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As the puzzle pieces began to slot together, things started to make sense.
Eddie fucks him every day for the next week, pushing in the plug afterward if they're not about to be on the job. It takes Buck a little while to realize that, at some point, he must have bought a bigger size of the same plug.
He's constantly sore, but in a good way, and so loose that Eddie can usually slide in with just some lube, the pleasant burn going straight to Buck's dick.
They don't talk about what happened; Eddie doesn't even mention Tommy. He goes to the basketball court as usual and returns at the normal time, which means he didn't go for drinks or food afterward.
Buck knows that his kink is not Eddie's kink, that that is probably why he elected Tommy's help in the first place, but they've been fucking more than ever — well, less hands and mouths than usual, more dick-in-ass — and that has made him start to think it affected Eddie more than he thought.
"Tommy is coming over for dinner tonight," Eddie says a few days later.
He's doing something on his laptop while Buck is folding laundry on the kitchen table. Standing up, because Eddie fucked him not even half an hour ago but didn't let him come, and now Buck has a half chub and the plug presses against his prostate if he moves a little too much.
Moving isn't a problem now because Buck freezes at Eddie's words, staring at him wide-eyed.
"Tommy?" he asks. "For dinner?"
Eddie's poker face is better than Buck ever thought; that's something he's certainly learned recently. All he does is nod and go back to what he's doing, seeming completely nonchalant.
Buck is pretty sure he can feel his heart beating faster. There is a certain implication there, right? Tommy coming over to their house, that has to mean something.
"Just dinner?"
It earns him a raised eyebrow. "He might stay for a beer after."
He has a distinct feeling he's being played, and it gets him a little nervous, but in a good way. That's fucked up, isn't it? Tonight might be more of last time, except this time he can see it coming, and all that idea does is make him go from half-hard to aching in his pants.
"I'll cook something nice for us," he says, already thinking of what they have in the fridge and freezer, and if he has time to make a trip to the store.
As the time for Tommy to arrive approaches, anticipation is coiling heavily in his gut. He's nervous and horny at the same time, perhaps a little scared, but he thinks that at this point it's been established that fear does it for him.
When the doorbell finally rings, he basically runs to the door, pausing for a moment to try to shake the nervous energy out of his limbs, then opening it.
"Uh, hi," he stutters out at the sight of the man he's only met once before on their doorstep, then somewhat jerkily stumbling aside to create space. "Please, come on in."
Tommy is pretty much the same height as Buck, and yet it still feels like he's being looked down on. The man emits a certain kind of dominance that Buck is sensitive to, aided by the memory of the last time they were in the same room together.
He's carrying a small duffel bag, which is a weird thing to bring to dinner at someone's house unless you're coming from somewhere else. Buck has a sneaking suspicion that is not the case.
What is tonight going to bring?
Tommy doesn't say anything, he just stares at him as he comes closer. A strong hand grasps him by the chin, holding Buck's head in place as Tommy studies his face.
He hums, then pulls away and walks past Buck and approaches Eddie, whispering something into Eddie's ear. They both look at him, and Buck's heart is beating a million miles a minute in his chest, his mouth dry.
"Babe, why don't you go check on the food and bring it out in a minute, alright?" Eddie asks.
Buck nods. He could use a moment to gather his bearings, so he goes back into the kitchen. At least their meal only needs some finishing touches.
When he brings it out, the table that had been set for three now only has two plates on it. One where Tommy sits, and next to him, one where Eddie is sitting.
Opposite them, there seems to be an array of items laid out, covered by a cloth. Buck is so focused on it, he almost trips on his own feet and drops the dish he's holding, but he catches himself just in time. The two men look up, their gazes feeling like they're piercing through him.
He puts it down on the table, unsure what comes next. Tommy leans forward a bit to look at the food, and if his expression is anything to go by, he approves. It fills Buck with a weird kind of satisfaction.
"Strip," Tommy says then, looking back up at him.
Buck's eyes widen, and he looks at Eddie, then back at Tommy. "I- what?"
Tommy gestures at Buck's body, looking much too bored considering what he's demanding.
"Take them off."
It's a demand, not a question. No 'please' or 'can you'. Buck looks at Eddie again, but his boyfriend merely nods. He starts to undo his shirt with trembling hands as Eddie fills his and Tommy's plates.
Buck's traitorous dick is already hard, and it takes everything in him not to cover himself with his hands after he takes off his pants. He folds everything quickly but neatly, putting it on the table next to the things that have been spread out on the tabletop.
When Buck gets to his underwear, he hesitates for a moment, unsure, but a pointed look from Tommy makes it clear that when he told him to strip, he really meant everything.
It's awkward to be naked in front of his boyfriend and the man who- the man that did things to him. Who is clearly going to do things to him again. Buck feels embarrassed for his erection.
Tommy gets up from his chair, rounding the table.
"Bend over," he says, tapping an empty spot on the table.
Buck awkwardly shifts on his feet and then steps forward and does as he's told, bending himself over the edge of the table. It puts his ass up in the air, right in Tommy's view. In this position, he can look Eddie in the eyes. His boyfriend seems intrigued as he looks on.
Just as he remembers, Tommy is in no way gentle or patient. He pulls out the plug with force, then shoves three lubed-up fingers into him.
At first, he expects Tommy to fuck him, but then there is a hard, flared bulb pressing against his rim, and Buck forces himself to relax as Tommy pushes an even larger plug into him. It settles inside him, the base of it snug between his cheeks.
He barely has time to get used to the feeling before Tommy is pulling him back and forcing him onto the chair. It jostles the plug inside of Buck, pressing almost painfully against his prostate, and he jumps and moans.
When Tommy reaches for his face, Buck flinches before he can stop himself, and it earns him a harsh slap across the face. Heat blooms across his cheek as tears spring into his eyes. He opens his mouth to protest, but there is a hook forced into the corner of his mouth and then another on the other side, forcing it open.
A third hook comes from above, put into both of his nostrils, and it pulls on his nose as the strap is tightened. Now, when Buck tries to say anything, it comes out as garbled noise.
Across the table, Eddie has his head propped up on his hand, gaze dark and heated. He's turned on, Buck realizes. Turned on by his friend doing this to his boyfriend.
He sits still as Tommy ties his arms behind the chair and his ankles to the back legs, forcing him to spread his legs about as wide as they will go. Then he wraps his hands around Buck's dick, startling a moan out of him, and drool drips past Buck's open lips down his chin.
Buck doesn't have to look down to recognize the feeling of a cock ring being put on him. That, plus the timing and the way he's being trussed up as if he's live entertainment, has him suspecting that he's in for a long, torturous evening.
He doesn't fully realize the extent of that until there is a silicone sleeve wrapped around his dick with a wand vibrator attached to it. When Buck squirms, Tommy harshly squeezes his balls, making him yelp in pain.
"You'd better enjoy this, because I have a present for you for after."
Blinking back tears, Buck sees how Tommy brings a small metal object into view. It's not until it's right in front of him that he recognizes it as a chastity cage. Sending Eddie a helpless look, he finds the man staring at the display with half-lidded eyes, one hand unmistakably down his pants.
Buck shakes his head, but Tommy very obviously doesn't care about his distress.
Headphones cover his ears, perfectly noise-cancelling, it seems. The world is tuned out instantly, but Buck doesn't know why, what Tommy’s plans are with him. Eddie is still watching with rapt attention.
Something enters his field of vision, close by, but he doesn't even have time to process what it is before his eyes are covered by it. It's not a blindfold, but much heavier. Straps encase his head over the ones already there, making them dig in almost painfully.
He doesn't have time to think about that, either, because light flashes in front of his eyes, and he realizes that it's a VR headset. The light is a screen, and it shows a familiar setting, one that he's been in before.
The basement.
Buck's heart beats fast in his chest as he takes it in. He hadn't realized there was a camera at the time, but he knew because Eddie told him he'd watched.
It shows about half the room, and the view shifts a little if he moves his head to the left or right. Not fully around, but enough that he can see both of the places he was fucked, as well as the mattress further away.
He's on that mattress, his self from two weeks ago lying unconscious. Buck squirms against his bonds, having a sneaking suspicion of where this is going.
As the version of him in the footage starts to wake up, a low buzzing spreads through his dick. The vibrator has been turned on.
He imagines Tommy and Eddie sitting across the table, eating the food Buck cooked while he is here, about to watch himself getting defiled.
Drool is dripping down his chin and landing on his chest, where it cools despite his heated skin. The room is cold enough that Buck can feel his nipples stiff and aching, but his dick doesn't seem affected by it, twitching from the vibrations stimulating it.
As Tommy stalks into the room and ends up dragging him over to where he fucked Buck's face, he starts to realize, with shame heating his cheeks, that his arousal isn't only a physical reaction to the toy.
----
"Doesn't he look pretty like this?" Tommy asks as he runs a hand up the back of Eddie's neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.
He's close enough that Eddie can feel his breath against his ear, hot and enticing. His voice is smooth and syrupy, sending a shiver down Eddie's spine. This is so bad, so wrong, but it turns him on so much.
Buck does look pretty, downright beautiful even.
"I asked you something."
Eddie gives a little nod, licking his lips as he tries to find his voice. His throat feels too dry, but he manages to croak out: "He does."
There is a flush spreading down Buck's chest, all the way from his cheeks and along his neck. His nipples are stiff, like they're begging for someone to put their mouth on them.
The chair is far enough back from the table that, from here, they have a good view of his cock and the way his thighs are already trembling. Something tells Eddie that if it weren't for the cock-ring, Buck would be orgasming within the next minute.
"What is he seeing?" he asks, embarrassed by how choked it comes out when Tommy chooses that exact moment to lick a long stripe along his neck.
This isn't something they'd discussed, him and Tommy doing anything together, but Eddie is helpless to stop him as Tommy's hand closes around where he has his own still in his pants.
"Right now? Just himself," Tommy whispers in his ear, and it takes a moment for Eddie to understand his meaning. "I thought it could be nice to refresh his memory a little, in case he doesn't fully remember how he sucked my cock and begged for me to split him open like a depraved bitch in heat."
It's not that Eddie is surprised that, rather than simply live-streaming the footage to him upstairs, Tommy had also recorded it. Another thing they hadn't talked about, but he's starting to realize that his friend is a lot more devious than he ever could have imagined.
For some reason, it doesn't bother him as much as he thinks it should.
Across the table, Buck's body sags in his restraints, and Eddie realizes that Tommy has turned the vibrator off with a remote. Even though Eddie can't see much of his face between the gag and the headset, he can read Buck's desperation in the way he squirms.
Tommy is fully intending to torture Buck, Eddie realizes. Where the ring fitting snugly around the base of his cock already makes it hard to orgasm, the remote allows the kind of edging that will drive him insane.
Will Tommy let him orgasm at all?
Eddie has a hard time finding it in himself to care about it when his hand is pulled away from his crotch and an even larger, calloused palm wraps around his erection.
He shivers at the feeling of teeth grazing his neck right where his pulse is, followed by a wet tongue. His hips jerk up into the hand on him, and Tommy's free hand roughly fists the hair on the back of his head.
"Don't be greedy," he murmurs. "You get what I give you."
A broken moan falls from Eddie's lips, and he doesn’t realize he’s closed his eyes until he has to force them open again. Across the table, Buck is squirming in his chair again.
Following his gaze, Tommy continues: "See? Look at your little whore of a boyfriend, he's taking it like a good boy. I don't hear any complaints, do you?"
The moans coming from Buck's open mouth are garbled and desperate, and there's honestly no way Eddie can figure out if they're from pleasure, distress, or both.
"Do you?"
His repetition of the words is accompanied by a tug on Eddie's hair and a more painful than pleasurable squeeze of his dick.
"No, no, I don't," he yelps, shaking his head.
The hand on his cock goes back to stroking him, a little rougher than he usually prefers but still so good, and so slowly that it's driving him a little insane.
"Come on, we shouldn't let a meal like this go to waste," Tommy says, pushing Eddie's plate closer to him before picking up his own fork. His other hand is still on Eddie's cock.
It's not a suggestion, Eddie knows that much, and he tries his best to eat without spilling food everywhere as he shudders with pleasure every time Tommy does this thing that Eddie will absolutely be copying for his next time jerking off.
It's a gorgeous sight, Buck flushed and drooling, shaking in his bonds, even if Eddie is only seeing it through half-lidded eyes, vision partially out of focus.
"Do you want to hear a little secret?" Tommy murmurs in his ear, breath ghosting over the shell of it. "I said he should enjoy it, but I never said he'd get to come."
Eddie groans, eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerk up into Tommy's hand. He'd seen the cage Tommy showed Buck, and he doesn't know why he finds it so hot, but it is.
It's something that should have been discussed beforehand, but he's so turned on he's beyond caring.
A cruel laugh rings in his ears. "You like that, don't you? Don't worry, though, you'll get to come."
By now, Eddie can feel his orgasm building. His hand with his fork is resting on the table, his plate only half empty. He tilts his head back, mouth falling open in a silent gasp.
It seems that despite his promise, Tommy does intend to torture him, because his hand slows down until it's nearly at a stop. Eddie lets out a frustrated groan, his hips attempting to move to get that pleasure back. Tommy doesn't let him.
“Just not yet,” Tommy whispers.
He has a feeling it's going to be a long evening.
---
Buck's jaw aches, and he's feeling overheated despite being able to feel the sweat cooling on his skin. The vibrations against his dick seem to shake his entire body, overstimulating him to the point of driving him insane.
Tommy can read him like a book, it seems, because every time he lets it build and build, until Buck is right at that edge of no return, and then he turns off the vibrator.
It's absolute torture. At this point, the pleasure is so overwhelming that he thinks he might pass out.
Before his eyes, the replay of his time in the basement still plays before his eyes. It's on its second play through, and while he's pretty sure it's been edited to be shorter than when it happened, he has no idea how much time has passed.
The intensity of the vibrator ramps up again, and another moan escapes him, loud in his own head with the headphones on, and his muscles tense against his bonds as more pleasure courses through him.
Before his eyes, he's lying bent over the bench, right before Tommy's return. He knows what's going to happen, has lived it as well as already seen it once.
The ring around the base of his cock is tight, but at this point, the pressure has built to a point that Buck is pretty sure that nothing can rein in his orgasm. As long as the vibrations continue just a little longer.
Of course, that means they don't, because Tommy is set on torturing him. Buck squirms in his seat, trying to press down onto the plug and get that stimulation that he needs.
It doesn't work, so he holds out hope for the vibrator, but it doesn't turn back on at all.
Instead, the headphones are taken off his head, followed by the headset, and he blinks against the sudden light. Tommy towers over him, it feels like, and Buck looks up at him with still tear-filled eyes.
"Enjoy yourself?" Tommy asks, a sadistic grin on his face.
He still looks put-together, almost deceptively so. Eddie, on the other hand, Buck realizes, is flushed and sweaty. Not as much as Buck is, but definitely affected. His shirt is half-open, and chances are his pants are as well.
That's about all Buck's brain has the energy to analyze right now, though his heart rate is finally going down as Tommy undoes his binds and the gag.
Buck finds that his limbs don't feel like cooperating right now, trembling when he even thinks of moving. There is a sound of metal, and then the sleeve around his cock is removed.
A shock of cold engulfs him, and he realizes it's ice, his erection shrinking as soon as it hits. He doesn't even have the energy to protest as the cage is slipped around him.
"Hmm, look at that," Tommy murmurs, still leaning over him and therefore close enough to his ear that Buck can hear him. "Isn't that pretty?"
Buck turns his head just enough to see, finding shiny steel wrapped around his cock, and if his cheeks weren't still flushed from the exertion, this surely would have made them go red.
Before he can say anything — if he could even get his tongue to work, heavy where it lies in his mouth — Tommy kisses him square on the mouth.
"Thanks for dinner," he says. "See you next time."
He realizes that, as he was processing the chastity cage being put in place, Tommy put the rest of the stuff back into his bag. He's gone before Buck fully realizes, though not before giving Eddie the same treatment of a forceful kiss.
Buck is still in a daze as Eddie helps him up from the chair, his knees wobbling.
"Are you okay?" Eddie asks.
Is he okay? Buck doesn't know. He's overwhelmed, much like the first time. As it was happening, he'd felt both violated and turned on, but now he simply feels wrung-out.
In the end, he nods.
When they reach the bathroom, he sits on the shower lid as Eddie removes most of the sweat with a damp washcloth.
"Are you hungry?"
He considers for a moment, then decides he probably can't even hold up a fork. The idea of chewing and swallowing sounds exhausting.
"No," he mutters. "I want to sleep."
The sheets feel nice and cold to his still-heated skin. Despite having pulled on boxer briefs that keep everything a bit encased, he is aware of the metal between his legs, but too exhausted to dwell on it any longer. The large plug is still inside him, and he feels it every time he shifts.
"We'll talk tomorrow," Eddie murmurs as he caresses Buck's hair. "Alright? You can rest now."
He doesn't have to be told twice.