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Remote Control

GazGhostSoap

Tags: Threesome, sex Toys, cock rings, butt plug, vibrator, FtM Ghost, Barracks Bunny Ghost, bottom Ghost, Top Gaz, Top Soap, double penetration, mild degradation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, fingering

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Pt. 1 of this mini-series here (Barracks Bunny Ghost)

Simon is having the time of his bloody life.

It is currently 0200 and some change, and he's watching his two favourite sergeants on the course.

Ever since he let Kyle in on his barracks bunny escapades, Gaz and Soap have been attached at the hip. Their most recent goal has been to convince Ghost to let them fuck him together.

Johnny wants his ass and Kyle wants his front.

Simon, ever the horny mess he is, has agreed. On one condition – they can both meet their training course record times from boot camp. While wearing vibrating cock rings, of course.

This was something that required privacy – he can't be seen giving any men special treatment, and using official equipment for purely sex-related reasons was something Ghost doesn't like to do.

Fucking Kyle in the gym was a rare occasion, but he hadn’t exactly planned to actually fuck him when he pinned him down.

“Alright, you've had time to familiarize yourselves with the course,” Simon calls out. “Make your way back to the start.”

“You're fucking mad for this, Simon,” Johnny calls out, a wicked grin on his face. His eyes look a bit crazed. He's no doubt chock full of adrenaline.

“Shut up and get ready to watch me fuck him while you struggle to finish the course,” Gaz scoffs as he stretches his arms over his head and rolls his neck. “This is going to be so bloody easy.” He directs his voice to Ghost. “Miss your cunt, sir. It's been too long.”

Ghost snorts. “Cute. Almost adorable. But–” He stands and grabs a stopwatch. “Neither of you gets to fuck me until both of you finishes.”

Both of the men share an incredulous look before huffing and steeling themselves, staring straight ahead. They both know not to try and plead for a different outcome now, at least.

Ghost desperately wants them riled up and horny beyond belief if he's taking them together.

“And remember: I'm wearing a plug for this. Don't fucking waste my time.” He hears the barely stifled noise from Soap and smirks. “You each have five chances. First one in ten, nine, eight…”

He knows they've forgotten about the two remotes in his pocket by the determined looks on their faces. Soap casts him a wary glance and shifts on his feet during the countdown, so Simon decides to spare him just a bit longer.

Once they step off, Simon clicks the remote for the ring around Gaz's cock and watches with glee as he crumples to the ground with a loud, strangled sound.

They're special rings, with a special little arm that cups under their balls and reaches to press against their perineum. Absolutely devastating perfection.

When he hears Soap's loud laughter and taunts halfway up the climbing rope, Simon perks his brow and clicks his button twice. A fall from about 2 meters isn't enough to break bones, but the way Soap's pained cry turns into a desperate moan as he grabs at his crotch is absolute music of the highest degree to Ghost's ears.

“What's wrong, men? I thought this would be easy.”

Gaz pushes himself to his knees, and then his feet, gasping for air. “Fuck you, Ghost.”

Simon smirks as he gets comfortable in his chair and rests against the back. “That's the plan, innit? Seems like you two aren't gonna make it that far.”

Kyle flips him off and Ghost chuckles. “What a waste. I'm sure that would feel good inside me, Gaz.”

He watches the man stumble and curse loudly before taking a steadying breath as he finally arrives at the climbing rope and stares up at the bell five meters off the ground.

“There's no way we can make it. Can we start over?”

“You don't get a do-over until you complete the course,” Simon says conversationally. “Until you both complete the course.”

Gaz curses loudly, halfway up the rope, and glares down at Soap who's still on his knees, gasping for air. “Dammit – Tav! Come on!”

“Fuck off!” Johnny snaps, pulling himself to his feet before he starts hauling his body up the rope. “This is your bloody fault. You just had to make it a competition!”

Simon watches them bicker, waits until they've carefully lowered themselves to the ground and head to the tires. He watches Gaz pull ahead and waits until he's almost finished, mouth open and taunting Soap for being so slow, before he ups Gaz's ring to the same level as Johnny. Ghost can't help his quiet moan as he watches Kyle crumple to the ground again with a pitiful sound, hand reaching to rub over his dick that's hard and rubbing aggravatingly against his briefs.

He makes another softer noise as he watches Johnny hobble over and help Kyle to his feet, an arm around his shoulders as he aides him in finishing the tires.

It's a grueling ten minutes watching them struggle through the course. And when they finally make the loop, ending up back in front of Simon, they collapse to the ground in front of him.

“That was quite pitiful, you two.”

“S-Si… Si, we can't. We're sorry. We can't,” Johnny gasps out, grabbing Simon’s ankle before pressing his face against his calf. “There's no way we can make those times.” His hands are trembling. Simon looks to Kyle, who's on his back, twitching and trembling himself, body wracked with pleasure. “You two expect to fuck me with these things on and you can't even manage a course?”

Ghost stands and sighs, handing both of them a remote to his own devices.

“Turn these on. Whatever level you want. I'm going to get set up.”

Johnny and Kyle look at the remotes in their hands and then at Simon.

“You don't think he's…?” Johnny starts, but Kyle turns and narrows his eyes at Simon before clicking his remote to on and turning it to the highest setting. He watches Simon stumble, his knees briefly giving out where he's running to the tires, but quickly recover.

“Turn yours on, Tav.”

Johnny shifts and hisses out a sharp breath as he relieves some of the pressure from his own toy before he does the same as Gaz had to his own remote.

They can hear the muttered curses from Ghost, but he doesn't falter more than a simple misstep.

He finishes with an ease that has both of the Sergeants scowling at him as he walks over and clicks stop on the stopwatch. Barely five seconds past Kyle's record. “Not my best,” Simon huffs out, kicking Johnny's thigh to get him and Kyle to follow him back to his chair. He sits down and points to the ground at his feet. Johnny immediately falls to his knees, clinging to Ghost's calf.

Gaz narrows his eyes and Simon rolls his own before clicking the vibrations up one more notch. Kyle falls to his knees not of his own volition, gasping out a surprised moan as he does. He rests his forehead against Ghost's thigh, gasping for air.

“Beg for it, since you can't make the course.”

Johnny shifts forward, grinding down against Simon's boot. Something they indulge in every so often. Johnny adores the degradation and falls in line easily.

“P-Please, Simon. Please, I want to fuck you. I'm sorry we didn't do the course. Please, I promise it'll feel good. Please…”

Ghost combs his fingers through the already mussed mohawk and smiles assuredly at Soap before turning to Gaz. “Well?”

“I'm not… begging… for what I… deserve,” Kyle gasps out through gritted teeth.

Simon chuckles as he stands, pulling Johnny up with him. He sets a hand atop Kyle's head and has him hold the position on his knees as Johnny starts unbuckling Ghost's pants from behind.

“Beg, Garrick.”

Kyle lifts his head, scowling as Simon cups his chin and affectionately brushes his thumb over the scar there.

“I don't… beg… when I d-deserve,” he mutters, eyes squeezing shut as he fights back a whimper when Simon ups the vibrations.

Johnny settles behind Ghost, hands trailing up his front, pushing at his shirt and bunching it over his arms as he feels over his chest. He's grinding against his backside, panting against his shoulder as he whispers his gratitude to Simon.

“No one, Garrick, is entitled to my body,” Simon says, slow and measured. He's reminding himself not to get angry. Gaz doesn't understand the implication of ‘deserving’ Simon. “I may let my men have their way with me, but it is only when I want and how I want.”

Kyle scowls. “You treat us like toys.”

“Otherwise you would treat me like one. Just a nice big pocket pussy to use whenever you want.” Simon grabs his jaw and digs his fingers in. “If you don't like this, no one is keeping you here.”

They stand like that, glaring at each other for what feels like an eon to Johnny. He can't help but break the silence by trailing his fingers down Simon's arm before trailing them across Gaz's cheekbone. “He knows, Si. He's… He doesn't like begging.”

Ghost narrows his eyes further and Gaz finally breaks contact, glaring off to the side. “I won't beg.”

“Then why should I let you?”

“Because I will make you feel good,” Kyle mutters, pulling both men's hands away from his face as he stands to his feet, settling his hands on Simon's hips. “You know that.”

“You beg for me to cum on your cock,” Simon whispers, fingers hooking through Kyle's belt loops as he tugs him in close, their fronts flush together. “You lie, Sergeant.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” Kyle says quietly, squeezing Johnny's bicep as he trails his other fingers along the waistband of Simon's briefs.

“Why should I forgive you?”

Kyle slips his fingers in the front of Simon's briefs, resting their foreheads together. Simon finally trusted his touch. “Because I make you feel good. Tav makes you feel good. Sir, imagine how good we'd feel together. How good we'd make you feel.”

He watches Simon's eyes flutter shut, feels him gasp as air rushes past his lips so close to Kyle's as he slides his cock between two fingers. “Let me show you, sir.”

“And there,” Ghost whispers, connecting their lips in a brief kiss as he smirks. “There is your begging, Sergeant. You may do as you please.”

Johnny laughs quietly at the miffed look on Kyle's face. “Don't fight. Please. I'm about to mess my pants, you two.”

“Then your pants will be as dirty as Riley's tactics,” Gaz mutters light heartedly.

“Nowhere near as dirty as the two of you when you fuck me,” Simon chuckles. “We're heading back to my quarters. Gather your shite.”

Ghost can't be surprised, really, when Johnny picks him up and throws him over his shoulder after his pants are fastened back on. Kyle trails behind with their duffels, watching Simon with a smirk. He holds up a remote and waves it in his face.

“I didn't realise there were two buttons, but then I felt that little arm that reaches up when I was stroking your dick, sir,” He says quietly, then presses the button. A small suction arm, settled against the head of his dick. Simon curses quietly before moaning, trembling as Johnny drops him down to hold him against his front and lets Simon bury his face in the curve of his neck.

“You sound so much better like this,” Soap says with a grin before carefully depositing Ghost on his own bed as Kyle locks the door.

“F-Fuck you,” Simon mutters, back arching when Johnny rubs his fingers over his cunt, shifting the vibe settled there to hit his dick perfectly.

“Plan on it being the other way around, actually,” Gaz smirks, grabbing Simon's jaw and pulling him into a messy kiss before rolling them over so he was straddling Kyle's waist. His shorts were shed when he was settled on the mattress, and now Johnny lifts Simon's shirt over his head. Kyle paws at his chest before squeezing the muscle, hungry eyes raking over his torso. “Wanna know what's better?”

Soap steps up behind them, fingers tapping over the plug in Ghost's ass, grinning deviously at the soft sound it pulls from him. “What?”

“We're used to the rings now, Tav.”

“Mostly,” he agrees, finally pulling the plug out of Simon, immediately pushing three fingers in to fill the space. Simon lets out a filthy moan as he collapses against Gaz's chest. He's pent up. It's been a week, a whole week on a solo op. “We also get to break him back in. He's going to make the prettiest sounds.”

Johnny hums his agreement as he reaches for the lube. “He doesn't know what he signed up for.”

“Will you two shut the fuck up and get in me already?” Simon mutters, rolling his hips against the bulge in Kyle's pants. “Or I'll go grab someone else.”

“They won't. Kiddos got in trouble while you were away. We get first spoils,” Johnny chuckles. “And right now they're more scared of us than you.”

“Arseholes,” Simon grumbles, shifting his weight so Kyle can unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock.

“How small is the toy in the front, Riley?”

“Why?” Simon huffs out. He tenses up when he feels Kyle's cockhead pushing at his cunt, pressing in alongside the arm of the toy nestled inside.

“Because, sir,” Kyle whispers, reaching for Simon's hip with a free hand to hold him steady as he slowly sinks down on his length. “Fucking you with that toy will make you scream.”

“S-So–” Simon cuts off on a desperate, filthy sound as Kyle finally bottoms out.

“You already can't speak, and Tav hasn't even joined me yet,” Kyle chuckles darkly as he reaches to spread Simon's ass for his friend. They share a triumphant look as Johnny steps close and rubs his slicked cock between Simon's cheeks and over his hole. When he opens his mouth to complain, Johnny pushes in. Any demand or attempt at coherent thought dies on Ghost's tongue as a desperate, loud moan replaces them.

“There you go,” Johnny murmurs, open palms sliding up Simon's back before cupping under his jaw and turning his head to face Johnny before he kisses him briefly. “That's it, take it like a man.”

Simon moans weakly, eyes screwing shut as he tries to just breathe.

“S-So full…”

“Yeah?” Kyle chuckles, rolling his hips as he watches Simon's eyes squeeze shut again, jaw dropping around a sharp gasp of pleasure. “Finally gonna be satisfied? Both your greedy holes filled together?”

Simon makes another mangled, desperate sound as Johnny pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. “Christ, doll, you don't usually shake like this,” he chuckles. “You're feeling it, aren't you?”

Simon nods, panting already as Kyle grabs his hips and lifts him just barely before he starts moving as well.

“Touch yourself, Riley. Hold the toy and make sure it doesn't– bloody hell,” Gaz whispers, watching Simon tremble and gasp as an orgasm wracks his body. “Mother of fucking Christ.”

“This is so fucking hot,” Johnny moans happily, rolling his hips at a steady pace as he makes eye contact with Gaz. “We have to do this more often.”

Simon makes a quiet, noncommittal sound before reaching between his legs, still resting heavy against Kyle as he curls his fingers around the toy. “You promised to make me scream, Sergeant.”

“How could I say no to that?” Gaz chuckles, nails digging into skin. He waits for Johnny to adjust his grip, and, again, right as Simon opens his mouth to complain, they both pull out and fuck into him simultaneously.

Simon's eyes go wide as he chokes on a moan before rolling back in his head as they flutter shut.

“There you go,” Kyle mutters, heels digging into the mattress as he sets a brutal pace with Johnny. “There's a good boy.”

Simon makes a strangled sound at the words, turning his head to sink his teeth into Gaz's shoulder as he starts shaking with the overwhelming pleasure consuming his entire being. They feel amazing, perfect, and he's so fucking full.

“ ‘s so goo-ood…”

Soap moans happily as he hears the words, looping one of his arms around Ghost's front before putting the perfect bit of pressure against his lower abdomen.

“Oh, fuck–” he gasps out, words nearly drowned out by the loud cry of pleasure from Simon. “Kyle, christ, swear I can feel you, mate.”

Gaz moans quietly and bites back a grin. “Pressure is nice, mate. And he's clenching so perfect.”

“R-Ri-ight there…” Simon huffs out, hands fisting the duvet as he chokes on another loud cry when Johnny applies the pressure to his abdomen once more.

They continue ignoring him, chatting like he isn't there.

“Aye, feels like a vice,” Soap agrees, turning to kiss the junction where Ghost's neck meets his shoulder. “He's shaking so bad. Swear he's gonna–”

Simon cuts Johnny off with another loud cry as he collapses back down against Gaz's chest, sobbing with pleasure as another orgasm tears through his body.

“There it is,” Johnny chuckles, somewhat breathlessly. “He's doing bloody perfect.”

Kyle hums his agreement as Simon whines quietly at the praise. “No surprise. Riley's made to take dick.”

He laughs at the glare the words earn him, but it's morseso the way Simon's eyes roll back in his head when Johnny presses on his abdomen once more. “What a good cockslut he is, Tav.”

Simon wants to tell them to shut up and stop talking, he's right there, talk to him, but Johnny takes a handful of his hair and pulls him backwards, forcing his back into an arch. He chokes on a sound, gasping for air, and then sobs as he feels Johnny pick up the pace. Everything aches in the best possible way and Ghost is bursting at the seams, filled to the brim.

Kyle reaches a hand up and pushes two fingers in his mouth and Simon immediately locks his lips around them, eyes falling shut as he sucks desperately at the digits.

He's rocked back and forth, over and over, another two orgasms recklessly fucked out of him by his two sergeants. Who still won't shut up, discussing with each other how good he feels and how tight he's clenching down and how close they are. How pretty his sounds are, how fucked out he looks, what a perfect fucking slut Simon is.

Johnny pulls out first, ignoring Simon's desperate sound at being left empty as he strips his cock, moaning low and fast before he's cumming across Simon's back. He's shuddering as he feels every drop hit his skin, gasping around Kyle's fingers still in his mouth, two upgraded to three, as he starts rolling his hips filthily. Chasing yet another orgasm. It's building fast, he's almost there, but then Kyle flips them over and he pulls out, fingers that had been in Simon's mouth plunging into his cunt, fucking him to his orgasm that hits the same time as Kyle's as he paints the blond's front.

Johnny is already pressing against Simon's side, reaching for the toy, sharing a nod with a still gasping Kyle as they both work to wrench another orgasm from him. Each holding down a shoulder, pinning him to the mattress, goading Ghost on and mimicking every breathless moan and whimper as what he thinks is his final orgasm, much too soon, is pulled out of him by expert fingers.

He's wound exceptionally tight, back arched extraordinarily high off the mattress as both men cover his mouth to muffle the scream he's letting out.

They switch off once Simon relaxes and for a brief moment he thinks he's being offered reprieve. And then he feels three fingers press back into his cunt, and Kyle is shifting the toy, fucking him with it, applying and removing and reapplying the suction against his exhausted dick.

Simon merely sobs, thrashing on the mattress between them, hips slowly raising off the bed as he both chases and tries to escape the touch.

Kyle leans over and kisses along his jaw, Johnny grabbing his head and biting his way into a messy kiss. It doesn't take much more before they're both having to muffle a weaker, crackling scream as Simon's final orgasm wracks his body. Kyle pulls the toy out but Johnny keeps his fingers fucking into him, both of them moaning weakly as they watch Simon squirt.

When he finally collapses back against the mattress he's gasping for air, body wracked with tremors as both men whisper soothing praise and thank him for everything. Thank him for the orgasms and the time and tell him how gorgeous he is and how wonderful he was.

“I think you should let us both fuck you more often,” Kyle whispers with a mischievous grin, fingers tracing patterns over Simon's chest. Johnny hums his agreement, leaning in to kiss Simon's cheek.

“Maybe on my time off. I'm going to be fucked for PT in the morning,” Ghost groans.

“So… you liked it?”

“Kyle, I fucking squirted.”

“...that doesn't mean you liked it.”

“I swear to Christ–”

“What grumpy means is it was amazing and he can't believe you have to ask,” Johnny interrupts, rubbing soothing circles over Simon's stomach.

“No, he wants me to give him ammunition to use against me later,” Ghost grumbles. “I know how he works.”

“It's true,” Gaz grins, leaning over Ghost to kiss Soap quickly. “I'm a bit of a dick.”

“A bit?” Ghost grumbles.

“You happen to like my dick, if those screams I had to muffle were anything to go by.”

“Excuse you,” Johnny scoffs. “My dick was also part of that.”

Kyle waves him off light-heartedly.

“Also! My fingers were in him when he squirted, Kyle.”

“Oh my God!” Ghost interrupts. “Ladies, ladies. Stop. You're both beautiful, and my head is pounding. Can we shut up?”

“We should get you to the shower. Messy, messy slut.”

“Kyle, I will kick you out of my room naked.”

“Be a blessing to anyone that sees me, sir.”

Simon rubs his hands over his face and sighs begrudgingly. “I can't believe I let you fuck me.”

“Me, either,” Johnny agrees. He and Kyle bicker light-heartedly as they each offer a shoulder to Ghost to get him to his ensuite. The shower is small and cramped and anything but relaxing, so Simon steps out halfway through and glares at the two men as they finish up. He kicks them out and locks the bathroom so he can have a shower of his own while they clean up the mess they made of his room.

He compliments them quietly when he finally steps out, and sighs softly as he sees them awkwardly milling about by the door.

“Fine! Fine, you can both stay the night. Needy fucking shites,” Simon huffs as he climbs into his bed.

Gaz and Soap strip back down to their boxers before they're climbing in, ending up halfway on top of Ghost each as they settle down and get comfy after the lights are turned out.

“Good night Tav, Riley.”

“Night Kyle. Goodnight Si.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Simon grumbles, before sighing at the expectant silence he's met with. “Goodnight Kyle, Johnny. Please let me sleep.”

“Alright, sir. I'll stop talking.”

“Me too.”

“I swear to Christ–” Simon starts, but Kyle and Johnny lean up and kiss either side of his face before tucking themselves in against his side.

He is grateful for the darkness in the room that hides his contented smile as both men kiss his shoulders before they all properly settle down for the night and drift off.

They can't know they're Simon's favourites.

He's not even sure he wants to admit it to himself just yet.

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