slide.
Logan could feel Merrick bury his head into Logan’s neck, his beard brushing against Logan’s shoulder. Merrick picked up his pace, slamming his hips into Logan’s, hard enough to move the metal table if it wasn’t bolted to the floor. Merrick fucked him hard and fast now, filling him up fully and completely each time, chasing his own staved off relief, fucking Keegan’s cum even deeper into him. Logan let out punched out groans with each punctuated thrust. Merrick was surrounding him, the only thing that mattered, filling every sensation.
Logan felt Merrick’s sweat drip onto him as he chased his own staved off release. Then Merrick came, filling his hole as Merrick let out a deep exhale, turning into a moan at the end as he finished inside Logan. Merrick gave a few more slow, dragging thrusts as the tension started to leave his body above him.
Merrick leaned up, tracing his hands along Logan’s back, sending sparks of overstimulation straight to Logan’s cock. Merrick pulled out, holding onto Logan’s hips.
“Now, there’s a well-bred cunt if I’ve ever seen one,” Merrick said, his voice gravelly and completely wrecked. Merrick was spreading his cheeks and Logan could feel cum starting to drip out of him. Logan shivered, the words making his cock jump even though he felt completely spent.
Logan heard footsteps, felt what he assumed was Keegan’s pant leg brush against his thigh.
“Too bad we don’t have a plug to keep it all in,” Keegan said behind him.
Logan mustered up enough energy to speak. “Next time,” He whispered out.
He could practically hear Merrick’s pleased smile behind him. “Next time,” Merrick said, giving Logan a light swat on his ass.
Logan heard the rustling of clothing, the fastening of a belt buckle. “Keegan, get him cleaned up and bring him to my quarters so we can take care of him,” Merrick said.
Logan let out a pleased sigh before Keegan spoke.
“Yes, sir,” Keegan said as Merrick walked to the other side of the room. Logan heard the metal clink of knives being collected and fabric moving gently. He assumed Merrick had started gathering the supplies he had brought.
Keegan’s keys jingled behind him as he felt Keegan grab the cuffs and unlock them, pulling one of the metal cuffs off and freeing his hand.
Logan winced in pain, hissing as his shoulders were released, feeling the immediate burn in his shoulder muscles. Fuck, he was going to be sore in more ways than one tomorrow.
Keegan’s hands were on Logan’s shoulders instantly, rubbing along the muscles to try and alleviate some of the pain. Keegan’s strong hands felt so good, already easing some of the pain as he lay flat on the table.
Keegan chuckled as he started to melt under his hands. “C’mon Logan, let’s get you cleaned up. Merrick and I will take care of you, he gives way better massages than I do anyway.”
Logan let out a weak laugh, mustering the strength to move so he could head back to Merrick’s quarters.
Fuck, he never expected RTI training could be so satisfying.