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Chuck is fast asleep. He doesn't even twitch when Rich pokes him in the cheek, and then in the ribs.

"Okay," Rich murmurs, nerving himself up, "okay." He pulls the covers off and gets Chuck naked, half expecting him to wake up with all the manhandling, however gentle Rich tries to be. The stuff Liam gave him for this little endeavor really works, though, Chuck's eyelashes don't even flutter.

Then he's spread out on the bed, long freckled limbs splayed and inviting. Rich bites his lip and gives in, starts touching.

Chuck doesn't move or make a sound when Rich pinches and tugs his nipples, but his dick slowly flushes, and by the time Rich is finished stroking Chuck's lips and nipples and playing with his balls, his dick, at least, is fully awake. Rich gives it a friendly greeting, teasing under the head until the first drops of precome are spilling down.

Then Rich checks the time. According to Liam, he's got about fifteen more minutes, maybe twenty, before the stuff wears off. Perfect.

Snapping on a sanitary glove, Rich slicks up his fingers and takes his sweet time working Chuck open. It's a little weird to be doing it without the familiar moans and stifled whimpers, the shaky breathing and the way Chuck's muscles flex and quiver around his fingers, but Chuck's dick twitches every time Rich rubs over his prostate, and he opens up nice and easy.

It’d be fun to stretch him enough that he can take Rich's dick, let him wake up to being fucked, but Chuck is a lot more enthusiastic about getting that particular dick in his mouth than his ass. Rich treasures the time or two a year he gets to fuck Chuck, and saves it for Liam the rest of the time. And this whole thing is about Chuck anyway, not Rich. So Rich slicks up a nice plug instead and slides that into him before pulling off the glove.

Chuck's just beginning to frown faintly in his sleep, cheeks flushed, his breath getting less even, when Rich wraps a hand around Chuck's red, dripping dick and starts to stroke. Chuck's breath hitches and he makes a soft, sleepy little noise.

Rich bites his lip, chest aching at how vulnerable the guy is right now, how crazy it is that he'd willingly give himself into Rich's hands like this. He trusts Rich, and Rich is absolutely not gonna fuck it up.

Rich keeps going, quick and steady, and Chuck groans and rolls his head on the pillow, fighting the last of the drug to struggle awake. By the time his eyelids flutter and drag open, his hips are jerking, the muscles in his belly and thighs twitching, and he barely manages to focus on Rich's face before a breathy moan comes out of him, his hips roll and he's coming.

"Fuck," he mumbles when he's subsided into the occasional shiver. His blue eyes are wide and dazed on Rich's face, and it puts a hot thrill in Rich's gut, something triumphant and tender in his chest.

"Morning, baby boy," he says, grinning, and leans down for a kiss.

Chuck kisses back clumsily, giving a shaky little groan when Rich pulls back. "Mmmorning," he gasps, "fuck, dude…"

"Good day already, huh?" Rich says smugly. "It's gonna get better, too. C'mon, out of bed, we're going for a walk!"

Chuck gives him a suspicious look but gets up anyway, movement twitchy and halting with the plug in him, pulls on clothes—

"No, leave them like that," Rich orders when Chuck goes to fasten up his pants, and Chuck turns pink.

"You want me to leave my cubicle with my pants open?!"

"Oh, babe," Rich says, leaning in to nuzzle at his jaw, "by the end of the day you're barely even gonna care if you're standing butt-naked out in the aisle."

Chuck squeaks very quietly, flushing darker. "Oh my god," he mumbles, and obediently leaves them open while he paws his hair into some kind of order and takes a drink of water. Then he licks his lips. "Okay," he says, looking half breathlessly anticipatory and half very nervous.

Rich inspects him thoughtfully, tugs his pants a little wider open and cups his jaw in one hand for a deep, thorough kiss, the other hand slipping down to pinch a nipple through Chuck's shirt and then diving into his pants for a nice grope. Chuck gasps and whimpers and makes complaining noises into the kiss, hips twitching and shimmying like he's trying (not very hard) to pull away, but that stops when Rich's other hand grabs his ass and nudges against the plug, and Chuck jerks and then just shivers.

"Fuck," he says, panting, when Rich finally lets him go, looking much less steady on his feet. His cheeks are red, his lips are flushed, and his dick is already starting to press against his underwear in the V of his open pants.

"Nice," says Rich in satisfaction. "Color?"

"Green," Chuck says, eyes on the floor in embarrassment.

"Cool!" Rich says, and grabs him by the upper arm to lead him out of his cubicle.

"Where, um," Chuck says, almost too quietly for Rich to hear him, "where are we—"

"Nope!" Rich says cheerfully. "No questions! You'll find out."

Chuck groans quietly, but doesn't say anything else.

Rich leads him down the next aisle, and Miguel is lounging in the door of his cubicle, doing a really bad job of looking casual. Chuck twitches when he catches sight of him, and tries to huddle in on himself like he can hide the flush on his face any more than he can the open front of his pants. He doesn't go rigid like he would if he was scared or really dismayed, though, so Rich just tows him onward.

"Hey, man, how's it going?" Rich says, watching the hungry gleam in Miguel's dark eyes.

"Oh, y'know, stressful as fuck, as usual," Miguel says.

"Oh yeah?" Rich says. "Hey, I got some stress relief you can try if you want."

Miguel looks Chuck over, eyes lingering on the bulge in his underwear. "Yeah, I think I might," he says, and steps back into his cube.

Chuck doesn't drag his feet or anything, but Rich thinks he might be pressing closer to Rich than he was as Rich guides him through the door before letting go. "Go on, strip," Rich says. "Show him what he's got to work with."

Chuck flushes dark again and drops his eyes as he fumbles his clothes off.

"Turn around," Rich says when he's finished, and Chuck makes a little protesting noise and doesn't. Rich raises stern eyebrows at the guy and Chuck hunches his shoulders and looks sulky, unmoving.

Taking a deep, silent breath, Rich reminds himself that he knows what Chuck likes and it's cool, it's fine. Then he grabs Chuck's shoulder and smacks his bare ass hard enough to get a louder yelp than Rich expected. For a second he freezes up, because if he really hurt Chuck, he's gonna throw himself out a window. And do it before Mike Chilton can do anything worse to him.

Then he sees the way Chuck's hips jerk against thin air, and hears the breathy little moan he lets out, and Rich can breathe again.

"Fuck," Chuck says, small and shaky, and shifts on wobbly legs, turning his back so Miguel can see the plug in him.

Miguel whistles. "Nice," he says, and reaches out to get a good handful of Chuck's ass, right over the bright red handprint, groping and fondling as Chuck squirms. "Mind if I, uh—"

"No, feel free, take him for a spin," Rich says generously.

"Cool," Miguel says, and pushes Chuck over to the wall, bends him over and kicks his feet apart. Breathing hard, Chuck puts his hands on the wall and lets his head hang. He grunts when Miguel tugs the plug out, handing it to Rich, who hands him the lube in exchange, and then Miguel is slicked up and pushing in and Chuck is moaning full-throated and needy.

Miguel doesn't bother to go slow and gentle, he fucks into Chuck rough and fast, focusing on getting off as soon as he can. Chuck moans and gasps for breath and takes it like he's starving for it. Watching idly, Rich searches out Miguel's hygiene wipes and cleans off Chuck's plug, gets it lubed up and ready.

Miguel comes, leaving Chuck gasping, and when he pulls out Rich steps up and slides the plug back into Chuck in his place, getting a breathless whimper. Chuck's dick is still hard and dripping.

"Fuck," Miguel sighs, dropping onto his cot, "nice. Thanks, man, appreciate it." He nods to Rich, who smiles.

"No problem! He needs the exercise anyway," he says, and Chuck gives him a look that says in any other circumstance he'd be hearing about that comment. Rich gives Chuck a wicked grin, pushes his back against the wall and pinches his nipples hard. Chuck makes a choked noise and then yelps when Rich does it again and tugs.

"Color?" Rich murmurs.

Chuck glares at him, red-faced.

Rich leans in and says in his ear, "Baby boy, if you hit yellow and you don't say, I'm gonna tell Liam. And if you don't give me a color in the next minute, I'm gonna take you out into the aisle, put you over my knee and spank you until you howl. So you might wanna consider what you want, here—"

"Yellow!" Chuck squeaks, and Rich immediately lightens his grip, stomach twisting anxiously, but Chuck goes on, "Don't, um, in the aisle, I'll be good. Green, I'm green."

Rich blinks and then frowns at him. "Green?" he asks, pinching harder, and Chuck squirms and avoids Rich's eyes before managing a nod. "Good, okay, good job," Rich says, relieved to have that clear, and leans in to kiss Chuck hard as a reward. Chuck moans into it, hips twitching.

Pulling back, Rich nods to Miguel, who grins at him from the cot. "Pick your clothes up," he orders Chuck, and then when he hastily starts to tug on his underwear, "I didn't say you could put them on."

Chuck stares, blushing down to his collarbones, but he swallows and pulls his foot out again, holding the bundle of clothes in front of his chest like he can hide behind them.

Putting a hand on Chuck's back, Rich pushes him out of the cubicle. Rich is pretty sure the 'yellow' was the thought of being spanked in public, not being naked, but he's not positive. He can't ask because checking in with Chuck constantly just makes him self-conscious and tense, so Rich just keeps an eye on him. Chuck hunches his shoulders and drags his feet, and his shoulders are turning pink, but he doesn't actually protest, so the embarrassment must not be too much to outweigh the fun.

Rich guides him back to Chuck's own cubicle and has him fold his clothes and set them neatly aside. Chuck is looking uncertain, like he's worried the game might be winding down already, so Rich sits him down on Rich's lap and kisses him, getting some groping and teasing in until someone taps at the doorframe.

"Hey," says Sam, grinning, "I heard you're lending out a fucktoy over here!"

Chuck makes a strangled noise, looking deeply indignant. He's ridiculously cute when he's turned on and annoyed about it.

"You heard right," Rich says. "You wanna try him out?"

"Hell yes!" Sam says, coming in. "You think he can deal with a little rough handling? Wouldn't wanna break your toy."

"Oh yeah, he can handle a lot," Rich says. "The warning light'll come on if you go too hard, but you can smack him around a good bit."

Chuck glares at him, cheeks flushed.

"Nice," Sam says, and pulls a set of nipple clamps out of his pocket. Chuck glances over his shoulder and lets out a little squeak, going still like the sight shut down motor function. Rich isn't sure if that's a good thing, so he lifts Chuck off his lap and sets him on the bed, and Chuck's head turns to keep staring at Sam and those clamps. His pupils are wide and dark, so yeah, Rich is going to say Chuck is very much okay with this.

Still, they shouldn't depend too much on Rich's interpretation skills.

"Hey, boytoy," Rich says, tapping Chuck on the nose to ensure he's listening. Chuck blinks at him. "Remember what I said about the warning lights."

Chuck rolls his eyes, the brat. "Green," he says pointedly.

"Awesome!" Sam says cheerfully as Rich nods and steps away. Sam comes over to the bed and stoops to put the clamps on, making Chuck whimper and his hips jerk. Sam grins, flicking one clamped nipple, and Chuck moans full-throated.

"What should I do with you?" Sam muses, twisting the other clamp back and forth as Chuck whimpers and gasps. "I know! You're gonna make me come within a minute, or I'm gonna spank your ass red."

"A minute?" Chuck says. "That's—I can't—"

"Time's wasting!" Sam says with a wicked smirk, and flicks up a screen with a countdown.

Chuck groans and fumbles at Sam's pants, gets his dick out and goes down on it fast and hard. Judging by Sam's cracked, breathless cursing, Chuck's giving it his all, and Rich doubts he can do it in time, but he's not gonna rule out the possibility either.

Sam is flushed and panting, hips rocking, by the time the screen flashes up zeros, but he grins triumphantly when he hauls Chuck off him. "Looks like someone needs punishment!"

As nervous as Chuck looks, he still huffs resentfully. "I should've bitten you," he grumbles.

Rich snorts out loud. "Oh, baby boy, you're gonna get it now."

"He sure is," Sam says, sitting down on the cot, and grabs Chuck's wrist, pulling. Chuck resists, because apparently he wants to not be able to sit down for the rest of the day, and Sam glares at him and says to Rich, "A little help, dude?"

Rich steps across the cubicle, picks up Chuck, who yelps, and lays him face-down over Sam's lap, his bare hip rubbing up against Sam's slick pink dick. Chuck catches his breath and folds his arms under his chest, and Rich realizes he's keeping the clamps from pressing against the cot.

"Oh," Sam says, blinking at the thick base of Chuck's plug. "That's gonna, uh, get in the way."

"No problem," Rich says, shrugging, and carefully pulls it out with a groan from Chuck.

"Nice," Sam says in satisfaction, groping Chuck's ass thoroughly. "All right, bud, you asked for it." He starts smacking, relatively light at first, from the looks of it, then getting harder and harder. Chuck's noises scale up from gasps to muffled cries to yelps, interspersed with moaning, and he jerks and squirms, hips twitching as he tries to get friction on his neglected dick.

Rich watches for a while, eyeing the way Chuck's hips are moving, the restless way he shifts but makes no attempt to escape. Rich's pants are pretty tight in front by the time he turns away, and he gets them open before going to clean Chuck's plug again.

By the time he finishes with that, Chuck is cursing and begging and howling. Sam's face is flushed, his eyes dark and intent, and the bright pink of Chuck's ass is turning a darker, more solid red.

"Dammit, please," Chuck wails, hips jerking and rocking. "I just—can't you—fuck me, c'mon—"

"He begs pretty nice," Sam says breathlessly, pausing to grope that red ass.

"He's a very talented toy," Rich says with a smug look.

"How about," Sam says, "I spank you a little more, but not like this." He smacks Chuck's ass again in illustration, and Chuck groans and then makes an uncertain noise. "Rich, come move him for me."

Rich comes over, hauls Chuck off Sam's lap, and follows the wave of Sam's hand to put Chuck on all fours on the bed.

"All right," Sam says, grinning at Rich, "you want his mouth?"

"Wouldn't say no," Rich says as casually as he can, and Chuck moans shakily. Rich gets his dick out and sits on the bed in front of Chuck, and Sam reaches under Chuck to flick one of his clamped nipples, making him yelp and jolt.

"Go on, get your mouth on him," Sam orders, and Chuck heaves in a couple breaths and does. Rich huffs and moans. God, Chuck is good at that.

Sam smacks Chuck, who whimpers around Rich's dick and works harder as Sam keeps spanking him. Rich focuses on keeping his hips still and not moaning embarrassingly loud. It's not like it matters when even muffled, Chuck is loud enough to drown Rich out, but Rich isn't depending on that.

He notices when Chuck's noises get a frantic edge, and takes a deep breath, pulling together the control to tug the bobbing blond head off his dick. "Color, toy?" he says. "You need something?"

"I, I'm," Chuck pants, flinching, and then blinks as Sam doesn't hit him again, waiting for the answer. Chuck licks his lips, some of the sense coming back into his eyes. "I, uh, yellow-ish, I guess?"

"You gonna behave yourself now?" Sam says, and Chuck huffs quietly and nods.

"Good job keeping us in the loop," Rich says, and strokes Chuck's hair as he drops his head in embarrassment. "You wanna get fucked now, or you need a break?"

Chuck tilts his head enough for one blue eye to peer dubiously through his hair at Rich. "You don't give toys a break," he says.

"Sure you do," Rich says, grinning. "If you don't want them overheating and burning out, or like, melting some key components." He tugs Chuck's hair, taps on the side of his head to clarify what might melt.

"Right, well," Sam says briskly as Chuck rolls his eyes, "I'm pretty sure he could use a good melting, so I'm just gonna finish this test-run." He shoves his pants down, slicks up and pushes into Chuck, not as fast as Rich might have expected. Chuck moans shaky and high when Sam gets all the way in, hips pressing up against Chuck's raw ass, and then Sam starts moving and Chuck howls, grabs Rich's dick and goes down on him like it's all he can think of to muffle himself. Rich isn't about to complain about the noise, since it has Chuck's mouth and throat vibrating around Rich's dick.

Sam comes first, swearing breathlessly as he pumps into Chuck, and Chuck moans and keeps sucking until Rich follows helplessly after.

"Fuck," Sam pants, pulling out. He reaches out past Chuck's hip and under, towards his dick. "You wanna—?"

"Nope, he's good," Rich gasps, patting Chuck's hair clumsily. Chuck moans in response and doesn't protest.

"Okay," Sam says, and sits back to catch his breath. Chuck flops over onto his side, hips twitching occasionally.

Rich pants for a moment and then, as his brain starts to come back online, gives Chuck a thoughtful look. Reaching out, he brushes a finger by one clamped nipple and Chuck hisses.

"You wanna take those off my toy?" he says to Sam.

"Right, yeah," Sam says, and leans over Chuck, who gasps and groans as the clamps come off his abused red nipples. Sam rubs a thumb over one and Chuck jerks, whimpering.

"Nice," Sam says, grinning, and stands up, stuffing the clamps back in his pocket and getting himself put together again. He still looks pretty rumpled and relaxed, but it's not like that's notable now, since the new CEO has made it mandatory to take at least one day completely off on weekends.

"Thanks for letting me borrow him!" Sam says.

Rich blithely ignores Chuck's huff. "No problem," he says, and Sam nods to him and walks out.

Rich stands and gets himself straightened up, slicks Chuck's plug again and slides it into him, getting a breathless little groan. Then he pats Chuck's red ass, making him gasp and jerk.

"You've been a good toy. You stay here and recharge, I'm gonna go take a walk for a little bit." And then, because Chuck is giving him a distinctly anxious look, "Don't worry, it's not like anyone's gonna walk in and use my toy behind my back!"

Enlightened, Chuck relaxes, and Rich leaves the cubicle. He gets an aisle away before stopping and sending out a quick message to a short, carefully curated list of people, several of whom immediately ping him back. Then he heads off to the break room for a snack.

A while later, he meanders back towards Chuck's cube, to find grunts and muffled moans coming from inside and Morgan standing uncertainly by the doorway.

"Oh, uh!" they say nervously. "Hi!" and they hastily step out of the way.

Rich blinks at the kid, pausing. They're not an intern anymore, they're almost nineteen now, but they're still pretty damn young, all skinny and big-eyed and twitchy.

"What, you waiting until the rush is over?" he asks.

"Oh, I, uh," they mumble, looking down at their hands and fidgeting with their fingers. "I kind of didn't want an audience."

"Gotcha," Rich says, and pats one thin shoulder. "It's okay, since you'll ask permission instead of sneaking in behind my back like some people, you can use my toy without supervision."

Morgan giggles appreciatively, looking relieved.

Rich strides past them into the cube and crosses his arms, looking sternly at Anton and Jason, who are at either end of Chuck on the bed, and Ross, who's sitting on the floor looking disheveled and sated already.

"Look at you guys," Rich says in disgust, "sneaking into the storage compartment to use my fucktoy behind my back! I left him here to recharge, and here you assholes are running down the batteries!"

"Uh," Jason says, and can't seem to find more words, rhythm faltering only briefly as he fucks Chuck.

"Hey, we're all friends," Ross says, "friends use each other's stuff sometimes. You can't just keep him to yourself, man, he's top-tier!"

"Yeah, suck it," says Anton to Rich, pushing Chuck's head down on his dick again.

Distracted from giving Ross an indignant look, Rich narrows his eyes, crossing the cubicle to loom next to Anton. "That's not the best way to talk to a guy who doesn't need your permission to throw you out of the cube." He can pick Anton up with one hand and Anton knows it.

Anton gives him a disgruntled look and huffs.

"Um," Jason says, panting. "Please can we use your fucktoy, Rich? He's really nice, nnh, fuck…"

"Yeah," Anton says, starting to grin. "You've got him fixed up good, the settings are a lot of fun—we know how careful you are with your stuff, and we haven't put a single scratch on him!" He gives Rich a suspiciously sweet pleading look and then gasps, hips twitching as Chuck does something.

Rich tries to keep looking stern and annoyed at them for a moment, then gives up. "Fine," he grumbles, "you can finish, but next time you better ask permission first! I share with polite friends."

"I'm polite," Jason gasps, "I'm—the politest." He starts moving faster and Chuck gets a lot louder, whimpering and moaning all muffled around Anton's dick. It's only a few more minutes before Jason shudders and goes still, and Chuck makes a choked noise and abruptly pulls off Anton, quivering all over as he gasps for breath.

"I'm—close," he manages in a raspy voice, staring up at Rich. Rich can't tell if it's a pleading look, or nervous, or what.

"Hmm," he says, as Anton makes a grumbly protesting noise. "You think you deserve to come yet, toy?"

Chuck flushes darker before shaking his head.

"That's right," Rich says, "and it'd be a waste this early in the day anyway. You're gonna have to wait a lot longer before I let you have what you want." His stomach tightens uncertainly, saying it, but from the shaky moan Chuck lets out and the way he dives back onto Anton's dick, he's not unhappy about it at all.

Jason pulls out, looking dazed, and Chuck lets out a muffled moan. Anton swears and puts his hands back on Chuck's head, and Rich turns away and starts poking Ross with his foot.

"Come on, shoo, you've had your fun, now get out."

"I'm moving already, for fucks sake," Ross grumbles, prying himself off the floor. "Give a guy one fucktoy and he gets all bossy, god."

"Just think what I'd be like with two," Rich says, smirking.

Ross snorts. "As if. I'm surprised enough you managed one." He nods to Jason and heads out of the cubicle. Jason pulls himself together and follows him, wobbling like his knees aren't quite stable yet.

Anton starts making quiet noises as he gets closer, little grunts and huffs as his hips twitch and jerk into Chuck's mouth. Rich picks up Chuck's plug and cleans it off, slicks it up and slides it carefully back into Chuck, who makes a strangled noise and jerks all over.

Rich freezes, unsure if that was a good thing or bad, or just overwhelming, but Chuck shivers and goes back to what he was doing instead of pulling off and saying yellow, so Rich relaxes again. He strokes Chuck’s back idly until Anton comes, and then Rich refuses to let Anton sprawl out and doze off on Chuck’s bed like he wants to, chivvying him out of the cubicle instead.

“Hey, you’re up,” Rich says to Morgan. “Don’t break him.”

Morgan giggles a little and edges past him into the cubicle, and Rich heads back to his own cubicle to play screen games. It’s half an hour before he gets a message from Morgan: im doen, yuo can have yoru toy bakc now, thnaks

Judging by the typos, the kid enjoyed themself a lot, so that’s good.

Rich goes back to Chuck’s cube to find him watching the door anxiously, curled in on himself on the bed. The relief on his face when he sees Rich does something weird to Rich’s chest, like the dumbass is thinking Rich might get bored of this game or forget to come back or something.

“Up, toy,” Rich tells him. “Get dressed. I’ve got some work to do, and you’re gonna keep me entertained while I’m busy.”

Chuck moans, hoarse and shaky, and gets up on unsteady legs to obey. Rich keeps a hand on his arm on the way back to Rich’s cubicle, both in case the guy’s legs go out from under him and because it’s fun to be all possessive and handsy.

Rich sits down in his desk chair and guides Chuck over to kneel between Rich’s legs. “I’m gonna get my dick out,” Rich tells him, “and you’re gonna keep it nice and warm for a while.”

Chuck shivers and his hips rock once as he nods. Rich is already half-hard when he wrestles his dick out of his pants leg, and when Chuck sucks the head into his mouth, Rich has to focus intently to raise a screen and pretend to start working. Chuck is well-behaved, he just holds still, sucking gently now and then, but that doesn’t mean Rich has any actual brain capacity left after the first five minutes.

He holds out as long as he can, but after fifteen minutes he’s a twitchy, gasping mess of sweat and desperation. Chuck just moans happily when Rich starts fucking his mouth, so Rich is calling it a win anyway.

When he finally comes, turning into a dazed, boneless puddle, all he has to do is call up Liam. Liam shows up, dark-eyed and delighted, and whisks Chuck away to be fed lunch and cleaned up and pampered, and Rich has all the time he needs to recover without having to worry about neglecting Chuck. Definitely another win.

Liam calls him up midafternoon, when Rich has eaten his own lunch and rested up and is starting to get a little restless, wondering what they’re up to. “You can come get your toy now!” Liam says cheerfully. “I gave him something nice to keep him ready to go for a while even when he’s napping!”

Rich knows what Liam means, but the full extent of it doesn’t hit him until he walks into Liam’s cubicle and he sees Chuck passed out on Liam’s cot, fully dressed except for his pants, pulled open around his rigid dick.

“Oh wow,” Rich says kind of hoarsely. “So, he won’t wake up even if—?”

“He should be out for about another hour or so,” Liam says, smiling up at him. “You can have all the fun you want with him, he’ll barely twitch.”

“You’re amazing,” Rich says fervently. Chuck is going to be thrilled when he wakes up and realizes how much he’s been played with while he was out.

Rich kisses Liam before pulling Chuck’s pants closed and scooping him up to carry back to his cube. Once Chuck’s laid out on his own cot, Rich strips him down to his pants, gets them open again, and then kind of sits there staring at him, wondering what the hell to do first. He does have plenty of time to figure it out, at least.

After contemplating his options—and Chuck, spread innocently, obscenely asleep in front of him—Rich rummages through the sex toys Chuck keeps hidden under some folders in his bottom drawer, coming out with a bullet vibe that should do the trick. He runs it over Chuck’s nipples, still dark pink from the abuse they’ve taken today, and watches his dick twitch in his sleep, a drop of precome welling up at the tip. Then he runs it slowly back and forth along Chuck’s dick, circles around the tip, presses it under his balls against his perineum, experimenting with what seems to have the strongest effect. It’s a fun, low-pressure game to play for a while, watching Chuck’s face and chest flush in his sleep, his dick going darker red until its twitches finally intensify, pulsing come across Chuck’s stomach and chest.

Rich grins, pleased with himself, and leaves Chuck alone just long enough that he shouldn’t be too sensitive, and then starts playing again. He makes Chuck come again, then gets him cleaned up and checks the time. Still a little while until he’ll wake up.

Rich pulls Chuck’s pants off and wiggles the well-lubed plug out of him, sets it aside. Putting on a glove, he slicks his fingers and slides them into Chuck, then leans down and gets his mouth on one dark pink, puffy nipple. Chuck makes a faint sound barely above a sigh, and his head turns a little on the mattress.

His dick only half softened after the last orgasm, and it starts plumping up again fast. Rich plays his mouth over one nipple, then the other, sucking and licking and nuzzling, fingers rubbing gently at Chuck's prostate all the while. Chuck's breathing slowly gets faster, hitching every now and then, and he makes soft, distant little noises in his sleep, tiny fragments of moans. His hips shift, slow and uncertain, and his fingers twitch now and then.

Rich keeps going. He sucks and then nips, and Chuck gasps softly and lets out a shuddering breath. He's completely hard again, flushed deep red and slick at the tip, and Rich only fights himself for a moment before abandoning Chuck's nipples to suck on the tip of his dick instead. That gets a sweet little “Ah,” out of him, and his stomach muscles twitch.

Rich sucks and licks and mouths at Chuck’s dick and keeps teasing at his prostate, enjoying the way his low, sleepy noises get more frequent, and finally stops when he thinks Chuck is about to come. He gets a faint, confused sound, and then a definite whimper as Rich lifts his head and pulls his fingers out.

Rich looks through Chuck’s toy drawer again until he finds a nice thick vibrator, lubes it up and slides it into Chuck’s ass, then turns it on low at a slow pulse. Chuck moans and twitches all over, and Rich smiles. Picking up the bullet vibe, he turns it on to a rumbling buzz and nudges it up against one of Chuck’s nipples, and Chuck makes a blurry little sound and goes, “Nnh… ah, ah!”

His eyelashes flutter and drag open, he stares blearily up at Rich and shudders.

“How you doing, boytoy?” Rich asks.

Chuck’s back arches and his hips twitch. “God,” he breathes, and the part of Rich that was still a little worried relaxes.

“Yeah? Good. Roll over, and get that ass in the air,” Rich orders, pulling the vibe away from Chuck’s chest and turning it off again.

Chuck swallows and obeys, still a little clumsy with sleep, getting up on his knees with his chest still resting on the bed. His ass is red, with a few darker purpling spots from the spanking and all the manhandling, and when Rich strokes a hand over one cheek Chuck twitches, his entrance clenching and rippling around the vibrator sticking out of him.

“This sore?” Rich asks, patting that cheek.

“Yeah,” Chuck mumbles into the bed.

“How about this?” Rich says, running a finger around his slick rim, stretched around the vibrator, and Chuck gasps and moans.

“...Yeah,” he says, even quieter.

“And you like it that way?”

“Rich,” Chuck groans in complaint, ears flushing red, and Rich grins fondly at the back of his head.

“I know you do,” Rich tells him. “You love everything we’re doing to you. Which is why we’re not gonna stop using you until you’re totally wiped out today.”

Chuck shivers and lets out a breathy little sound, and Rich pats his ass.

“Now,” he says, “I’m gonna be nice and give you the chance to come, and then you’re not gonna have another chance for a while. So, if you wanna take your chance, you should beg me to fuck you with this nice toy.” He puts a hand on the base of the vibrator, which has worked its way almost halfway out of Chuck, and slides it home again, making Chuck gasp and whimper.

“Oh my god,” Chuck mumbles, shoving a hand into his hair.

“Beg,” Rich says.

“Fuck,” Chuck whispers, and drags in a breath. “Please. Please, um, fuck me. With the toy.”

“Hmm, keep going.”

“Fuck, I hate you!” Chuck says, wriggling, and Rich swats his ass. Chuck yelps and then huffs at him. “Please, okay! I’m—I’m all sore and I know you made me come while I was asleep, I could feel it when I woke up, and I, I’m just, I’m losing it, fuck me already!”

Rich leans over and kisses the middle of Chuck’s spine, and then feels stupid about it, but Chuck makes a soft little noise and loses some of the tension in his back. “Good,” Rich says, stroking from his neck down his back. “Okay, baby, let me hear you.”

He takes hold of the vibrator, drags it most of the way out of Chuck in a smooth, slick glide, and then shoves it back in, and Chuck moans hoarsely. Rich pumps it into him in a rhythm that starts slow and gradually picks up speed, and Chuck goes from grunts and gasps to full-throated cries and wailing, clawing at the bed. It’s intoxicating, and Rich’s dick twitches in his pants.

“Get your hands on your chest,” Rich says, still thrusting the vibe, “play with those nipples for me.”

Chuck makes a choked noise and obeys, shoving his hands under him, and he starts shaking a moment later. Rich keeps fucking him with the vibe as Chuck jerks and howls through orgasm, and then Rich slowly pulls the still buzzing toy out, watching the way Chuck twitches and gasps. When it’s out, Chuck collapses onto his side, shivering, and Rich gives him a moment before sliding the freshly-slicked plug back into him, getting a whimper.

Rich occupies himself cleaning the vibe off and retrieving the bullet so it doesn’t get lost, giving Chuck a little time to relax in the afterglow. By the time he’s done, Chuck’s looking less hazy and more alert, and Rich gives him a slow grin.

“Alright, you ready for more?”

Chuck licks his lips and nods.

“Good,” Rich says, and sends a quick message to Anton. He gets a reply a moment later and nods in satisfaction. “Up, toy. You can put on pants if you want, but you’d better leave them open.”

Chuck hesitates, probably trying to decide which is less embarrassing, being naked or wearing unfastened pants, and unsurprisingly decides on the pants. Rich leads him through the aisles to the break room, and once inside with the door shut, Chuck relaxes a little. Then he goes stiff and startled as Miguel, Anton and Darren look up from their snacks or games and look him over.

“Oh hey, nice,” says Darren, grinning. “You brought us a snack.”

“Go on,” Rich tells Chuck, and gives him a carefully judged shove so he stumbles forward with a gasp.

“I want first go,” Darren says, standing, and pushes Chuck over to the sofa, bending him over with his hands on the sofa back before pulling his pants down his thighs. “Oh nice, he’s already stuffed,” Darren adds, tugging the plug out, and Rich gets there in time to grab it so the idiot doesn’t just drop it on the floor.

“Wow, look at you,” Darren says, and Chuck makes a muffled little noise at the hand squeezing his ass, the thumb pressing between his cheeks to rub and tug at slick, abused flesh. “Look at this needy little hole. Plenty of guys used you already today, but not enough for you, huh? Don’t worry, toy, we’ll stuff this cute little ass nice and full.”

Chuck whimpers, hands working on the back of the sofa, and Darren gets his dick out and then blinks when Rich shoves the lube at him.

“He’s already slick, though, didn’t you just—?”

“No, I haven’t fucked him,” Rich says impatiently. “Come on, slick up.”

“Obviously Rich hasn’t fucked him,” Anton says. “He can still keep that plug in.”

“Yeah, is this your first orgy or something?” Miguel says.

Rich’s face is burning and Anton is grinning at him like an asshole, but fortunately Darren is distracted enough by his dick that he just smears the lube on and pushes into Chuck, and then no one’s thinking about embarrassing Rich anymore.

“Fuck,” Darren gasps, “he’s barely even tight, just a nice, smooth slide…”

“All right, so hurry up,” Anton says, “some of the rest of us want a taste.”

Darren makes a face at him, which honestly is fair given that Darren’s the only one in the room who hasn’t tried Chuck out yet today. Rich is pretty sure the guy means to take his time just to spite Anton, but it’s not long before he’s groaning and slamming into Chuck hard, coming.

“Nice,” says Miguel in satisfaction, starting to push up from the other end of the couch, and Anton practically levitates out of his chair.

“No you don’t, I called dibs!” Anton says, and Darren’s barely pulled out of Chuck before Anton’s pushing in, getting a moan from Chuck.

Chuck’s flushed halfway down his back, panting open-mouthed and swaying with the impact of Anton’s thrusts. He’s not too noisy yet, gasping and groaning softly when Anton catches him just right, but he’s starting to get that hazy, fucked-out look that was half the point of today, and Rich allows himself to be smug as he gets the plug cleaned off again.

Anton stumbles back to his chair and flops into it looking thoroughly satiated when he’s done, and Miguel steps up to take his place. He goes slower than the other two, pumping in smooth and easy, watching his dick slide in and out of Chuck’s abused ass.

“Man, he really is loose,” Miguel says breathlessly, less in complaint than wonder. “I bet you could fit in no problem,” he adds to Rich.

Rich twitches a smile back and checks the time. He probably could, but he’s not sure it’d be a good idea, and it’s not what today is about, anyway. He’s perfectly happy with blowjobs, it’s fine.

By the time Miguel is done, Chuck is moaning a lot louder, and his knees tremble when he tries to straighten up, sweaty and gasping for breath. Rich catches his arm and steadies him, and Chuck lists over against him and just stays there for a moment. Rich’s heart does something warm and soft and stupid.

“C’mon, toy, we’re not done with you yet,” he says, and Chuck lets out a shaky moan that doesn’t sound unhappy at all. “Go on, pull up your pants.”

“But, aren’t you gonna…?” Chuck says, looking at the plug Rich is still holding.

“Everyone’s already talking about how loose you are,” Rich says. “I don’t think you need the help.”

Chuck flushes even deeper red and ducks his head to pull his pants up, and Rich tucks the freshly cleaned plug into one of his pockets, ignoring the disgruntled huff, and leads him out of the break room.

They’re halfway back to Chuck’s cube when heavy booted footsteps come down the aisle behind them, and Chuck jerks, going stiff all over. Rich can’t blame him: even his heart is going faster, and he knows there’s nothing to worry about. But up until a few years ago, the sound of Security boots was a real bad sign around here.

“Well, what’s this?” says a voice behind them, and Chuck freezes in a completely different way, shooting Rich a wild look.

“Nothing, Officer,” Rich says innocently, turning, and exchanges his grip on Chuck’s arm for a grip on the back of his neck. “Just taking the department toy back to his charging slot for the night.”

“Oh yeah?” says Mike Chilton, who’s doing a good job of looking predatory, although that might have less to do with his acting skills than the fact that Chuck’s dick is hard and red and sticking out of his open pants. “Well, I think I’d better do an inspection and make sure everything’s in order, here.”

“Of course, Officer!” Rich says. “Feel free. Pants off, toy.”

Chuck whimpers, and it’s a second before he jerkily obeys, kicking his pants off in a heap at the side of the aisle. He crosses his arms over his chest, huddling in on himself like he doesn’t want Mike to see him naked—or doesn’t want Mike to see him like this, bruised up and dripping other guys’ come down his legs, hard as a rock.

Mike makes a thoughtful noise and Rich steps out of the way as Mike moves in close, all intent Security officer, pinging every instinct that someone’s about to be in trouble. He runs two fingers over Chuck’s lips, then pushes them into his mouth, and Chuck’s eyes widen and then flutter half-shut with a muffled moan.

“You’ve seen plenty of use already today,” Mike says. “But you still haven’t had enough, have you?”

Chuck whimpers around his fingers and shakes his head as much as he can.

“Well, it’s obviously my duty to make sure you’re still functioning adequately,” Mike says, and pulls his fingers out. “Hands against the wall and bend over, toy.”

Chuck obeys hastily, but his back is rounded and he’s clenching his butt cheeks together, obviously self-conscious about what a sticky mess he is.

“Ah-ah, be a good toy,” Mike says warningly, and Chuck reluctantly spreads his legs and flattens his back, giving Mike access.

“Better,” Mike says, getting his uniform pants open, “but I dunno, maybe I should shove my baton up there anyway, to remind you of your place.”

Rich’s eyebrows go up. That’s a much better threat than he would’ve expected Mike to manage believably.

“No, please,” Chuck gasps, half a moan, “I’m so sore, please don’t, sir.”

Mike hesitates at that, blatantly uncertain. Rich can almost see him thinking that maybe Chuck’s too sore for more sex, which is sweet, but also if they cheat Chuck of this last well-deserved fucking he’s gonna be pissed.

“I think you should beg the officer for his dick, instead of telling us how to play with you,” Rich says casually.

Chuck’s shoulders hunch, and he can’t blush any darker crimson than he already is, but Rich is sure he’s trying. “Please give me your dick, sir,” he says, fervent instead of mumbling like Rich expected. “Please fuck me, Officer, I need it!”

Mike smiles, relaxing again, and swats Chuck on the reddened ass, making him squeak. “Well, since you asked nicely…” He pulls his dick out, strokes it once, and nudges the tip into Chuck’s slick hole.

Chuck moans hoarsely as Mike pushes in the rest of the way, and then Mike starts really fucking him and Chuck gets loud. Rich swallows, hot all over with his pants constricting his dick, and wonders if there’s any chance of another blowjob after this. Probably not. Chuck’s gotta be just about done, and this is gonna wring him dry.

Mike looks really good in uniform, bent over Chuck with his hips snapping forward steady and hard, even if he’d look better naked. It’s the perfect image of a Security officer taking advantage of a cute, helpless techie, except for the soft edge to his expression every time Chuck begs for more. They look good together, Rich reflects, like he does anytime he sees them making out. It sounds weird to say Chuck is more relaxed with Mike than he’s been with anyone else, when he’s strung taut with need, but he’s not holding back at all with Mike, swearing and wailing and saying filthy things, fuck me, use me, fill me up, and Mike just ducks his head and gives it to him harder.

Rich expects Mike to get Chuck off before he comes, or at least right after, but apparently the guy’s actually sticking to the guidelines for today’s game, because he comes in Chuck and just savors it, hips twitching through a few aftershocks before he finally pulls out and tucks himself away. Chuck whimpers desperately and doesn’t move.

“Nice,” Mike says, breathless, patting Chuck on the back. “Good. Your toy works fine,” he tells Rich. “You might wanna carry him, though, I dunno if he can walk now.”

“Please,” Chuck moans.

Rich isn’t sure if he’s begging to be allowed to come or for Rich to carry him. Probably the former, but he can wait until they’re back in his cube.

Scooping him up, Rich carries him there with Mike at his heels, helpfully carrying Chuck’s pants. Rich sets Chuck down on his bed and steps back, pulling himself together mentally and emotionally to be ready to leave the two of them alone to finish off the day however they want.

Mike grins at him. “Shouldn’t you use your toy one last time before you let him power down for the night?”

“Uh,” Rich says, completely taken off balance. He looks helplessly at Chuck, who licks his lips, flushed and heavy-lidded, and then drops onto elbows and knees.

“You’re kidding,” Rich says involuntarily.

Chuck shoots an exasperated look over his shoulder.

“Why would he be kidding, dude?” Mike says. “Go on, finish wrecking him. He’s not gonna go halfway and then stop!”

“Holy shit,” Rich says, and scrabbles to get his jeans open. “I’m, yeah, okay.” Chuck’s definitely had enough use today to be able to take Rich easily, Rich just didn’t think he’d be interested.

Rich is gonna slick up before shoving in, though, just to be safe. Chuck makes little huffy impatient noises while Rich strokes the lube along his dick, and Rich swats Chuck’s reddened butt with the dry hand, getting a yelp.

Chuck’s gotta be pretty sore by now, but it’s sure not slowing him down. When Rich nudges up against him, Chuck moans and rocks back enough that the head slips in, and then freezes, breathing hard. Rich doesn’t push, just puts a hand on Chuck’s lower back, stroking gently back and forth. Mike steps up to the bed and strokes Chuck’s hair, and Chuck sighs and tilts his head into the touch.

As worked out as he is, it doesn’t take long for the weak, shivery clench of him to relax around Rich, and Rich rocks slowly in the rest of the way, then out a little faster. Chuck moans and pants, hands fisting in the sheets, and Rich moves faster until he’s fucking the guy properly, punching little gasps and whines out him with every thrust.

“What a good little f-fucktoy,” Mike says, tugging Chuck’s hair with a grin. “I bet he’s sad not to have someone filling up his mouth, though. Let’s fix that.” He pushes two fingers between Chuck’s lips and Chuck moans like it’s everything he needs.

Rich doesn’t try to drag the sex out too long. He waits just long enough to make sure Chuck will feel well and completely fucked out, and then he lets go of control.

When he’s close, he reaches under Chuck, wraps a hand around his long-neglected dick and makes an inquiring noise.

“Please!” Chuck moans when Mike frees up his mouth. “God, please lemme, please Rich I wanna—”

“‘Kay,” Rich says hoarsely, and strokes him off fast. When orgasm finally hits Rich like an Ultra-Golem, his hand stops moving, and he shudders through an aftershock before dazedly starting to work Chuck’s dick again. Chuck is wailing around Mike’s fingers, hips twitching into Rich’s hand, muscles clenching around Rich’s sensitive dick, and he comes a moment later.

Rich works him through it, smiling at the pale, freckled back under him, the head of tousled blond hair, and then lets go of him and gently pulls out, patting Chuck on the back with his clean hand. Chuck flops over onto his side with a quiet groan, and Rich goes to find Chuck’s wipes. He gets himself cleaned up and tucked away, and then he steps over to the cot, hesitates, and shoves a wipe into Chuck’s hand. Rich would be perfectly happy to get him cleaned up himself, but Chuck might have opinions about that, and Mike is right there with his hand on Chuck’s head and might also have opinions. Better to be circumspect and not overstep.

Chuck makes a grumbly noise in his throat and clumsily scrubs himself off with the wipe, then tosses it vaguely in the direction of the trashcan. Rich bravely represses a flinch when it predictably falls short, because that’s disgusting but also Chuck is worn out, and Rich is probably pushing his luck hanging around this long anyway.

Taking a silent breath, Rich nods at Mike and steps towards the door.

“Oh, I don’t think so, buddy,” Mike says, and when Rich looks over Mike’s grinning at him, perched at the head of the bed. “You thought you could run this whole thing today and then skip out on the aftercare? As if. Get over here and cuddle this toy with me.”

Face heating, Rich hesitates again with the wild suspicion that Mike is taking pity on him, but then Chuck frowns at him sleepily. “Rich? You don’t hafta, if you’ve got… quotas or something…”

“No,” Rich says, a crooked smile pulling helplessly at his lips, and comes back over. “I can stay, that’s fine.”

Mike tugs Chuck half into his lap to make room on the bed and Rich sits down on Chuck’s other side, startled when Chuck immediately presses against him, sighing. Mike’s got his arm around Chuck, and after a moment Rich cautiously puts his hand on Chuck’s back, and Chuck makes another little contented noise.

“So, did your party coordinator do good?” Mike says, squeezing Chuck, and Chuck nods firmly without looking at either of them. The way he’s sagging against Rich, he really does seem about to fall asleep.

“Was it a good birthday?” Mike asks more quietly, and Chuck’s ears turn pink as he tries to bite back a smile, shoulder-bumping Mike vengefully. “Oh, a really good birthday, huh? Nice.”

Rich silently lets out a long sigh of relief, because—he was pretty sure Chuck was enjoying himself most of the time, but it was still a lot. Even though Rich was doing his best to keep tabs on the guy’s state, it’s not like his judgment is flawless, he could easily have missed something and made the wrong call. He didn’t, though. Chuck is okay, he had fun. Rich did good.

“Shut up, oh my god,” Chuck mumbles, bumping Mike again, and lets his head drop onto Rich’s shoulder. Startlement turns into a soft, golden warmth in Rich’s chest.

“So hey, are you for hire?” Mike says, grinning past Chuck at Rich. “Cuz I’ve got this birthday coming up—”

Chuck makes a strangled noise and grabs for Mike, making a credible, if futile, attempt to get him in a headlock. Mike laughs and wrestles Chuck down onto the bed with basically no effort whatever, where he lies panting and limp and exhausted under Mike’s hands, making little huffy noises at him.

“Oh, hey, I bet you haven’t had dinner!” Mike says. “Maybe if we get your blood sugar back up you’ll stop being so bitey!”

Chuck mumbles something about you haven’t even seen me bitey, which Mike ignores, bouncing to his feet. “I’ll go grab us all some dinner, how bout that?”

Rich nods cautiously and Mike nods back and vanishes out the cubicle door.

Chuck rolls over and shifts until he’s curled around Rich’s back, his face shoved against the side of Rich’s thigh. Very carefully, Rich strokes Chuck’s sweat-matted hair back from his face, and Chuck sighs and nudges up into his hand. Rich’s heart does something dumb and fluttery.

“‘Nk you,” Chuck mumbles.

“Huh?” Rich says.

Chuck huffs softly. “Thank you. It was. Really good.”

“Oh,” Rich says. “Well. I mean, Liam helped a lot with the logistics—”

“You were the one who was there,” Chuck says, and shoves his forehead a little harder against Rich’s thigh, hiding his face. “Watching over the whole thing and, checking in, and coordinating. Making sure I—it’d be safe. And doing the somno stuff. It was amazing.”

“Oh,” Rich says again. “Good! I mean, you’re welcome, um. Anytime?”

Chuck snorts a tired little laugh. “Not anytime soon, I don’t think I can stand up. We’ll see if I can even work, tomorrow.”

“Well, hey, good thing we get sick leave now,” Rich says. “Malaise due to dick overdose can be very serious, I hear.” He strokes Chuck’s hair some more. “Um. You’re not hurt, or anything—”

“No, dipshit,” Chuck says, sounding amused. “I wanted to be wrecked, remember?”

“Right. Okay,” Rich says.

Chuck kind of nuzzles his thigh, and then plants a kiss on it, right there on Rich’s Deluxe blue and white trousers, and Rich flushes hot all over, staring. Chuck doesn’t even seem to notice there was anything potentially embarrassing about the overt affection, though normally if he did something like that he’d turn bright red the next second and then spend a full minute stammering.

But… he’s totally out of it, right now. Fucked out and sweaty and exhausted, utterly vulnerable, and still trusting Rich to take care of him, to be safe to be around, safe to do dumb little things in front of like kiss his leg.

Face burning, Rich leans down, curving his back sharply to reach, and kisses Chuck’s temple. Chuck makes a soft little noise, and Rich straightens back up, blushing down to his toes.

Instead of making some comment, or saying anything at all, Chuck just nuzzles Rich’s thigh again and lies still. Rich breathes out silently and begins stroking his hair again. “Happy birthday, baby boy.”