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He was going to fucking kill Nate for this.
Yeah, he hadn't had a better idea and they did need to stop the bitch before her company ruined even more lives for profit, he got it, okay?! But there should have been a better way to distract her from making her rounds so Parker could get Hardison into the server room undetected by the paranoid lunatic.
If only she could have had any other vice than freaking KINK! He wasn't- he didn't- It wasn't like he couldn't stop it he wanted to. Sophie was right there, lounging in the plush arm chair and pretending to enjoy the show she had earned herself by 'lending her new friend and kindred spirit her current sex slave'. In reality she read his body language to see if they needed to abort, if he needed an out...
He didn't. He'd had actual torture, several times over. He could handle a CEO whose idea of feminism was not so much solidarity with her female employees or victims as reducing men to begging lumps of weeping patheticness in her bedroom. Sorry, her 'playroom'. Well, she could try to find his limits for however long she wanted. A perfectly long time for Parker and Hardison to ruin her for the exploitative capitalism guiding her interactions with all the people she could use, indiscriminate of who got screwed over as long as it wasn't her.
But he wasn't here to giver her a piece of his mind or even just to smile as Parker or Sophie did it. He was the distraction and that was working well. Admittedly he still would have preferred if it had worked in literally any other way. It wasn't like he'd never played around before. And considering what Hardison was like with his gadgets all the time he had certainly considered that the hacker might suggest toys as well if they ever actually made it to the bedroom.
(Not that he intended to start anything, he'd never get between Hardison and Parker. But she was very ace and Hardison was just not cut out for eternal celibacy. And even though Parker could get ragingly jealous, that had only ever happened with strange women, not Eliot. So maybe he'd thought about the possibility of an arrangement between the three of them...)
Just NOT like THIS.
The ropework spanning his torso and holding his arms utterly immoble in a V behind his back was pretty damn beautiful, true, and he could respect the craftsmanship. But the butt plug vibrating right into his prostate to keep him hard and circling the edge he couldn't reach was just so damn infuriating. Not that his body hadn't tried. Hell, he would be leaking up a river if not for the sound in his dick. But the main problem was definitely the testicle parachute.
Admittedly that might have been because he'd never seen one before. He was actually pretty experienced both with women and with people being tied up and it was far from his first undercover job, but this night... Well, it had started off easy enough:
Sophie had met their mark first, bonded with her about their supposedly mutual interests as dommes and only brought him tonight 'to show off her new favorite pet', leading him in by a leash on the pricily fashionable dog collar he wore. (Alongside a bridle gag that Hardison had first cackled over but then quickly shut up about at just a look from him.)
The women had already talked about everything when Sophie had buttered the mark up, so his main task had been looking handsome and obeying any command he was given. An easy task, pretty much second nature for him. Especially since most people saw or heard of his brawn and expected that to be all there was to him, so he was used to playing into the himbo appeal; it was just another role for him, to be used as the job demanded.
Jobs weren't personal, they were pragmatic. And so he didn't take this assignment personally, either. Only threats to his team or children were personal to him. As long as he was the one being hurt, pfft, whatever. And their mark, Vanessa, hadn't exactly gone right in on the 'torture', either.
In fact when she had first started on him, it had just been the ropes. The first had replaced his leash and tied his neck to a hook in the ceiling that had pulled him to his tip-toes. (Which was not a comfortable position to undress in and might have left a less experienced man choking himself, but Eliot knew his stress positions.)
So he had obeyed without issue and actually ended up fairly impressed when she had worked the next, much longer rope across and around his chest in an intricate weaving that might have made a spider blush. Shibari really was an art. And a great way to keep his arms entirely immobilzed in an aethetically pleasing pattern.
Besides the binding aspect and the looks of deep red rope making a sort of spontaneous fishnet shirt around his ribcage, it had also forced his back to bend slightly, making him push out his chest and stay yet more aware of both his breathing and his balance.
The latter had then gotten even more complicated, but he'd still held his stance when two more ropes had looped around his ankles and pulled his legs apart until even he had wobbled to keep himself upright enough to keep breathing. But only for a second, what with him having dealt with predicament bondage many times over the course of his career. Vanessa had been impressed, too. And complimented Sophie for her training methods.
But that had also been the point where Vanessa tutted - ever so slightly alarming them all - over his lack of 'decorations'. Sophie had saved the situation well enough, but that... Well, Eliot didn't think that getting his nipples pierced by their mark had been part of the plan and certainly not getting it done with a hairpin sterilized over a lighter until it glowed red hot at the tip.
Few plans worked perfectly, though, and he had both been burned and stabbed worse, so that was not the problem. If anything that part had been more comfortable then the thick rings getting pushed through his freshly 'pierced' nipples right after.
He swore he could feel them throb with every beat of his pulse. But at least the rest of the team had been able to relax again when Vanessa had complimented Sophie for his looks with the new accessories - ignoring the fact that he was a human being capable of hearing them and not some fancy new designer handbag.
Only his eye roll had been interrupted by the slash of a bamboo switch across both his ass cheeks. (Vanessa hadn't liked his lack of deference and Sophie had pretended amusement and blamed him not respecting Vanessa yet to save their charade.) So he'd gotten a couple more slashes across his ass and thighs. Like thirty. (Each.)
But getting to ogle and fondle the burning hot lines of raised skin and swollen flesh had calmed the mark down. Enough so to continue by squeezing his sore cheeks and prodding at his asshole with something slick and cold. ...That part of him was not typically involved in sex. Especially not with women. But then their mark liked bringing men down, straight ones typically, and invading them with icy metal seemed to help with that.
He'd forced himself to unclench from his knee-jerk reaction and accept it instead. Considering the fairly easy glide in spite of his utter lack of preparation, it had to be narrow after all. This would not injure him. And it hadn't. It was probably just meant as a humiliation technique. Or so he'd thought before she had dug right into his prostate with it and switched the fucking thing on.
That was the point where staying still had become hard. (And so had he.) The mark had still switched him a little more, chuckling darkly at the fact that all the pain from enough crisscrossing lashes to make little pearls of blood bead from the welts wasn't able to stop him from getting a stiffy once he had something in his ass, while Sophie had re-schooled her features and Hardison had given them his and Parker's ETA for the server room over their ear pieces without anyone having asked - all in a pretty transparent attempt to reassure him that it would be over soon. But it hadn't been a real issue, just an inconvenience.
The issue had only started with the bundle of leather and shiny if short chains. He hadn't gotten a good look at it before she had wandered behind him with it... but her cold hands touching his balls had been alarming enough. She'd squeezed them just a little too hard to be comfortable and tugged them roughly enough to make him wince.
Then there'd been the cool scrape of the leather, wrapping halfway around them - the upper half, with only a small circle left for their root to stay connected to his body - and he had briefly imagined a dog fresh from the vet with one of those cones around its neck to keep it from licking itself.
But it was fastened in place by the click of buttons, not the chains. Those had clinked as they had to be hanging down from the leather cone... and then pulled taut when she had jerked on them and the cone had wrenched on his balls.
Eliot had grunted at the sharp pain, gray spots dancing in front of his eyes for a moment there, and the way Sophie had struggled to collect herself and put the pretense of lazy amusement back on her face was not exactly what he would have called encouragement, but he could handle pain. The worst it ever did was to make his dick flag again and even that was not all the way. Not with the vibrating butt plug still buzzing away at his prostate.
She'd tutted at him for that as well and given him a lazy stroke before wandering back over to her tool table. But this time he'd gotten a good long look at what she had taken. And it'd looked like a freaking dumbbell. She had probably let him see it on purpose to intimidate him, but the joke was on her because he'd known from the way she had lifted it that it was barely half as heavy as it was designed to look and that wasn't big by his standards in the first place.
...He still hadn't looked forward to having half a pound of metal hanging off his balls. But he'd had worse. If differently.
So he'd just swallowed down his apprehension when she had petted his hip, kissed his shoulder and moaned in his ear as that clinking had filled the air again from her attaching the litte dumbbell to the chains of the leather cone holding his balls. 'Testicle parachute', that's what she'd called it as she'd purred to Sophie about whether she thought he could take it and still get hard again.
The grifter had held on to her face of amusement but when she had looked him in the eyes he had still known that there was a question for him there, even if it was entirely invisible. If he had needed an out, she would have found a way. She would have gotten him out even if it cost them the job. But LIVES depended on this job and he COULD take it. So he had let his eyes fall half closed as if he was relaxing, even as he braced himself for the pain to come. Every time anew.
"Oh Vee, didn't I tell you? My pet can take anything."
He'd had all the time of a chuckle before the dumbbell had dropped and he'd shouted out the blitz of agony as it had ripped at him, nearly choking himself with the way he'd flinched against the collar still holding him in place, but with the ease of practise and fighting through stab and gunshot wounds and the occasional fracture, he'd gotten a grip on himself.
After the initial drop and wrench, once it was just hanging from him, it got easier to handle anyway. And then Vanessa's fingers had tickled his crack and switched the setting on the plug higher so a torrent of pleasure pounded into his prostate and made his undecided dick throb despite the pain hanging from it.
Vanessa had seemed delighted.
She had petted him, licked at the sweat beading between his furrowed brows and stroked him until he was mostly hard again, flicking her thumb over the head and rubbing at the pulsing veins until his aching balls barely seemed to detract from the pleasure anymore but almost fed into it.
Then she had wandered back to her table, with just one little tug on his almost forgotten new nipple rings. And in retrospect, he might have guessed what that would mean, but he had been rather distracted by everything going on between his legs, so when she had come back to smirk at him and take a bite out of an apple, he'd barely even frowned at her. Not until she had shown him a little chain with hooks in each end, smirking and chewing, and sunken one hook into the meat of the apple before hooking the other into his right nipple ring.
That time he had known and gotten to watch her drop the weight, the apple, to jerk on its new chain and thus the ring and thus his still sore nipple. But he had swallowed his shout and she had giggled and kissed him obscenely for that before getting a second apple, offering Sophie a bite and hanging it off his other nipple to first wrench and then constantly pull at the piercing in his sensitive flesh.
Only that hadn't stopped the vibrations from forcing his dick to jut up hard and flushed with eager blood. She'd stroked him more, making the then three weights hanging off him swing when he twitched and shook under his (entirely physiological) arousal. And by god, he had only gotten closer.
The way she'd sqeezed his ass and shifted the plug hadn't helped either and he couldn't have brought himself to look at Sophie or listen to the worries of Hardison and Parker anymore. It wouldn't be the first time someone he didn't like made him come, but he didn't need to share that with his whole team. Especially not with the way Hardison's attempts to show him solidarity just left that brilliant idiot's voice rolling over his pent up and horny brain like a caress.
Nope, this was a job and Hardison didn't even know what he was doing. But by god, if their mark pressed against the plug one more time he was going to shoot...
He still felt like he might, but now with the sound in his dick, that would have to be one hell of a stream to push it out. If any managed to escape his low-hanging balls despite the insane pressure pulling them toward the ground. But it didn't stop his arousal. His eyes had actively teared up at the last round of weights added to those already there, almost more at those dangling from his nipples than his balls, but the vibrator was relentless and she had a second one now...
It was even more intense and she almost never kept it still. One second she held it to the underside of his dark purple cock head, next she pushed it at the tip of the sound peeking out of his slit and the entire rod shook from it, taking those vibration all throughout his shaft until he keened and jerked his hips despite the way it made the weights swing and pull at his most sensitive parts.
Then she held it to one of his nipples, squishing the overtaxed nub against the ring, and he was ready to howl. Fuck, he despised the hypocrite CEO part of her but he couldn't deny that their mark knew what she was doing here. It wouldn't help her, she was still the mark and Hardison was in her servers now, but he could respect the skill side of it.
Or he would later, looking back at this. Right now he had no time or space of mind for respect, only need. The need to come. A desperate, screaming need that he had never felt like this before, not to this extreme, not with his hips thrusting for any touch despite the weights bouncing and wrenching on his balls and nipples with every sudden movement because he barely even felt any of it as pain anymore, only as more fuel for the impossible need to come.
Even when the all-clear came through his ear piece it only registered as Hardison saying 'finish' and by god he almost did. When Sophie talked up their way out, he didn't hear a word and when she touched him, he flinched. When clothes appeared on him, they felt unbearably scratchy on his oversensitive skin and he didn't even realize that the weights were off. The sensation of the pull remained.
He needed it so badly, but he just couldn't come.
When Nate grabbed him by the shoulder to shake him, he nearly socked their mastermind in the face and Parker's worry just frayed his nerves more. He had no idea how he had gotten home. He just knew that the touch with that degree of firmness and warmth was Hardison. It was a very distinct touch.
A touch that made him clench his jaws as his cock twitched again, with no implement to stop it anymore and still not capable of passing the brink, still teetering right there on the egde. Fuck, he should be alone. He was alone in his room now, all but for Hardison, who asked if he was okay. And if he would be okay on his own...
Yeah, he would be. He could handle anything. But even when he said as much, the other man hesitated. Lingered.
"Do you want to be on your own?"
Not really. But they hadn't talked about any of this. It was too sudden. He couldn't coerce a friend, his best, into providing sexual favors by guilt-tripping him just because Eliot was hard up right now. He couldn't do that even if said friend was not on the threshold to something more with someone else (whom he also deeply cared about) that might get sabotaged if they did this without making sure she would be okay with outsourcing the carnal side of her imminent relationship to a third party. And to him specifically.
"Go to Parker, Hardison. She needs you more, I'll just get a long shower and I'll be fine."
The slighter man nodded back at him, but still lingered.
"That's kinda the thing, Eliot. She told me that you need me more right now. And I gotta agree. We.. uhh, we might have talked about you, while ago. About... urgh, look, Do- do you want help with that? I don't wanna drag this out when literally the toughest guy I know looks like you're about to keel over."
...They had already talked about him? And agreed? He could only stare at Hardison in disbelief, but something more mixed into that when he saw how those deep dark eyes held his own in an increasingly obvious attempt to keep them from dropping to the painful bulge his cock made against the pants he had needed to get home.
His hands found it unwittingly and pressed against the hypersensitive organ as his soaring need colored the drawl of his voice:
"You sure you want this?"
'This' wasn't technically his cock in specific, but rather all that it entailed. And Hardison - he should probably think of him as Alec now, actually - bit down on his lips and swallowed, not speaking as his head made a jerk far too forceful to call it a nod. So Eliot cast off the scratching fabrics restraining him then, still holding Alec's transfixed gaze. And just the way it rubbed him as it all came off, even just the way his shirt slid over his weightless but still ringed nipples as he pulled it over his head to free himself and bare himself to the other man had him right on the brink, leaning over.
He didn't do this sort of thing with many other man, women were much more his. There was an ease to falling into bed with a woman that he had never felt with any man. It relaxed him and let him rest, giving him a peace he missed in his life. But with Alec, he didn't need things to be easy. The hacker had a different kind of peace in him that Eliot barely knew enough to miss it.
Didn't mean he couldn't crave it once he had permission.
Alec could revoke it any time of course, or Parker if she ever got concerned that Alec wouldn't still be hers at heart. Eliot would never make either of them uncomfortable if he could help it. But if they were both good with it?
Then he saw no reason anymore not to rip Alec's clothes off and throw him on the bed. The hacker squacked at the manhandling of course, but he was putty under Eliot's hungry mouth and already hard himself. Good thing their mark had slicked Eliot up with that plug, because he had no patience left, only need.
It still burned when he led his friend's cock into his hole with one hand as he knelt above him. He was lubed, but not well stretched. Well, he was past caring either way. All his pain was already converted into want, so he took no time sitting down as Alec's eyes almost popped out from the heated clutch descending on him.
He barely even took a moment to breathe before lifting himself back up either and less than that before he slammed down. He needed to finish like three hours ago and Alec spontaneously looked right on par with him, shouting at the sensations, hands seizing Eliot's hips hard.
They were both close. Fuck, Eliot was so close, but phantom restrictions still only made his balls boil with despair, like he still couldn't get there even though nothing was stopping him anymore and then Alec caught his eyes and rose up. The hacker's clever hands buried themselves in his hair and pulled him down with force, to kiss him like a lover, and only let go to bite him with a passion few people if any but their closest circle even knew he possessed.
Biting like a kiss was not enough, at his lips, his throat, his collarbones and finally below that. Biting the throbbing, pulsing nubs that were already so deep red and alive from the metal piercing his flesh. Eliot barely realized that he had forgotten to jerk his cock and it only barely rubbed against Alec's belly. The taste of Alec's tongue on his, Alec's cock inside him and his teeth pinching one sorely tenderized nipple were enough of a last step to finally kick him over the edge.
They'd still talk later, about the three people thing. But for now he finally found his relief, pulling Alec after him as his body clamped down on him in the throws of pleasure.
Sinking into his pillows in the afterglow and spotting Parker in the beams, giving him the thumbs up from her perch, all decked out in her climbing gear as she was at her happiest, he felt confident that they were all going to sort it out alright.