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eaglesex · 1 year ago

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my face is yours, my seething's yours

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Warning: Dubcon/noncon, sadism, unhealthy relationships, mentions of murder, general Ryan fuckery

“There you go! Much better, isn’t it? What do you think, Toph?”

Topher glances over, more out of duty than interest and shrugs. “Yeah, I think it’s alright.”

Ryan scoffs at that, playing up the hurt a little for the sake of drama. “'Alright'? You’ve got no taste, you know that?”

“Sure, whatever you say.” He isn’t going to argue with Ryan over something Ryan is so clearly pleased about. He’s expecting the same enthusiastic reply but honestly, Topher doesn’t care at all that Ryan found a new plaything.

It should be a relief – it is a relief. Ryan can focus his energy on picking someone else apart for a change.

Topher really doesn’t care.

“Mmmph!” Troy protests admist their bickering. He can’t make a lot of sound behind the duct tape and the rag in his mouth, but his wide eyes spilling tears down his cheeks are enough to convey his fear and discomfort.

Ryan crouches down beside him and Troy flinches, tries to wriggle backwards. With the awkward way he is crumpled on the floor, arms and legs tied together tightly, he can barely do much more than squirm.

“Awww…” Ryan grabs a handful of his hair and lifts him up, ignoring the muffled yelps of pain. “You’re so cute when you can’t run your big dumb mouth, you know that? You should learn to be more like Topher. He barely speaks unless spoken to.”

Topher shoots him an annoyed look but doesn’t come to his rescue. He knows better than to cross Ryan, especially when he gets into one of his...moods.

“Mmmmm-mmph!” Even while gagged Troy’s talkativity doesn’t lessen, he whines and whimpers like he’s trying to convey a message, one that is most likely, ‘hey get me out of here what are you doing stop hurting me please i just want to go home’, if Topher has to guess.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Ryan shakes his head, disappointed in the lack of immediate obedience and drops Troy again, letting him writhe on the ground as he stands. Without hesitation, he places his boot directly onto the bound man’s throat.

Topher finds himself watching with baited breath, now completely unable to focus on the tasks at hand.

Ryan holds himself comfortably in that position, relaxed and smirking casually while his foot pinned Troy in place. He knew exactly how much pressure to use without severely hurting him. It’s restraint Topher knows very well, when Ryan wants to draw out the fun for as long as possible. He loves breaking his toys but he is methodical about it, poking and prodding until they come slowly come undone.

He is beautiful, in a grotesque way, like fire is to a moth and Topher finds himself drawn to his cruel power involuntarily.

Troy continues to sob as he is held in place and it does nothing to earn him any sympathy from either game runners.

“He’s worse than Mikey, isn’t he? But far cuter, heh. I think we should keep this one, Toph.”

Topher pulls his gaze away from Troy and looks up, only to find Ryan’s already looking back at him. He cocks an eyebrow and Topher hurries to appease him.

“Yes- yeah, sure. What do you want to do with him? He doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere.”

“Well, I’m glad you asked. Come over here.” Ryan watches as he shuffles over and Topher hopes he doesn’t see the reluctance in his expression. It’s not like he’s squeamish. He helped run WOE.BEGONE after all. But something about this strikes Topher the wrong way. Maybe because Troy is not nearly as annoying and deserving of violence as Mike Walters.

He comes to stand awkwardly next to Ryan.

Ryan is grinning like a wolf in a sheep’s pen. “I taught you well, didn’t I?”

“Er...yes?”

“Okay, now how about you teach Troy something I taught you. See how well you internalized my training.”

Topher stared at him. A few seconds pass and he realizes Ryan isn’t going to take back his order.

“You want me to teach him...what?”

“I’m sure you can figure that out, Toph. Come oooon, don’t make me do all the hard work.” Ryan finally removed his foot from Troy’s neck and sat down on the couch. With the way he’s leaning back, legs spread comfortably and an arm splayed over the back of the couch, he looks completely at ease in comparison to the two men who are either staring awkwardly or crying in fear.

Ryan raises his chin at Topher, a silent demand to get on with it already.

All of this for time travel. Topher thinks he should’ve just applied for OVER instead. Or even as a Flinchite Boot.

He lets out a long suffering sigh and kneels down next to Troy. The bound man tries to scoot away to no avail. He stares up at Chris, begging with his eyes to let him go.

Maybe he does feel a bit bad for Troy. At least Ryan gave him the choice as to what trick he should teach Troy, instead of demanding he just hurts him right on the fly.

“Errr…” Topher takes a moment to think. Ryan has trained him to be more complacent, a good little soldier who obediently follows orders and doesn’t dare to question his genius. Usually his ‘training’ was getting killed by disgruntled players whenever he got too snippy with Ryan. On a few occasions, Ryan did get him in compromising positions and had his way with him.

Topher blushes. Wait, was Ryan expecting him to fuck Troy in front of him?

He glances over but Ryan doesn’t say anything else. He just watches, an amused smile playing on his lips. The sight of him so focused on Topher sends a pleased shiver down his spine. It gives him the push he needs to make a decision.

“I’m not gonna hurt you unless you make me, understand?” He says to Troy, his tone hardening. He can hear Ryan snort and it spurs him on further. “And I don’t want to hear another peep from you. If you speak without permission, you’ll regret it.”

Knowing what he knows about the security guard, that’s going to be nigh impossible, but it’s a good start.

He leans down and yanks the duct tape from Troy’s mouth, the strong adhesive leaving behind angry wet marks. Troy’s lucky enough to still be gagged with the sock they shoved down his throat as he cries out. Topher plucks it from his mouth, tossing it away in slight disgust. Ugh, he hates these things. He’s got bad memories, him and socks.

“Please let me go please please please-” Troy starts the second he’s caught his breath. Topher doesn’t hesitate. He backhands him harshly, sending him crumbling to the floor all over again.

In the corner of his eye, he can see Ryan shake his head.

“I thought the order was pretty clear.”

Troy whimpers but this time keeps his mouth shut.

Good boy lingers on the edge of Toph’s tongue. He doesn’t say it. Ryan doesn’t need to hear him say that, even if he thinks Troy would react far better to praise than he would to being smacked around. He does bury his hand into Troy’s hair, just holding him there as he would with a pup.

“Here, Toph. Catch.” Ryan’s holding an honest to god dog muzzle – when did he get that, wait how did he have that, was that meant for Topher at some point or did Ryan find a way to buy that before this whole thing got started? - and Topher is left holding it, a bit dumbfounded.

There’s an odd feeling in his gut. He’s not sure he likes it.

He looks back at Troy who is watching with wide eyes, trying to figure out when they’re going to hurt him again. The muzzle isn’t going to stop him from speaking but it’ll suit him nicely.

In a second it’s fastened to Troy’s head. It looks a bit ridiculous in an endearing way and coupled with the redness from the tape and the slowly growing bruise from where Topher had hit him. He can see the appeal.

“You don’t speak unless I tell you to, you hear?” He says to Troy, aiming for stern and landing somewhere between awkward and half hearted. He tries to imagine its Mikey instead, tries to channel his disgust and anger into aggression he could use to hurt Troy with. He doesn’t really want to hurt him as much as he wants Ryan to approve.

It’s all about Ryan, in the end.

He glowers at Troy, who nods meekly. If his arms were untied, Topher is certain he would’ve done the zipping-lips-and-throwing-away-the-key motion.

“Come on, Toph, you can do better than that.” Ryan calls in a playful heckle, winking in response to Topher shooting him a look. “Where’s the big scary guy I know is hiding in there? You didn’t go soft on me, did ya?”

“No, Ryan, I’m going slow.”

“Too slow if you ask me. D’you want me to remind you how its done?”

Topher looks down at Troy who frantically shakes his head. He’s already picked up on the fact that Ryan means more trouble for him.

Without thinking, Topher grabs Troy by the muzzle straps and pulls him off the ground, onto his knees. He looks down into the wide eyes of the security guard and his mind starts to drift, shutting out Ryan for a moment so he can think of what he wants.

“Are you any good with that mouth of yours?” He asks Troy.

Just as expected, Troy opens his mouth to speak, but he cuts himself off with a squeal when Topher yanks his head back by his hair.

“I’m sorry!” Troy cries, foolishly digging a deeper hole for himself. “I don’t know what you want from me!"

Topher doesn't realize Ryan got up to join him until he hears the sound of a gun hammer being cocked and sees the barrel pressed against Troy's temple, who stills immediately.

There's a moment of silence as all three look at each other.

"What?" Ryan asks, breaking the quiet first. "You're losing the plot, Topher. Thought I'd give you a hand."

"How exactly am I supposed to obey your order if you keep stepping in." Topher snaps back. He's suddenly feeling defensive and angry at Ryan for not trusting him to get this done.

Ryan is taking away his chance to impress him. Sure he didn't want to fuck with Troy originally but now he wants to prove what he can do, if only Ryan will have the courtesy to extend a little bit of trust.

Ryan is looking at him with pursed lips. Then he shrugs and takes away the gun, but he doesn't return to the couch. He stands there next to Troy, holding the weapon with his eyes trained on Topher.

One more chance. If he doesn't please Ryan now, Ryan will make sure to punish them both.

Topher is determined to get a good grade. He drops Troy back onto his knees and undoes his belt. His cock hasn't had the chance to harden between the jealousy he felt for Troy and the awkwardness of putting on a show for Ryan, but he suspects Troy's big mouth is useful for something other than blabbering, with the way that Troy watches him enraptured.

He goes to unclip the muzzle from around Troy's head but Ryan stops him with a, "Ah, hold on, Toph."

Topher pauses to watch as Ryan grips the front of the muzzle. With a click, the front unlatches and opens, allowing for an opening. It's big enough for Topher to be able to use it without scraping against the side of the plastic.

"...seriously, why do you have that."

Ryan shoots him a knowing smirk.

"Was that....did you plan this in advance?" Topher's face grows hot at the thought of Ryan looking at muzzles for one that not only have an opening up front but are big enough to let him face fuck their newest hostage with ease. Big enough for Ryan too. Again, Topher wonders if the muzzle was meant for him originally.

He imagines himself in Troy's place, bound tightly, staring up at a self satisfied Ryan unzipping his pants so he can force himself down Topher's throat. His cock hardens.

"You can examine it up close later." Ryan winks, sending a shiver down Topher's spine with the implication.

He tries to look less flustered as he grabs Troy by the muzzle straps on either side of his head and pulls him forward. Troy shuffles to meet him and he opens his mouth without any prompting to take all of Topher in, further and further and further until Topher hits the back of his throat.

"Fuck!"

Troy doesn't even flinch. He breathes heavily around the intrusion, nostrils flaring but then he swallows and any coherent thought evaporates out of Topher's mind. He starts thrusting forward mindlessly, only focused on his own pleasure. Ryan and the cabin disappears. All he cares about is the next thrust.

"Would you look at that, you are good at something." Ryan's voice cuts through the bliss. Topher struggles to regain his focus and look at what's going on. Ryan's hand is buried in Troy's hair, keeping him still for Topher while he mocks the bound guard.

"Mmmm!" Troy hums at Ryan in what sounds like agreement.

"Fuck-" Topher curses again. His fingers tighten in the straps of the muzzle and he pulls Troy close so he can fuck his mouth in earnest. Any mindfulness of being careful is long gone now, he needs more and he needs it right now. Ryan might as well not exist, not when there's a warm, eager, wet mouth around his cock, welcoming him down a tight throat.

He's not gonna last long. Topher moves one hand to bury it into Troy's hair, pulling at it until Troy opens his mouth wider for him. Just a few more thrusts and he'll be emptying himself down his willing throat – god he's so good, so obedient for Chris, taking in every inch of him even though he is being fucked with little to no grace.

Hot coils of pleasure begin to tighten inside of him, his muscles tensing and he is so close-

"Hold on there for a moment, Toph." Ryan's voice cuts through the haze and then he's feeling someone pull him away from the edge of climax.

"What!" Topher snaps, half a mind to shove Ryan away. He looks down at Troy, who is slowly pulling off Topher's cock with a dumb look on his face. His lips are swollen and red, and as they separate, a long string of saliva hangs between them. The image is so obscene Topher almost cums right there – if Ryan's grating interjections didn't demand his attention.

"You don't want to cum already, do you?"

"I very much do, Ryan!"

"No no no, where's the fun in that?" Ryan sneers as he eyes Topher, red faced, disheveled, harder than he's ever been before or at least it feels that way. He can't work up the energy to feel self conscious, only the growing urge to punch Ryan in the face.

"You didn't even train him to do anything. You told him to be quiet and then stuffed his mouth anyway, how's he supposed to learn from that?"

"I don't-" Topher swallows. "I really don't care about that right now."

"See, this is why you're always gonna be my bitch. No drive to climb to the top, you're happy to stay on the bottom as long as you get fed." Ryan kneels down next to Troy, a hand gripping the back of his neck in warning. "You're just like our little friend here, aren't you, Toph?"

Troy, still dazed, says nothing, just nods in agreement. He's more scared of Ryan than he is of Topher. Chris isn't sure if he feels indifferent or annoyed.

Ryan yanks the belt from Troy's pants in a quick movement and pulls them open so he can shove his hand inside. He looks pleased to find Troy hard and wanting, giving him a few quick experimental tugs.

Then he turns and grabs Topher's cock in his free hand. Topher lets out a startled moan and ruts up into the touch as the fading climb towards orgasm returns with a vengeance.

He sees Troy looking similarly overwhelmed by the sudden attention while Ryan looks on, unfazed except for the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He looks up at Topher and his gaze is intense, piercing through the fog. He doesn't have to say it. Topher can read it in his expression and without protest he lowers himself to his knees, across from Troy.

"There we go." Ryan says, pleased. Two grown men writhing pathetically underneath him as he plays with them like instruments. Exactly how he likes it.

Troy is noisy as expected, every inhale and exhale is followed by a needy whine and gasp, he strains against his rope to get closer to Ryan. There's no embarrassment or reserve as he wordlessly begs for more. Topher almost feels embarrassed for him and his lack of dignity, until he remembers all the times Ryan has managed to coax similar noises from him. His face flushes darker.

After all that earlier teasing, he's more worked up than Troy and he can feel his climax rapidly approaching.

"Ryan-" Topher chokes out, a warning he's close.

"First person to cum gets the muzzle." Ryan replies cheerfully and then, pointedly, gives Topher a firm stroke. He just grins obnoxiously as Topher curses him out.

"Sorry, Toph. Them's the rules."

"You just made that up, you fucking- ahh fuck, fuck Ryan!"

He tries to fight off his orgasm but Ryan knows how to play him like a fiddle, hitting all the right spots until he performs just the way Ryan wanted him to. It's not the first time he comes all over himself, pissed at Ryan, at himself and utterly humiliated. And it's one of the things that makes his orgasm stronger – or maybe he's just been conditioned into that fetish. At this point he doesn't know where he starts and Ryan's influence ends.

Topher finds himself on his hands and knees, panting as the cabin spins around him, Ryan's hand no longer around him. He can hear him talking to Troy but his ears are still ringing too much to make anything out.

A moment later, someone kneels next to him.

"How are you doin, Toph?"

"Ughh," He begins. "I've been-"

Something warm and plastic pushes itself against his mouth and he feels straps tighten around his head. He moves his head back indignantly, but the muzzle stays on. Ryan leans back, still grinning like a maniac.

"Ah ah ah. Dogs don't speak now, do they, right Troy?"

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