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It’d been a god awful week. The ER was busy, as always, but somehow it felt worse. Summer heat had everyone acting out and patients were more combative than ever. Not to mention that the AC in the ER was barely keeping the place cool.
On top of all this, Dennis and his old men were pent up, frustrated, and unable to fuck about it.
See, Robby’s family had stopped by to visit, a rarity, and had been camping at his apartment. He’d been running around Pittsburgh entertaining them. Of course, Abbot and Dennis could hook up without him, but it wasn’t the same. Truly, it was Robby that needed the release.
For the days leading up to and including his family visiting, the man was irritable. Grumpy, even. His fuse was short, and he’d been quick to snap at his coworkers and patients alike. Honestly, Dennis was convinced there would be at least three HR reports coming his way after this.
So, Dennis was stressed. The air of annoyance around Robby was suffocating. He considered switching to night shifts just to escape it.
He smoked when he was stressed. Even if he knew it guaranteed a spanking from Robby and Abbot if they caught him. His stress levels had reached the point where he didn’t care about that, he needed nicotine.
That’s where Dana found him. Smoking a cigarette from a pack of Marlboros he’d stolen out of Langdon’s locker, hiding behind a wall outside of the entrance.
The charge nurse saddled up beside him, and held out her own cigarette. Dennis lit it with the lighter he always kept on him. Trinity had bedazzled it at the last girls night, and Dana smiled at the hot pink rhinestones on it.
They stood in silence for a moment. The smell of smoke and hospital filled his nose. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the summer sun beating down on him.
Dana breaks the quiet tranquility, “Robby’s being a brat.”
Dennis jolts a little at her words, caught off guard, “That’s not the word I’d use, but yeah.”
“Trust me, he’s being a brat,” she says, taking a hit of her cigarette, “I saw him snap at you.”
The memory of the morning comes back to him. Robby and him had a slight dispute on treatment plans for an OD after Dennis had stabilized them. A new study on ideal treatment for overdoses involving fentanyl had come to mind and he’d been determined to move forward with that treatment. Robby had been irate, and argued with him about it.
“Reading one study doesn’t make you a fucking expert, Whitaker” he’d snapped. Dennis recalls how heated his face had gotten, how fucking humiliating it’d been. He’d not realized that Dana had been watching them argue in the hallway.
Dennis sighs, exhaling smoke, “Okay, yeah, you’re right, he’s being a brat.”
“Have either of your old men told you about me and them?” she asks, and the question feels like it comes out of nowhere.
“Uh,” Dennis hesitates, because they did tell him about it, in detail. Dana had been a play partner, a long-term dom for both of them. Admittedly, he’d gotten a little aroused at the stories and barely can formulate coherent sentences when he thinks about it.
Dana waits, taking another pull off her cigarette. Dennis manages to respond with a weak, “Yeah, they did.”
“Given that reaction, you know the details I assume,” she says, way too casual for the topic, “Abbot and I have been discussing Robby’s behavior and think it might be good for me to pay him a little visit tonight. Put him in his place, ya know? I wanted to ask if you’d be comfortable with it?”
His brain makes the equivalent of a computer reboot noise. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, attempting to respond. Dana laughs at his face.
Once he pulls himself together, he speaks in a strained voice, “I assume the ‘no penetration’ rule is out the window if you join us.”
Dana cackles, and is still laughing as she responds, “Only between my strap and Robby. Abbot’s made it clear I won’t be fucking you, even if I think you’d look cute on my lap.”
“Christ,” he breathes out, flicking his butt to the ground and stomping it out, “You can’t just talk like that.”
“Oh, I think I can, pup,” she teases, the nickname falling from her lips with ease.
Dennis has to hold back a physical reaction to being called that, his body so conditioned to associate it with getting fucked. He pulls out another cigarette instead.
He lights it, takes a long drag, and asks the most important question of the day, “So, what’s the plan?”
Hours later, he’s freshly showered and changed into sweatpants and an old shirt of Robby’s. Dana picks him up while Abbot has Robby distracted and at dinner. Due to Robby’s habit of handing out spare keys like they’re candy, they easily get into his apartment.
Dana’s got an ominous black backpack. Dennis’ own has his essentials for staying the night. Well, mostly the essentials.
They move in silence, the plan already hashed out in detail. First, they haul in a chair to sit in the corner of the room, and they place a few water bottles from Robby’s fridge near it. They split off to their separate jobs after. He’s quick to rummage through Robby’s nightstand and pull out the lube and restraints hidden in there. Dana’s got a towel and is laying out the toys that are hidden in the other nightstand on top of it. Technically it's not Abbot’s, but he recognizes a vibrator that once lived at Abbot’s apartment so he's pretty sure the nightstand serves as Abbot’s storage here.
His phone buzzes in his pocket, Dana’s chiming at the same time. Dennis doesn’t even need to look at the text from Abbot to know what to do.
Dana shoots him a grin as he attempts to discreetly pull out the items needed from his bag, “Don’t act all shy, baby, I’ll be seeing it later anyways.”
“It’s more suspenseful if you wait,” he huffs, tucking the lacy fabric in his pocket.
Dana just laughs, and Dennis escapes into the attached bathroom. He’s got his pants and boxers off in seconds, cool tile under his bare feet. The sensation of the navy blue lacy thong sliding up his freshly shaven legs has goosebumps appearing on his skin. His dick is trying to harden as he tucks in into the scrap of lacy fabric, the tip poking out the top.
He pulls up his loose sweatpants, carefully tugging up the sides of the thong so that the lace edges peek out of the waistband.
When he returns to the bedroom, he sees that Dana’s got herself comfortable in the chair. She’s turned off the overhead light in favor of the two lamps on the nightstands. Somewhere she found and lit a candle and placed it on the window sill. The moody low lighting makes the whole room feel more intense, intoxicating.
“Lemme see,” she prompts, looking up from her phone.
Dennis pulls up the baggy shirt’s hemline, flashing the exposed lace. Dana moves quickly and snaps a pic of his pale stomach and waistband. He lets out an offended noise as he feels his phone buzz again.
“Sorry, doll, Jack requested it, and he’s suffered through an entire dinner with a bratty Robby,” she shrugs, unapologetic.
“He made me send him a video of me prepping before that, he’s just being a dirty old bastard,” Dennis huffs, completely unamused.
He does look at the picture Dana sent of him to the groupchat with him and Abbot. The low sensual lighting makes it look like something out of a porno mag. He has to begrudgingly admit that it’s a good photo.
Dana doesn’t let him linger, a well manicured hand pushes his hip, “Go lounge all sexy in the living room, Whitaker, we have a plan to enact.”
Dennis goes without responding back, it’s not worth it. No way in hell is he mouthing off to a woman that’s brought paddles with her.
Nervousness, arousal, and excitement have pooled in his gut as he lays out on Robby’s nice couch. He’d put on an old western he’s seen a thousand times to distract him from his emotions. Dennis strokes his stomach under his shirt in a soothing motion as he waits, the quiet movie keeping him focused.
The noise of the lock turning has his heart beat racing. As it opens, he hears the heated argument between Robby and Abbot. Both men walk into the apartment swiftly, and the door is shut and locked before Dennis can spot them from the living room. He hears them chuck their shoes off, still arguing.
Robby’s gesturing with his hands wildly, “I am not being a fucking brat, Jack!”
“Bitching and moaning the entire time I treat you to a nice dinner feels an awful lot like something a brat would do,” Abbot drawls out, voice frustrated.
Dennis has to bite his lip to not let out a laugh. They sound a little ridiculous.
“Well, Lord knows you paid for my meal just to get into my pants, you pig,” Robby snaps back, heated.
That gets him to exhale sharply through his nose. He’s interested in how Abbot will respond to that. And also in how soon either man will notice him.
“Really, Michael?” Abbot says slowly, “Watch yourself, you’ve been acting up all week.”
Robby scoffed, “Yeah, well, I am not taking my pants off for you to make up for it.”
Dennis really tries to hold back his joke, but they are practically standing in front of him without noticing him. He’s unable to stop the comment from leaving his mouth, “Damn, will you take them off for me instead?”
Robby and Abbot both whip their heads to stare down at him laying on the couch. He’s got the shirt bunched up a little, and he can see the exact moment they notice the lace. His cheeks heat, and he focuses his thoughts on the plan and not his personal desires.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” Robby asks, a little too annoyed for Dennis’ taste.
He sighs, rolling his eyes, “You gave me a spare key? Like the morning after we fucked for the first time?”
Robby blushes, obviously embarrassed at forgetting. Abbot scoffs beside him, “I’m going to the bathroom, we’ll continue our conversation later.”
Then he leaves them alone in the living room. Robby’s dark eyes return to the lace, and flicker back up to Dennis’ face. He knows immediately what to do.
Purposefully widening his eyes, he bats his lashes up at Robby, “Wanna fuck and make him watch?”
Robby pounces on him, walking fast to the other side of the couch and grabbing his face. Their mouths smash together harder than Dennis expected, but he plans accordingly. Tongues start exploring each other’s mouths immediately. Robby’s beard scratches his face but he ignores that in favor of kissing back.
Dennis starts to stand up, not breaking the heated kiss. He makes sure to lightly claw at Robby’s back under his shirt. The older man growls against his mouth, letting him know his plan is working.
He pulls back and tugs up Robby’s shirt, and Robby yanks it off in one smooth movement. Dennis doesn’t wait, and dives in again. They continue to kiss, sloppily and roughly.
It takes some careful maneuvering to get Robby to start moving. Dennis has to keep his mouth on his, making sure his eyes are shut so that he won’t spot Dana or Abbot. He gropes and grabs at Robby, raking his nails over his chest and back. For Robby’s part, he’s fully invested in tugging at Dennis’ oversized shirt. Large hands rubbing his skin, holding him by his neck.
Dennis cracks his eyes open to make sure he’s leading Robby to the edge of the bed. Once he gets the other man’s legs backed up to it, he shoves him away.
Robby lands on the bed with a noise of surprise. Dennis immediately pulls his shirt up and over his head, baring his skin to the other man’s heated gaze. Robby scoots further onto the bed, and Dennis clambers to sit on his lap. He pushes the man to lay flat, and smashes their lips together again.
Large hands grip his hips, and Dennis rolls them over Robby’s hardening length. A finger hooks in the lace, and snaps it back.
“Fuck, so hot, pup,” Robby growls, “Wear them to cheer me up?”
Dennis just whimpers and nods. He feels a little bad, lying by omission. It was Abbot that’d told him to wear them, it was Dana that had set up this whole scene. At least it all centered around Robby. Just not to cheer him up.
They continue to sloppily kiss as Dennis strains his ears to hear the shuffling steps of Abbot and Dana on the sides of the bed. He has to fight a grin when they snap out their arms and grab Robby’s hands, causing Robby to shout against Dennis’ mouth. Dennis is careful to keep his tongue in Robby’s mouth, his hands trailing through his chest hair as the others tie Robby’s hands to the headboard.
It’s Abbot’s hand tugging at his hair that gets him to pull back. The other man leans in and steals a kiss, taunting the now irate Robby beneath them.
“What the fuck? Why are you here, Dana?!” he shouts, clearly caught off guard, “What the fuck, Whitaker? Abbot?”
Abbot ignores him in favor of grabbing and yanking Dennis off Robby, muscles bulging as he lifts Dennis like he weighs nothing. It has Dennis whimpering, the display of strength sending all his blood to his dick.
Dana answers, and she grabs Robby’s hair in a tight grip, “You’ve been a very bad boy, Michael. Jack and Dennis here thought you needed a visit with me to fix your attitude.”
Robby whines, and Dennis thinks he can tell where Langdon gets his brattiness from, “I don’t need a fucking attitude adjustment, I need to get my dick wet.”
Dennis gasps, actually a little shocked at seeing his partner acting like this. Abbot chuckles a little and pulls him to the corner with the chair. He misses whatever Dana says, but catches her hand twisting Robby’s nipple harshly.
Abbot sits in the armchair they’d wedged in the corner, legs spread open. Dennis knew this was a part of the plan, but he was still blushing at the idea of it. He stands between his legs, and turns around so that they are both facing Robby. Abbot’s warm hands settle on his hips, toying with the exposed lace.
Dana works efficiently, hands striping Robby of his pants and underwear. All throughout, Robby is whining and wriggling. His hands remain restrained and he throws out snide comments.
“You love to make things worse for yourself, don’t you?” Dana asks, voice stern.
Abbot’s thumbs hook in the waistband of his sweats, just teasing him with their presence.
“Fuck you,” Robby spits out.
Dana sighs, like she’s just disappointed and not surprised by his foul language, “I was hoping you’d take your punishment like a good boy. Don’t know why I pretend you’ll behave like anything other than a little brat.”
Slowly, Abbot begins to tug down Dennis’ sweatpants. The cool air on his skin has his lips parting in a quiet gasp. He’d shaved, all smooth pale skin on display as he’s undressed by Abbot.
“But, look at our little puppy over there,” she continues, “All prepped and pretty. He’s a good boy, why can’t you follow his example?”
Robby’s dark eyes snap to Dennis. He tracks the movement of Abbot’s hands pulling off his pants with a feverish heat in his face. Once he’s done drinking in the view of the navy lace on Dennis’ skin, he looks back at Dana.
“Because I’m not a whiny little princess like him,” he says, brattiness making him mean.
Dennis whines at his rude comment, immediately proving him right.
“Be honest, Robby,” Dana says, throwing his clothes to the side and walking to the nightstand with all the toys, “Tell me how much you like his panties.”
Robby growls, and his eyes are back on Dennis, “I love them, wanna tear them off with my teeth. Like the way they look against his skin, fuck. Not fair that Jack gets to touch and I can’t.”
Dana sighs, picking up some metal nipple clamps, “Can’t stop yourself from complaining, even with a pretty boy in lace in front of you.”
All this dirty talk about him has Dennis flushed. His blush is down to his chest, red and hot. Abbot’s hand is groping his dick over the lace, his tip poking out fully and leaking.
Abbot distracts him with his motions. Dennis spots him uncapping a bottle of lube out of the corner of his eye. Rustling behind him lets him know that Abbot’s pulled out his cock and is lubing himself up.
A moment later and slick fingers are worming their way under the lace to tease his loose rim. They push in easily, making him moan. He’s barely able to keep his eyes open to watch as Dana teases and pinches Robby’s nipples. The older man writhes and whines, fighting the pleasure the whole time.
“Good boy, your little prep video had me hard as a rock driving to pick up the brat,” Abbot says huskily, fingers making sure he’s stretched out enough.
Soon enough, Abbot’s taking out his fingers and pulling the thong to the side. His other hand guides him to sit on his hard cock. Dennis lets out a moan when he starts to sink down on the thick length.
“Come on!” Robby whines from the bed, “I deserve to touch him!”
Dana clamps his nipple harshly, and grabs his face, “No, you don’t deserve anything after behaving like a fucking brat all week.”
Dennis focuses on getting settled on the cock inside of him, pulling up his legs to sit more comfortably in Abbot’s lap. He purposefully clenches around Abbot as he leans back, drawing out a low moan from the other man.
His hand comes up to hold his throat, not tight enough to choke him, but enough to make him whimper. Abbot growls into his ear, “Behave, puppy, you’re just keeping it warm.”
He nods, feeling stuffed full. It’s hard not to squirm. Especially when Abbot’s cock is pressing against his prostate. Abbot winds a muscular arm around his stomach to hold him in place. The hand on his throat doesn’t move, and Dennis forces himself to relax.
Robby is being straddled by Dana, who’s holding the chain connecting the clamps in one hand, and a leather paddle with a heart on it in the other. She gives the chain a tug, and brings the paddle down on Robby’s left pec. Dennis is a little awestruck at the ease she dominates the large man. The noise of the hit has Dennis flushing, dick straining against the lacy fabric.
“I’m not counting! Fuck off!” Robby spits out, and Dennis would believe he wasn’t enjoying it if it wasn’t for the obvious erection he was sporting.
Dana scoffs, and brings down the paddle on his other pec, “Didn’t even ask you to count, brat, this is just the warmup.”
Robby bucks his hips up at the hit, and Dana brings the paddle down to strike at his hip, tugging the chain harshly. It gets Robby to moan, but he’s still fighting it.
The pair continues like this for a few more moments, before Dana gets off his stomach. She strips off her shirt, leaving her in a simple black bra and her shorts. Quickly she grabs a cock ring, lube, and switches out the paddle for one with ‘XOXO’ written on the leather. This one is slightly larger.
Merely looking at it has Dennis’ hips jerking unconsciously, dick wet and hard. Abbot’s hand tightens ever so slightly around his throat, a reminder to stay still.
“You think a little cock ring is gonna make me behave, Dana?” Robby snaps, chest heaving as he breathes. It makes the nipple clamps glimmer in the low lighting.
Dana settles herself in between his legs, hands teasing at his long cock, “Oh, you’ll be so lucky if we let you come at all tonight. I knew I should’ve had Jack bring the cage.”
And with that she’s sliding the metal cock ring on, it looks almost painful, but Dennis knows that Robby’s not even fully hard yet. The man lets out a hiss at the sensation, and his cock jumps in Dana’s hands.
“Now, you’re going to let me open you up, without moving your hips,” Dana says, voice stern, “Everytime those hips jerk, I’ll paddle your ass.”
Robby seems to love picking fights he’s destined to lose because he snarks back, “Ooo, how scary, whatever will I do?”
The paddle comes down on the back of his thigh with a deafening crack. Dennis can see the red mark left behind from his place on Abbot’s lap, can tell how hard the hit was. Robby moans, but tugs at his restraints instead of bucking up his hips.
“Cry, most likely, knowing you,” Dana snaps, and hits his other thigh with similar force.
Dennis watches as Robby’s dick twitches, sees how he grips at the restraints tying him to the headboard. The man is enjoying this process. Maybe he’s enjoying it too much, it is supposed to be a punishment after all.
Danna cracks open the lube, and Dennis wishes he could move a little closer to see her stretching out Robby better. Abbot seems to share his thoughts and grumbles out, “He’s so cute when he starts to react to his ass being opened up.”
“Really?” Dennis breathes out, mind preoccupied with filling in the blanks before him.
“Yeah, it’s like watching a cookie crumble in your hand, just as nice to taste,” Abbot says, voice dripping with desire.
His cock twitches inside of Dennis, stimulating his prostate just enough to make him jolt at the unexpected sensation. He can’t stop his hips from jerking involuntarily. The hand around his throat squeezes, and Abbot tightens his hold on his abdomen.
“What did I say?” Abbot growls, letting his hand on his stomach creep up to twist Dennis’ nipple.
Dennis moans, desperate and needy, but it’s overshadowed by another crack of the paddle against Robby’s skin. He barely keeps his hips from shifting, muscles tense.
“J-just to warm you,” he pants, and decides that honesty is the best policy, “It feels really good, I couldn’t control myself, sir.”
“Aw, is the little puppy getting off just from sitting on my cock? From watching Dana and Robby?” Abbot teases, a tad meanly.
Dennis whines, blush spreading to his chest at being called out, “I-It’s hot, and your cock is so big inside of me, sir.”
“You’re too cute,” Abbot groans, his cock twitching inside of him again, “Don’t do it again.”
“Sorry, sir, I’ll be good I swear,” Dennis says, desperate to prove himself.
At the same time, another crack echoes in the bedroom. The perfect dichotomy between Robby and Dennis submitting, one fighting back with a bit out “Harder!” and one promising to behave.
Dana’s thrusting her fingers in and out of Robby, slowly and far more gentle than Dennis expected. Robby’s face and chest are flushed under all his hair, and Dennis realizes that being soft is torture on the man. He’s whining, fighting his restraints, wriggling his hips when Danna leisurely pulls her fingers back, pushing in with slow, purposeful movements.
It has Dennis panting, open mouthed as he just watches in awe. Dana plays Robby’s body like a fiddle. The clear history there is shown in the ease of which Dana presses, hits, and teases all of Robby’s most sensitive spots.
The two exchange filthy dirty talk as Dana keeps thrusting her fingers in and out. More hits from the paddle as Robby clearly gets close to coming despite the cock ring. The denied orgasm has Robby whining, shooting out mean comments.
Eventually, Dana pulls her fingers out with a wet noise and a moan from Robby. She’s methodical as she puts the paddle on the nightstand, wiping her hand as she goes. Dennis sees her pick up two plugs, and then she’s walking towards them.
He has to fight the urge not to squirm when her heated gaze falls on him, eyes lingering on how Abbot’s hands grip him, on his leaking cock sticking out of the top of his panties. She holds out the two plugs in her hands. One is simple, black and larger than any Dennis has personally used. The other is one that he knows Robby probably bought to use on him, silver with a little blue jewel on the base. It’s a little smaller than the other, so it wouldn't be as much of a stretch.
“Choose, baby,” Dana orders, gentle but no less intense.
Robby whines from the bed, “Why does he get to choose?!”
Dana shoots him a disapproving look over her shoulder, “Because he’s a good boy, unlike you.”
Dennis watches this with rapt attention, and he finds himself feeling a little vindictive. Robby has been a brat, had snapped at him at work, hell, he’d been throwing out petty insults all night. He lifts the arm not trapped by Abbot’s arm and points at the jeweled plug.
“Good pick, pup,” she says, winking at him.
His face is hot, and he can’t tell if it's from having her attention on him or if it was the praise. Probably both.
She saunters over to return the black plug, and lube up the jeweled one. When she settles back between Robby’s legs, she’s quick to work in the plug. Robby moans and writhes on the bed, hands still constrained.
“Fuck,” Robby whines out, “I need to come.”
Dana pinches his thigh, drawing out another whine, “Not until we’ve all come as much as we want, and then it’s only if you’ve fixed that attitude of yours.”
Abbot shifts, moving his cock inside of Dennis enough to have him moan aloud. He barely holds his hips in place. Dana looks past him to make eye contact with Abbot, then Abbot is moving even more. Hands lifting him up and off his cock. Dennis whines at the loss of it, but Abbot is quick to get his weak legs moving to the bed.
“You’re gonna get to use Robby to come, puppy, don’t start complaining now,” he says directly in Dennis’ ear, his stubble tickling his lobe.
They walk towards the bed as one unit. Dennis is grateful for it, his legs wobble as they move.
Robby is keening, whining, and begging Dana to let his hands out so he can touch Dennis. The blonde woman tugs at the chain connecting the clamps cruelly, making him whine in a different way.
Dennis is helped up and over Robby by Abbot’s rough hands on him. He’s forced to spread his legs wide to fit them around Robby’s larger form. The man’s hips buck up immediately, jostling Dennis as he straddles him. His hard cock pressed into Dennis’ ass, desperate for friction. His own dick is leaking precome all over the lacy thong he’s still wearing, red and hard.
Dana tugs the chain as Abbot’s hands snap to Robby’s hips to keep him still. Dana laughs at Robby a little meanly, “Oh, you don’t get to do that, not after you’ve been so mean to our pretty puppy.”
“He’s going to ride you until he comes, at least twice, as an apology for your treatment of him,” Abbot cuts in, and then turns to Dennis, “Let me know when it feels like he’s close to coming.”
Dennis nods, a little dumbfounded at the turn of events. He was aware that he’d be fucking Robby, just not that he’d be treating his dick like his own personal dildo. The thought turns him on though, and he’s quick to reach behind him to guide the large cock into his already stretched out hole. His other hand moves the thong to the side, giving him access to press the head of it against his rim.
Abbot’s hands leave Robby’s hips, but Dana stays standing and tugging at the chain. Dennis waits until she’s just given it a particularly vicious tug to begin sinking down on Robby’s dick.
He tries to go slowly, but his already shaking legs are unable to hold him up for very long. It means he’s halfway down the lengthy cock before he’s fully ready. Dennis moans, strangled and punched out at the sudden intrusion. He feels Robby in this stomach already, and he recalls how his belly bulges out with his cock. The memory makes him sink down fully, the drag of the cock on his prostate making him moan even more.
Dennis stays there for a moment, catching his breath in heavy pants. He puts his hands on Robby’s soft stomach in preparation to start bouncing, something that has Robby’s eyes frantically looking over him.
Robby’s mouth keeps running, and he’s not letting up on being a brat, “This is unfair, I wasn’t even that mean to him!”
Dana tugs the chain, and snaps at him sternly, “He was smoking just to get away from you, brat.”
He takes the opportunity to lift himself up, using his hands as leverage. It makes both him and Robby whimper, pleasure washing over them. Dennis doesn’t wait and sets a slow pace as he rides Robby.
The slap of skin on skin, of his moans and Robby’s whines, fills the room. Dennis is going to come quickly, at least this first time. He doesn’t try to speed up his bounces. Instead, he makes sure to clench down on the cock inside of him, pressing against his prostate hard enough to make his dick jump.
Robby complains, as he seems dead set on doing tonight. He whines about how slow Dennis is going, about how mean Dana was being, about how Abbot should untie his hands. It means Dana’s attention is on Robby, torturing his poor nipples and pinching his sensitive skin.
Dennis works up a sweat, pale skin covered in a sheen as he bounces. Each drag of Robby cock over his prostate has him moaning and mewling. It’s not long before he’s coming, his spend coating his stomach and thong.
Robby’s cock twitches inside of him, familiar enough to let Dennis know he’s close to coming himself. Weak and fucked out, he whimpers “He’s close, sir.”
Before Abbot can do anything, Robby bucks his hips up, desperately chasing his own release. It has Dennis whining out from overstimulation.
Abbot’s hands snap to grab Dennis, and he pulls him up and off Robby’s cock with ease. His strength has Dennis’ spent dick twitching. He feels a bit like a fuckdoll that they’re edging Robby with. It makes his head spin pleasantly, the idea of being a useful tool in wrecking the older man.
“Fuck! Come on!” Robby shouts, frustrated. Dennis can spot tears building up in his eyes. His face is red and sweat is covering his forehead, dampening his hair.
Dana has gotten out one of the leather paddles again and delivers a swat to the top of one of Robby’s thighs. He shouts again, wordless, but clearly upset at being denied.
“God, what will we do with you,” Dana snaps, “Insatiable, unapologetic brat.”
Abbot’s still holding Dennis up, arm under his knees, and Dennis’ arms looped around his neck, as he continues where Dana left off, “Our little puppy here deserves his reward after dealing with you all week, and you deserve to be put in your place, brat.”
“Not fair,” Robby whines, tears streaking down his face, “I want to come too.”
“Couldn’t tell from how you’re acting,” Dana cuts off his whining, “All I see is a brat that doesn’t deserve to come, and a little puppy that deserves to come as much as he wants.”
Robby tosses his head back and lets out a choked, “Please!”
Abbot starts to lower Dennis, and he tries to get his shaking legs to cooperate. His head’s kinda floaty, his orgasm has him out of it. He’s back straddling Robby’s hips, all while the older man whines under him.
Abbot’s hands linger on Robby’s hip, holding him back from bucking up, but when he speaks he looks at Dennis directly, “Get back on puppy, make yourself come again.”
Dennis nods, and with weak hands he puts in Robby’s cock again. Dana moves to the other side of the bed, her hands coming to hold down Robby’s other hip. It was smart, because as Dennis sinks back down Robby tries to thrust up again.
A whimper escapes him as he is fully seated. His stomach bulges out as always when Robby’s this deep inside of him, and he knows he’s not going to be able to ride him properly. He starts to grind down, keeping one hand on Robby’s stomach and his other wrapped around his own dick. His hand jerks himself off in his panties at a slow pace, matching how he rocks back and forth on the large cock inside of him.
Dana lets out a gasp from his side, and one of her hands is on his stomach, touching the bump that is Robby’s cock pressing his inner walls. It’s gentle, barely there, but has him and Robby moaning all the same.
He can feel the prevented thrust, hears Abbot admonishing Robby, but he remains focused on the pleasure. Dana’s hand presses down harder, and he’s squirming and moaning from the sensation.
“Christ, Jack, were you gonna tell me about this? How our pup can barely fit him in?” she asks, and meanly presses down on the bump again.
Robby lets out a strangled moan, tears running down his face. His hips try to jerk up but are thwarted by Abbot and Dana’s hold on them.
“Thought you’d appreciate the surprise,” Abbot says, smug.
Dana hums, pleased. Dennis is trying to focus on coming, on riding Robby, but the pleasure is overwhelming. Dana presses down again, but holds her hand there for longer. It’s enough to make his head fill with white noise and his mouth to start running. Dennis babbles about how good it feels, how much he loves Robby’s cock splitting him open, how he likes being a good puppy for Abbot and Dana.
At some point, he even mentions how he loves being their pretty toy. That gets Robby to growl out a response of, “Such a good little princess, all cute and tight, fuck, I need to come.”
Dana pinches his skin, “You’re not coming until me or Jack is inside of you, brat.”
Robby’s dick twitches inside of him, making Dennis moan loudly. He’s barely even riding Robby at this point, essentially just grinding down on him. His hand working up and down his dick has stilled, now he’s just riding the waves of pleasure.
Abbot notices this, and his own hand, larger and rougher, works its way into his thong. He swats away Dennis’ own hand and wraps his hand around Dennis’ dick. Abbot starts jerking him off immediately, fast and rough.
The feeling of Abbot’s hand on his dick, of Robby’s cock splitting him open, and Dana’s hand pressing on his stomach, all has Dennis tipping over the edge. He comes with a loud moan, thoroughly ruining his thong.
Not waiting for him to finish coming, Abbot pulls him up and off Robby. Dennis whines and squirms in his strong arms as he is lifted, not quite over the aftershocks of his orgasm.
His head is all fuzzy and he clutches at the shirt that Abbot has somehow kept on throughout all the action. He tries to pull it off mindlessly, wanting to touch his skin. Abbot ignores him, instead he plops down in the armchair with Dennis in his lap. All lanky limbs and clammy skin, Dennis barely fits. Abbot adjusts him slightly, and pulls off his own shirt with one hand. His mind clears for just a moment to admire how impressive the move was. Then the tv static returns, and he nuzzles up to Abbot’s chest. His cheek presses against his bare skin, and he lets out a little content sigh.
Abbot pets his hair, holds him as he calms down from two back-to-back orgasms. He hears Dana moving around, hears her and Robby verbally sparring. It was nice, a break in the events.
When Robby lets out a loud moan, he opens his eyes again, and is treated to the sight of Dana fucking him with a strap-on. The older woman was topless, plump breasts moving with her every thrust. She’d kept her simple black underwear on, but her harness straps accentuated her ass nicely.
She fucks him without mercy, hips snapping against Robby’s ass. The older man was moaning, writhing on the bed in pleasure. His face is tearstained and red. The clamps on his nipples jiggle with every thrust, likely pulling on the sensitive skin there.
It was the sight of the dildo itself that had Dennis let out a small giggle, one that had Abbot nipping at his ear, questioning. He whispers, not wanting to have Robby act out anymore, “It’s such a cute color!”
Abbot chuckles lowly, “Dana made Robby pick it out, and he chose the baby blue. She calls it ‘The Attending’ sometimes.”
“Oh my god,” Dennis whispers excitedly, watching as Dana stilled her hips to deny Robby an orgasm, “And he lets her?”
“I don’t think Michael or I let Dana do anything. I think she just does it and we follow along,” Abbot says, humor clear in his voice.
Dennis keeps his eyes on the events before them, on Robby’s scrunched up face as Dana starts fucking him again. He nods a little, and speaks quietly, “I think I’d follow her through hell if she looked at me intensely enough.”
That actually gets Abbot to laugh, jostling Dennis in his place on his chest. Robby whines, and he catches Dana whispering about how they are laughing at Robby still trying to be a brat.
It’s impressive. Dana isn’t even looking at them but she keeps full control of the room. At no point does Dennis doubt her authority. Clearly, Abbot and Robby don’t.
Abbot decides he likes Robby’s reaction, and he shoots off a little snide comment, “Pathetic, squirming on Dana’s cock and still trying to be a brat.”
“No!” Robby moans out, “Not a brat, I swear!”
Dennis looks over at Abbot, asking for permission silently. Abbot nods, a cruel grin decorating his face at the question. Dennis has to fight off the heat rising to his cheeks as he taunts Robby, “I got to come, Robby, maybe if you stopped being such a brat you could come too…”
That gets Robby to let out a wrecked sob, Dana snapping her hips particularly hard, “I want to be good, I want to come!”
Those seem to be the magic words, because they have Dana and Abbot moving at once. Dennis gets deposited on the chair as Abbot gets up. He throws Dennis a blanket before he begins to strip off his pants. Dennis takes the time to pull off his thong, discarding it on the floor. The drying come was making it tacky and stiff.
His attention moves to Dana, where she’s unhooking her strap, yanking off her underwear once it was fully off. She’s got a cute trimmed landing strip. He makes a mental note to ask what she uses to shave.
Robby is half panting, half sobbing in anticipation as the two move around the room. Dana gets on the bed, and swings a leg over his head. She grins, satisfied and cruelly, and hovers above his face, “We aren’t letting you come until you make me and Jack come first, okay? Then, you can, but it has to be untouched.”
“Yes, please, let me taste you, ma’am,” Robby pleads, voice rough and needy.
Dennis is a little shocked at the turnaround in behavior. Maybe the taunting was enough to finally get Robby in the right mindset? All he knew was that he’d have tapped out much earlier than the older man. It’s not like he’d even be capable of reaching this level of brattiness. The floaty, fuzzy feeling that came from submitting without a fight was addicting to Dennis.
Watching as Dana lowered herself down to Robby’s awaiting mouth did have him questioning if he’d be able to hold that much power in the bedroom. To call the shots even as you take your own pleasure.
Dana moans, prettily as she does everything. Dennis flushes at the memory of Robby using his tongue on him, and knows that it’s a great experience.
Abbot finally settles between Robby’s legs, having taken his sweet time to strip and lube up his cock. The metal of his prosthetic leg glints in the low light. Dennis admires his muscular form as the shadows cut across his defined arms and legs. He’s got cute freckles and moles scattered about, Dennis recalls how it feels to lick that beautiful skin.
He barely hears Robby’s muffled moan as Abbot enters him. Dennis, all tucked up in a ball on the chair, blanket over his nude form, feels a bit like a pervert watching a porno in a theatre. He kinda wishes he had popcorn.
Dana moans, throwing her head back at Robby’s ministrations. Dennis’ gaze slides over her blissful expression, to her breasts, to her stomach. She’s beautiful, and Dennis mourns not getting the chance to be the one under her.
Abbot’s hips snap against Robby’s ass, hard and fast. He’s groaning, moaning out compliments and taunting Robby in the same breath. He watches as Abbot fucks Robby with a fervor. He’s not convinced that Abbot’s just taking out his annoyance with Robby on his hole. It feels more than just rough sex.
The room filled with tension, emotions flooding from the others as they fuck. It’s clear to Dennis that this is not the first time they’ve fucked, let alone the first time they’ve fucked out their emotions. He thinks back to some god awful shifts, ones where he’d been convinced everyone was going to murder each other. He wonders how many times they’d fucked after. There’s some lovely mental images that come to mind, filling his head with way too many thoughts and his dick with too much blood.
He pulls himself out of it as Dana grinds her hips down on Robby’s face with a moaned, “Fuck, keep going!”
Truly, it’s a privilege to witness this. To watch as she comes undone on Robby’s face, to see her still snap out orders and get them obeyed like she does at work. It has him in awe, when she finally comes, lifting up on shaky legs.
“So good, you did so good,” she coos, and pulls Robby’s short hair, “Now, let Jack use you and you can come.”
Robby wails as Jack speeds up at her words. Dana swings back off Robby and the bed and approaches him in his chair. He wordlessly opens the blanket, but Dana is quick to tug him off the chair so she can sit down.
She pulls him and his blanket to sit on her lap. Their bare skin is touching, and he can smell her floral perfume under all the sweat. He feels like a little kid. It’s not a bad feeling, laying on her bare chest as she strokes his hair. There’s warm fuzzy feelings at the aftercare, at being able to provide comfort as Dana comes down from the whole experience.
They watch Jack fuck Robby to tears in silence. The noise of Robby’s sobs and skin slapping against skin fills the room. He’s concerned about the headboard bumping the wall and getting a noise complaint, but he’s too enraptured by the scene in front of him to care.
“God, you feel so good, why can’t you be this nice all the time?” Abbot growls out, hips not pausing in their rough thrusts.
Robby moans wetly, “I can! I can be good for you, sir!”
Abbot snaps his hips against Robby’s ass hard. It makes his skin ripple, the intense thrust sending Robby into a shout of pleasure.
“Doubtful, but I’ll love you despite your brattiness,” Abbot says.
The words send a shiver through Dennis. They didn’t really admit their feelings aloud, or least Abbot and Robby didn’t. He was more than aware that he loved them at this point, loved them at their lowest, meanest, and at their best, kindest. Something about the moment has him struggling to breath, but Dana’s hand in his hair grounds him.
Then, Abbot’s hips stutter, and he lets out a groan.
Even in the throes of his orgasm, he’s got the mental capacity to unclamp the nipple clamps, to take off the restricting cock ring on Robby. The other man comes almost instantly after the cock ring is removed, making a complete mess of his stomach and chest.
Abbot coos and caresses him, the two men sharing a moment as they come down from their orgasms. Robby’s choking out quiet little sobs. Abbot’s steady as he pulls out and reaches forward to untie his bound hands.
They all stay where they are for a moment, basking in the afterglow as a group. Dennis feels his eyes getting heavier as he waits for someone to say something. At some point, they close. His ear is on Dana’s chest, her steady heartbeat lulling him to a light sleep. He’s curled up in a ball in her lap, blanket keeping him warm and cozy. Her hand in his hair never stops stroking it, and he’s blissfully unaware of the world around him.
Slowly, voices talk around him, and sounds of fabric rustling start up. There’s a moment or two where Dana’s chest vibrates as she speaks. It should have him waking up, but instead it soothes him into a deeper sleep.
It is only when someone is pulling him off her lap that he returns to consciousness. He reaches out for the warm, soft body that he’s being taken away from with a whine.
Dana chuckles quietly, “Aw, poor puppy wants me and not you Jack.”
“He can sleep with you in the guest room after we wipe him down,” Abbot’s voice rumbles. It explains why he’s being lifted with such ease.
Dennis stays in that half-sleep state as he’s laid on the bed. Robby’s warm body curls around him instantly, his large hands touching him. A wet washcloth touches his skin, and Dennis whines, turning his head to tuck it under Robby’s neck.
Robby kisses his head, and whispers softly, “Sorry for being a dick. I do care about you, little mouse, thank you for sticking with me.”
“I’d stick with you through the pits of hell,” Dennis mumbles into his neck, “Love you both too much to not.”
Robby inhales sharply, and the washcloth pauses in wiping him down. Then, with a content sigh, Robby responds, “We love you too, mouse.”
Then Dennis falls just a little deeper into the unconscious world. The washcloth finishes up, and Robby plants a few more kisses on his face and hair. When he’s picked up again, he doesn’t even protest, too tired to care. It’s only as Abbot walks him out of the bedroom that he even says anything.
“Dana?” he mumbles into Abbot’s chest.
Abbot laughs, jostling him a little, “Yes, puppy, I am taking you to your Dana.”
Dennis nods, “I like Dana.”
“I can tell,” Abbot says, voice bordering on teasing.
With his eyes closed, he doesn’t see the smile on the man’s face, but he can sense it. They make it to the guest room easily enough, and soon Dennis is being set down on the bed. Dana helps to tuck him in, her hands warm and soft. Abbot kisses his head, and leaves, likely to return to Robby.
Dennis melts into the feeling of the comfortable mattress under him, of the scent that’s purely Dana. One of her arms tugs his back flush to her chest. Then, he’s drifting off to the clouds, to dreams of the big blue sky and wide prairies.
Going into work with the knowledge you woke up naked next to the charge nurse over the weekend was a little awkward. Mostly because he was not sure what would be different when he finally arrived.
Santos and him carpooled, as they always did when he actually slept at their apartment. They bickered over Trinity’s shitty music taste and if the breakfast he’d made this morning was good or not.
When he walks in, dropping off his stuff at his locker, he expects the notes he finds. His old men and him had kept up with swapping their cheesy little love notes back and forth. What he was not expecting was the third note, written on a folded up pink post-it. The handwriting was familiar.
Jack and Michael want me to take you shopping soon. You gonna let me pick out the next pair of panties, puppy?
It’s signed with a heart, and Dana’s obnoxiously large signature. Dennis sputters, face flushing, and tries to ignore how it makes his heart beat faster. He’s reading over Abbot and Robby’s notes and formulating his responses as he gets changed into his scrubs.
He’s understandably distracted as they do morning rounds. It feels like Dana is staring at him, and only him, when she talks. Dennis pulls himself together enough to chug a cup of coffee and greet everyone.
All his hard work is ruined when Dana slides her chair over to where he’s standing, looking at the board of patients, “Looking well rested, pup.”
The use of the nickname has him blushing fiercely. She smiles at him knowingly. Perlah and Princess glance over at them, Dennis’ reaction was interesting enough he knows they’ll gossip about it to the others. He considers his options, and decides he might as well go nuclear.
He leans over the desk, and smiles, “Couldn’t have slept better this weekend, my bed partner was just so nice.”
Dana laughs, and he sees Perlah and Princess exchange a shocked look. At least he’s still keeping his coworkers on their toes.