Beckett's Rules III, pt 3
Title: Beckett's Rules of Discipline III: Beckett's Epiphany
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@willendorphians.com
Characters: Beckett/Zelenka/McKay
Category: slash, h/c, BDSM
Rating: 'PG-17'
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: After the events in "Duet", Carson learns something about Rodney that he never expected. What will he and Radek do about it, now that they know?
Spoilers/Season: Season 2: "Duet"
Author's notes: This is the third in a series of episode based stories, where Carson and Radek, and then eventually Rodney are in a BDSM relationship. They will follow the series, and run in sequence, but each should also mostly stand alone.
Language/pronunciation notes: For some reason it's become important to me that y'all know how some of the words Radek is saying *sound*. In particular, the word 'pane' -which means 'sir'- has two syllables and is pronounced (more or less) pan-eh. Also, when we eventually get to it, 'milacku' (in which the 'c' is *supposed* to have a hachek over top of it -which gives it a 'ch' sound) is pronounced (again, more or less) MIL-ach-ku. Proper native speakers, please feel free to jump in and comment.
Title: Beckett's Rules of Discipline III: Beckett's Epiphany
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@willendorphians.com
Characters: Beckett/Zelenka/McKay
Category: slash, h/c, BDSM
Rating: 'PG-17'
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: After the events in "Duet", Carson learns something about Rodney that he never expected. What will he and Radek do about it, now that they know?
Spoilers/Season: Season 2: "Duet"
Author's notes: This is the third in a series of episode based stories, where Carson and Radek, and then eventually Rodney are in a BDSM relationship. They will follow the series, and run in sequence, but each should also mostly stand alone.
Language/pronunciation notes: For some reason it's become important to me that y'all know how some of the words Radek is saying *sound*. In particular, the word 'pane' -which means 'sir'- has two syllables and is pronounced (more or less) pan-eh. Also, when we eventually get to it, 'milacku' (in which the 'c' is *supposed* to have a hachek over top of it -which gives it a 'ch' sound) is pronounced (again, more or less) MIL-ach-ku. Proper native speakers, please feel free to jump in and comment.
Betas: Not really Betaed, but I still owe a debt of thanks to
ankhmutes for her ongoing excellent advice and encouragement in this series.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will, not claiming to. Just wanna play with 'em a little. Can't I, can't I, huh?
Beckett's Epiphany, part 3
"God yes," Rodney murmured, moving with near lightning swiftness from the sofa to drop to his knees before Carson. Radek was delighted to find that Carson had only turned slightly to allow room for Rodney, so that he remained kneeling close by his Top's side, easily close enough for him to see everything, even with his glasses off.
"Hands behind your back now, lad," Carson instructed as Radek felt his Top's hands leave his head to guide Rodney's away from his hips. "That's it; that's the way…" Now Rodney was bending down to take Carson's cock into his mouth with a soft moan of anticipation and Radek was discovering an altogether new sort of ecstasy.
Who could have guessed what a thrill it would be to see Carson's hands grasping Rodney's head to guide him up and down his cock, or the look of utter bliss on Rodney's face as took it all? Who could have known the fragile beauty revealed on the man's face as he let Carson fuck his face, eyes closed, the dark lashes lying against pale cheeks, the droplet of spit spilling over his lower lip to hang and then fall towards where his cock stood very hard and dark with need? Radek found himself trembling with arousal, and contending with an overpowering temptation to take something that he had not been given leave to take.
He knew it was wrong, but still Radek felt himself leaning forward, to see more closely, he told himself, to feel the heat of Rodney's body, to hear the sound of Rodney enthusiastically sucking at Carson's cock. Once begun, however, he could not seem to stop himself from touching, even with his hands still clutched behind his back. He found his lips brushing against the warm skin of Rodney's shoulder and sighed happily at the contact, even as he saw Rodney's cock twitch with pleasure. This was good; it was so good it would be worth anything…
There were suddenly fingers gripping his hair, pulling him back abruptly. "What's this then?" Carson's voice was hard with disapproval.
"I am so sorry pane," Radek gasped, head bowed with honest remorse. "So very sorry. I… I could not stop myself… I…"
"There'll be a price to pay, lad," Carson admonished sternly.
"I know; I know," Radek murmured wretchedly. "It will not happen again, I promise."
"Aye," said Carson. "It won't, because you'll be sitting on the sofa till I'm done here. Now off you go."
Radek nodded miserably and stood, not unaware of Rodney's wide, startled eyes following him as he made his way to the sofa and sat, hands still clutched behind his back.
"Now then," said Carson to Rodney as Radek settled himself. "I think I'd very much like to come in your mouth, lad. How would you like that?"
Even at this distance with his glasses off, Radek could see Rodney's throat move as he swallowed. "Please?" he managed after a moment.
There was a flash of white teeth as he saw his Top grin. "I thought you might," he said with a chuckle. "You're such a good lad." Then Carson took hold of Rodney, bending his head to take his cock once again, and began to fuck Rodney's face in earnest, fingers curling to clutch at his close cropped hair.
"Yes…" Carson began to murmur as he pleasured himself. "Oh that's bloody brilliant that is… God, your mouth… so hot… so good… going to come now… going to…ah, God… ahh…"
Radek saw Carson's body stiffen as he climaxed, heard Rodney moan as he tasted Carson's cum pulsing into his mouth and then Carson was pulling back, bending to take Rodney's mouth in an altogether proprietary kiss.
Radek's own breaths were coming in short gasps as he watched the two of them, and then Carson was sitting on the sofa beside him and pulling him into his arms to share the taste of Rodney and his own spending. Radek groaned into the kiss, thrilling at the tastes and at Carson's strong hand at the back of his head, pressing him close.
"Oh my god…" This was Rodney, still kneeling on the floor, hands still clasped behind his back and his voice rough with arousal. Carson drew back from Radek to regard him. "Oh my god, that was hot…" Indeed, Rodney's arousal was clear even for Radek to see, and he wanted it, as much as he'd ever wanted Carson's. His Top's hand was still firm on the back of his neck, however, reminding him of the unfinished business he'd instigated a moment before.
"Now Radek, lad," Carson said. "I believe it's time for you to make some amends, aye?"
"Ano pane," Radek said, eyes downcast.
"And how will you do that?" Carson asked.
"I must be punished, pane," Radek answered.
"And what are you to be punished for today, lad?"
"For impertinence," Radek recited, "and for taking liberties without permission."
"Aye, that'll do," said Carson. "Now off you go. You know what's needed."
Radek did indeed. Standing away from the comfort of his Top's firm hand, Radek made his way to the bed, dropping to his knees at the foot of it to draw out a small chest from beneath it and opening the lid. From its contents Radek extracted a plain wooden paddle and turned to hand it to Carson who had followed, bringing Rodney with him. Radek then unfastened and stepped out of his trousers, relieved beyond words to have his cock freed at last, in spite of what was to come. Finally, he mounted the bed to position himself on his hands and knees and waited for his Top to do as he wished.
"Your little transgression is going to cost you five strokes," Carson announced, "but I'm thinking you might like the chance to earn a few privileges for later as well, now wouldn't you, lad?"
Would he, ever?! "Ano, prosim," Radek answered eagerly.
"Aye, I thought as much," said Carson with a chuckle. "Now here's what they'll cost you. Five more strokes to touch him, as you were allowed to touch him before, ten to use your mouth, but only above the waist, fifteen to touch his cock or nipples, and twenty if you want to suck him."
This was a complete no-brainer if ever there was one, but still, Radek had to nerve himself up to ask. "Prosim… please pane, I will take twenty."
"That's in addition to the five you've earned from your bit of naughtiness earlier," Carson reminded him.
"Ano, ano," Radek replied, wanting desperately to get on with it and take the privileges he'd earned. "Prosim, pane."
"Ye don't think I'm sellin' you too cheaply, do you?" Carson asked Rodney with a chuckle, but Rodney could only shake his head, eyes wide with arousal.
"Alright then," Carson said, moving to stand beside the bed. "Rodney, I'd like you to stay right where you are to watch, and no touching –I hardly think I need to remind you of the consequences?" Rodney shook his head again, vigorously. "Radek, knees apart, arse up," Carson instructed as he did always, and as always, Radek complied instantly.
One of Carson Beckett's real talents as a Top was the perfect control he had of his own strength. The paddle could deliver anything from the mildest sting to punishingly painful blows, depending on how it was wielded, and with Carson, this was never a matter of chance. Tonight Carson made the paddle strike hard, so that Radek was crying out by the third or fourth stroke. He knew Rodney was watching, and wondered how this must all seem to him, but before long even these questions were driven altogether out of his thoughts.
Soon Radek knew only that the last stroke had hurt and the next would hurt just as badly when it came, though he never knew exactly when that would be, because Carson always spaced his blows out unevenly. He knew that his cock ached with need and that his ass hurt and that he craved another stroke from the paddle almost as much as he wanted someone to touch his cock, and that he had no control over any of these things.
As always, it was completely unexpected when the blows stopped and Radek found himself emitting little whimpering sobs. Even more unexpected was the sound of another voice nearby, breathily murmuring, "Oh god… oh god, oh my god," over and over again. Rodney, Radek realized as his brain's higher functions slowly returned, and he did not seem too terribly distressed –not in a bad way, anyhow.
Carson's hand, cool and soothing on his abused ass, stroked him softly now as he calmed and comforted Radek, kissing away his tears and praising him for taking the punishment so well. Then Radek felt the bed sink a bit as Carson beckoned Rodney over to sit beside him, laying an arm over his shoulder.
"How was that then?" Carson checked in with Rodney, who Radek could hear breathing a little unsteadily.
"Why…" Rodney gasped, "why was that so hot?"
Carson laughed kindly, and Radek might have himself if he hadn't still been catching his breath. "Because he wanted to take it," Carson answered, "and I wanted to give it, and because maybe there's some part of you that'd like to take something like that yourself, someday."
"I… I don't know," said Rodney uncertainly.
"We'll no push, lad," Carson assured him. "You'll know when it's right and you'll tell us then, aye?"
"Okay…" said Rodney.
"Now," Carson continued, "Radek's endured quite a bit for the privilege of sucking your cock, but I don't imagine that's anything you've any objection to."
"Um, no?" Rodney managed after a moment.
"I thought not," said Carson with a chuckle. "And I think he's ready for you just as he is, aye?"
"Prosim, pane," Radek, still on his hands and knees on the bed, whined just a little. Carson steadied Rodney, stricken wordless with anticipation, as he knelt up on the bed, his cock up-thrust and ready at Radek's lips.
"Go ahead and use your hands now, lad," Carson encouraged Rodney. "Radek's needing his right where they are."
Both of them moaned aloud as Rodney took hold of Radek's head and pulled it down onto his cock, and Radek happily opened his mouth to take it in. Close beside him he heard Carson sigh with pleasure.
"Now that is a lovely sight," he said, "but as much as I'll enjoy watching it, ye know how much I do love taking your arse all warm from a paddling."
And Radek did know, very well indeed. Even as he happily applied himself to the task of sucking Rodney's cock, he welcomed the sensation of Carson's lube slicked fingers at his opening a few moments later, and very shortly after that, Carson's cock, filling him deliciously. Once or twice in his life Radek had known the pleasure of being taken at both ends, but never by people he cared for as much as these two. There was no comparison.
Carson's cock fit him like a hand in a glove and Rodney… Rodney McKay was more like a force of nature than a mere mortal and now he was slowly fucking Radek's face as though every stroke was a gift more precious than life itself. Rodney gave a little cry then and Radek realized that he was watching Carson fuck his ass, watching Carson watch him fucking Radek's mouth… There was an erotic energy loop building between the three of them and Radek was the conduit.
It was as though some spark of life force leapt from Carson's cock, thrusting deep into his ass, right through him to connect with Rodney's, pressing up against the back of his throat. It leapt as well between the fingers grasping and clutching his hair and the ones gripping his ass with nearly bruising strength, and Radek himself became nothing but an empty vessel carrying that energy –passing it from Carson to Rodney and back again. He felt he would have flown apart save for the hands and cocks and voices crying out in ecstasy that held him place, helpless to do anything but take it all.
But Rodney's voice was breaking, all but shrieking as he approached climax and then broke, and Radek tasted the musky, salty pulses in his mouth. He felt the force of Rodney's climax surge though him and Carson gave way only moments later, thrusting hard against his ass twice more and shouting out his release. It was Rodney who was kissing him now, he thought, though Radek was barely certain who *he* was by then, and Carson who was pulling him into his arms to lie supine on the bed at last, trembling with the aftermath of the energy that had coursed through him.
It had to be Carson whose hands stroked along his side and whose voice spoke to him soothingly, calling him beautiful and brave and good, and Rodney who lay beside him, kissing his fingers and murmuring about how amazing everything was. Was it his voice then that had moved from wordless whimpers to pleading with need, speaking for the aching desire he felt in every part of his body? It must be, for there was no one else likely to be moaning, "prosim, prosim… please touch me, please…"
"Would you like to suck him off then, lad?" someone was saying, and someone else gasped, "God, yes…" and then there was a hot, moist mouth on his cock, sucking and licking and letting him thrust his hips up into those delicious depths. It had to be Rodney's mouth because it was different from Carson's -not that he could say how- and besides, here was Carson's mouth on his, tasting of himself but also just a bit of Rodney. There were hands on his hips and on his belly and nipples, and one hand, he realized, holding and controlling Rodney's head as he thrust into his mouth, and that was what finished him.
He was coming at last, crying out into Carson's mouth and pulsing into Rodney's, and Radek didn't think he'd ever come like this in all his life. It was as if all the energy that had coursed through him as Carson and Rodney had been fucking him discharged all at once, leaving him spent and empty in its passing.
Here, though, was another mouth against his, tasting of his own seed, so he knew it had to be Rodney, giving back some of what he had taken, and Radek felt himself revived again. Heart suddenly full, Radek pulled Rodney into his arms to hold him close, wanting to say more than words ever could.
"Ah, my beauties," Carson's voice purred over them both. "Such a lovely pair you make, and all mine." Then Carson's arms were around both of them and Rodney was turning to embrace their Top and Radek had never in his life known so much joy.
"God, I had no idea," Rodney was saying into Carson's shoulder. "No idea at all."
"Well I don't know how you would," said Carson reasonably. "It's not the kind of thing you can really explain, now is it?"
"Daphne, the grad student I told you about," Rodney said, rolling onto his back as their mutual embrace relaxed a bit. "She tried, and I used to roll my eyes and think that people who were into stuff like that probably needed to see a shrink… Not that there's anything wrong with needing to see a shrink but honestly, this is *way* more fun."
Carson laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad you think so, lad, and I'm sure Dr. Heightmeyer won't mind having her case load lightened. Seriously, though," Carson rolled to lay one hand over Rodney's heart. "If you find that this kind of thing helps you manage, whenever you're in a rough patch, you mustn't hesitate to ask us. We'll be glad to help. I've said as much to Radek as well."
Radek nodded, adding his hand to Carson's over Rodney's heart. "This is so," he said. "I was having a very bad time after the Wraith siege and Carson helped me in ways no one could have. I do not know what I would have done without him."
"I remember," said Rodney. "Though I never knew exactly what that was all about."
"The time will come soon when I will tell you," said Radek, "for it seems that we will be playing together more, yes?"
"God, yes," said Rodney, a little breathlessly. "I mean, I still can't believe I'm doing this, but I'd have to be brain damaged not to want to do it again."
Carson grinned, just a little masterfully. "Ye do know that we've only begun with you tonight," he reminded Rodney, "and that if we go on then you'll be getting in a little deeper every time."
Rodney nodded. "Yeah, I know, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a little scared, but I trust you too, and I know I won't be sorry."
Carson pulled him close again upon hearing these words, as did Radek, and the three of them lay, wrapped in each others arms in the close space of the bed. Radek finally began to doze a bit after a while, and he suspected that Carson was too, as his embrace relaxed some. Eventually, though, Radek felt Rodney stir where he lay between the two of them.
"God, I don't want to get up," he muttered, struggling to pull himself out from between his lovers.
"And what makes you think you're going anywhere before tomorrow morning?" Carson asked sleepily.
"Um," said Rodney after a beat, "nothing?"
"Good lad," Carson murmured, drifting off to sleep again directly. A moment or two later Radek could hear Rodney's breathing devolve into quiet snores, and very shortly he, himself, followed their examples.
****
They all three slept soundly through the night, in spite of how crowded the bed was, and all woke well rested and content, if a little sore in places. When Carson checked in and asked how he felt about the previous night's events, Rodney confessed that he was still a bit astonished that it had actually happened, but was also still quite eager to try it again. They decided on next Friday, to give everyone a little more time to get used to things.
When next Friday's recreations proved to be every bit as delightful as the previous Friday's the three of them agreed on a regular assignation, and so came together on a weekly basis from then on. A number of weeks went by in this fashion, and Rodney grew more and more accustomed to the idea of being a submissive and let Carson draw him deeper and deeper into his role. He was, just as he had suspected, never sorry.
Until the day came when they discovered a world named Doranda and, led astray by the mighty temptations he found there, poor Rodney flew too close to the sun once again. But that is a tale for another
day.
****
Yes, yes, I'll get to it, but it'll be a bit.
Wait no more! It's HERE!
T.D.
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@willendorphians.com
Characters: Beckett/Zelenka/McKay
Category: slash, h/c, BDSM
Rating: 'PG-17'
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: After the events in "Duet", Carson learns something about Rodney that he never expected. What will he and Radek do about it, now that they know?
Spoilers/Season: Season 2: "Duet"
Author's notes: This is the third in a series of episode based stories, where Carson and Radek, and then eventually Rodney are in a BDSM relationship. They will follow the series, and run in sequence, but each should also mostly stand alone.
Language/pronunciation notes: For some reason it's become important to me that y'all know how some of the words Radek is saying *sound*. In particular, the word 'pane' -which means 'sir'- has two syllables and is pronounced (more or less) pan-eh. Also, when we eventually get to it, 'milacku' (in which the 'c' is *supposed* to have a hachek over top of it -which gives it a 'ch' sound) is pronounced (again, more or less) MIL-ach-ku. Proper native speakers, please feel free to jump in and comment.
Title: Beckett's Rules of Discipline III: Beckett's Epiphany
Author: Taylor Dancinghands -taylor@willendorphians.com
Characters: Beckett/Zelenka/McKay
Category: slash, h/c, BDSM
Rating: 'PG-17'
Archive: Generally yes, but please let me know where
Summary: After the events in "Duet", Carson learns something about Rodney that he never expected. What will he and Radek do about it, now that they know?
Spoilers/Season: Season 2: "Duet"
Author's notes: This is the third in a series of episode based stories, where Carson and Radek, and then eventually Rodney are in a BDSM relationship. They will follow the series, and run in sequence, but each should also mostly stand alone.
Language/pronunciation notes: For some reason it's become important to me that y'all know how some of the words Radek is saying *sound*. In particular, the word 'pane' -which means 'sir'- has two syllables and is pronounced (more or less) pan-eh. Also, when we eventually get to it, 'milacku' (in which the 'c' is *supposed* to have a hachek over top of it -which gives it a 'ch' sound) is pronounced (again, more or less) MIL-ach-ku. Proper native speakers, please feel free to jump in and comment.
Betas: Not really Betaed, but I still owe a debt of thanks to
ankhmutes for her ongoing excellent advice and encouragement in this series.Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will, not claiming to. Just wanna play with 'em a little. Can't I, can't I, huh?
Beckett's Epiphany, part 3
"God yes," Rodney murmured, moving with near lightning swiftness from the sofa to drop to his knees before Carson. Radek was delighted to find that Carson had only turned slightly to allow room for Rodney, so that he remained kneeling close by his Top's side, easily close enough for him to see everything, even with his glasses off.
"Hands behind your back now, lad," Carson instructed as Radek felt his Top's hands leave his head to guide Rodney's away from his hips. "That's it; that's the way…" Now Rodney was bending down to take Carson's cock into his mouth with a soft moan of anticipation and Radek was discovering an altogether new sort of ecstasy.
Who could have guessed what a thrill it would be to see Carson's hands grasping Rodney's head to guide him up and down his cock, or the look of utter bliss on Rodney's face as took it all? Who could have known the fragile beauty revealed on the man's face as he let Carson fuck his face, eyes closed, the dark lashes lying against pale cheeks, the droplet of spit spilling over his lower lip to hang and then fall towards where his cock stood very hard and dark with need? Radek found himself trembling with arousal, and contending with an overpowering temptation to take something that he had not been given leave to take.
He knew it was wrong, but still Radek felt himself leaning forward, to see more closely, he told himself, to feel the heat of Rodney's body, to hear the sound of Rodney enthusiastically sucking at Carson's cock. Once begun, however, he could not seem to stop himself from touching, even with his hands still clutched behind his back. He found his lips brushing against the warm skin of Rodney's shoulder and sighed happily at the contact, even as he saw Rodney's cock twitch with pleasure. This was good; it was so good it would be worth anything…
There were suddenly fingers gripping his hair, pulling him back abruptly. "What's this then?" Carson's voice was hard with disapproval.
"I am so sorry pane," Radek gasped, head bowed with honest remorse. "So very sorry. I… I could not stop myself… I…"
"There'll be a price to pay, lad," Carson admonished sternly.
"I know; I know," Radek murmured wretchedly. "It will not happen again, I promise."
"Aye," said Carson. "It won't, because you'll be sitting on the sofa till I'm done here. Now off you go."
Radek nodded miserably and stood, not unaware of Rodney's wide, startled eyes following him as he made his way to the sofa and sat, hands still clutched behind his back.
"Now then," said Carson to Rodney as Radek settled himself. "I think I'd very much like to come in your mouth, lad. How would you like that?"
Even at this distance with his glasses off, Radek could see Rodney's throat move as he swallowed. "Please?" he managed after a moment.
There was a flash of white teeth as he saw his Top grin. "I thought you might," he said with a chuckle. "You're such a good lad." Then Carson took hold of Rodney, bending his head to take his cock once again, and began to fuck Rodney's face in earnest, fingers curling to clutch at his close cropped hair.
"Yes…" Carson began to murmur as he pleasured himself. "Oh that's bloody brilliant that is… God, your mouth… so hot… so good… going to come now… going to…ah, God… ahh…"
Radek saw Carson's body stiffen as he climaxed, heard Rodney moan as he tasted Carson's cum pulsing into his mouth and then Carson was pulling back, bending to take Rodney's mouth in an altogether proprietary kiss.
Radek's own breaths were coming in short gasps as he watched the two of them, and then Carson was sitting on the sofa beside him and pulling him into his arms to share the taste of Rodney and his own spending. Radek groaned into the kiss, thrilling at the tastes and at Carson's strong hand at the back of his head, pressing him close.
"Oh my god…" This was Rodney, still kneeling on the floor, hands still clasped behind his back and his voice rough with arousal. Carson drew back from Radek to regard him. "Oh my god, that was hot…" Indeed, Rodney's arousal was clear even for Radek to see, and he wanted it, as much as he'd ever wanted Carson's. His Top's hand was still firm on the back of his neck, however, reminding him of the unfinished business he'd instigated a moment before.
"Now Radek, lad," Carson said. "I believe it's time for you to make some amends, aye?"
"Ano pane," Radek said, eyes downcast.
"And how will you do that?" Carson asked.
"I must be punished, pane," Radek answered.
"And what are you to be punished for today, lad?"
"For impertinence," Radek recited, "and for taking liberties without permission."
"Aye, that'll do," said Carson. "Now off you go. You know what's needed."
Radek did indeed. Standing away from the comfort of his Top's firm hand, Radek made his way to the bed, dropping to his knees at the foot of it to draw out a small chest from beneath it and opening the lid. From its contents Radek extracted a plain wooden paddle and turned to hand it to Carson who had followed, bringing Rodney with him. Radek then unfastened and stepped out of his trousers, relieved beyond words to have his cock freed at last, in spite of what was to come. Finally, he mounted the bed to position himself on his hands and knees and waited for his Top to do as he wished.
"Your little transgression is going to cost you five strokes," Carson announced, "but I'm thinking you might like the chance to earn a few privileges for later as well, now wouldn't you, lad?"
Would he, ever?! "Ano, prosim," Radek answered eagerly.
"Aye, I thought as much," said Carson with a chuckle. "Now here's what they'll cost you. Five more strokes to touch him, as you were allowed to touch him before, ten to use your mouth, but only above the waist, fifteen to touch his cock or nipples, and twenty if you want to suck him."
This was a complete no-brainer if ever there was one, but still, Radek had to nerve himself up to ask. "Prosim… please pane, I will take twenty."
"That's in addition to the five you've earned from your bit of naughtiness earlier," Carson reminded him.
"Ano, ano," Radek replied, wanting desperately to get on with it and take the privileges he'd earned. "Prosim, pane."
"Ye don't think I'm sellin' you too cheaply, do you?" Carson asked Rodney with a chuckle, but Rodney could only shake his head, eyes wide with arousal.
"Alright then," Carson said, moving to stand beside the bed. "Rodney, I'd like you to stay right where you are to watch, and no touching –I hardly think I need to remind you of the consequences?" Rodney shook his head again, vigorously. "Radek, knees apart, arse up," Carson instructed as he did always, and as always, Radek complied instantly.
One of Carson Beckett's real talents as a Top was the perfect control he had of his own strength. The paddle could deliver anything from the mildest sting to punishingly painful blows, depending on how it was wielded, and with Carson, this was never a matter of chance. Tonight Carson made the paddle strike hard, so that Radek was crying out by the third or fourth stroke. He knew Rodney was watching, and wondered how this must all seem to him, but before long even these questions were driven altogether out of his thoughts.
Soon Radek knew only that the last stroke had hurt and the next would hurt just as badly when it came, though he never knew exactly when that would be, because Carson always spaced his blows out unevenly. He knew that his cock ached with need and that his ass hurt and that he craved another stroke from the paddle almost as much as he wanted someone to touch his cock, and that he had no control over any of these things.
As always, it was completely unexpected when the blows stopped and Radek found himself emitting little whimpering sobs. Even more unexpected was the sound of another voice nearby, breathily murmuring, "Oh god… oh god, oh my god," over and over again. Rodney, Radek realized as his brain's higher functions slowly returned, and he did not seem too terribly distressed –not in a bad way, anyhow.
Carson's hand, cool and soothing on his abused ass, stroked him softly now as he calmed and comforted Radek, kissing away his tears and praising him for taking the punishment so well. Then Radek felt the bed sink a bit as Carson beckoned Rodney over to sit beside him, laying an arm over his shoulder.
"How was that then?" Carson checked in with Rodney, who Radek could hear breathing a little unsteadily.
"Why…" Rodney gasped, "why was that so hot?"
Carson laughed kindly, and Radek might have himself if he hadn't still been catching his breath. "Because he wanted to take it," Carson answered, "and I wanted to give it, and because maybe there's some part of you that'd like to take something like that yourself, someday."
"I… I don't know," said Rodney uncertainly.
"We'll no push, lad," Carson assured him. "You'll know when it's right and you'll tell us then, aye?"
"Okay…" said Rodney.
"Now," Carson continued, "Radek's endured quite a bit for the privilege of sucking your cock, but I don't imagine that's anything you've any objection to."
"Um, no?" Rodney managed after a moment.
"I thought not," said Carson with a chuckle. "And I think he's ready for you just as he is, aye?"
"Prosim, pane," Radek, still on his hands and knees on the bed, whined just a little. Carson steadied Rodney, stricken wordless with anticipation, as he knelt up on the bed, his cock up-thrust and ready at Radek's lips.
"Go ahead and use your hands now, lad," Carson encouraged Rodney. "Radek's needing his right where they are."
Both of them moaned aloud as Rodney took hold of Radek's head and pulled it down onto his cock, and Radek happily opened his mouth to take it in. Close beside him he heard Carson sigh with pleasure.
"Now that is a lovely sight," he said, "but as much as I'll enjoy watching it, ye know how much I do love taking your arse all warm from a paddling."
And Radek did know, very well indeed. Even as he happily applied himself to the task of sucking Rodney's cock, he welcomed the sensation of Carson's lube slicked fingers at his opening a few moments later, and very shortly after that, Carson's cock, filling him deliciously. Once or twice in his life Radek had known the pleasure of being taken at both ends, but never by people he cared for as much as these two. There was no comparison.
Carson's cock fit him like a hand in a glove and Rodney… Rodney McKay was more like a force of nature than a mere mortal and now he was slowly fucking Radek's face as though every stroke was a gift more precious than life itself. Rodney gave a little cry then and Radek realized that he was watching Carson fuck his ass, watching Carson watch him fucking Radek's mouth… There was an erotic energy loop building between the three of them and Radek was the conduit.
It was as though some spark of life force leapt from Carson's cock, thrusting deep into his ass, right through him to connect with Rodney's, pressing up against the back of his throat. It leapt as well between the fingers grasping and clutching his hair and the ones gripping his ass with nearly bruising strength, and Radek himself became nothing but an empty vessel carrying that energy –passing it from Carson to Rodney and back again. He felt he would have flown apart save for the hands and cocks and voices crying out in ecstasy that held him place, helpless to do anything but take it all.
But Rodney's voice was breaking, all but shrieking as he approached climax and then broke, and Radek tasted the musky, salty pulses in his mouth. He felt the force of Rodney's climax surge though him and Carson gave way only moments later, thrusting hard against his ass twice more and shouting out his release. It was Rodney who was kissing him now, he thought, though Radek was barely certain who *he* was by then, and Carson who was pulling him into his arms to lie supine on the bed at last, trembling with the aftermath of the energy that had coursed through him.
It had to be Carson whose hands stroked along his side and whose voice spoke to him soothingly, calling him beautiful and brave and good, and Rodney who lay beside him, kissing his fingers and murmuring about how amazing everything was. Was it his voice then that had moved from wordless whimpers to pleading with need, speaking for the aching desire he felt in every part of his body? It must be, for there was no one else likely to be moaning, "prosim, prosim… please touch me, please…"
"Would you like to suck him off then, lad?" someone was saying, and someone else gasped, "God, yes…" and then there was a hot, moist mouth on his cock, sucking and licking and letting him thrust his hips up into those delicious depths. It had to be Rodney's mouth because it was different from Carson's -not that he could say how- and besides, here was Carson's mouth on his, tasting of himself but also just a bit of Rodney. There were hands on his hips and on his belly and nipples, and one hand, he realized, holding and controlling Rodney's head as he thrust into his mouth, and that was what finished him.
He was coming at last, crying out into Carson's mouth and pulsing into Rodney's, and Radek didn't think he'd ever come like this in all his life. It was as if all the energy that had coursed through him as Carson and Rodney had been fucking him discharged all at once, leaving him spent and empty in its passing.
Here, though, was another mouth against his, tasting of his own seed, so he knew it had to be Rodney, giving back some of what he had taken, and Radek felt himself revived again. Heart suddenly full, Radek pulled Rodney into his arms to hold him close, wanting to say more than words ever could.
"Ah, my beauties," Carson's voice purred over them both. "Such a lovely pair you make, and all mine." Then Carson's arms were around both of them and Rodney was turning to embrace their Top and Radek had never in his life known so much joy.
"God, I had no idea," Rodney was saying into Carson's shoulder. "No idea at all."
"Well I don't know how you would," said Carson reasonably. "It's not the kind of thing you can really explain, now is it?"
"Daphne, the grad student I told you about," Rodney said, rolling onto his back as their mutual embrace relaxed a bit. "She tried, and I used to roll my eyes and think that people who were into stuff like that probably needed to see a shrink… Not that there's anything wrong with needing to see a shrink but honestly, this is *way* more fun."
Carson laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad you think so, lad, and I'm sure Dr. Heightmeyer won't mind having her case load lightened. Seriously, though," Carson rolled to lay one hand over Rodney's heart. "If you find that this kind of thing helps you manage, whenever you're in a rough patch, you mustn't hesitate to ask us. We'll be glad to help. I've said as much to Radek as well."
Radek nodded, adding his hand to Carson's over Rodney's heart. "This is so," he said. "I was having a very bad time after the Wraith siege and Carson helped me in ways no one could have. I do not know what I would have done without him."
"I remember," said Rodney. "Though I never knew exactly what that was all about."
"The time will come soon when I will tell you," said Radek, "for it seems that we will be playing together more, yes?"
"God, yes," said Rodney, a little breathlessly. "I mean, I still can't believe I'm doing this, but I'd have to be brain damaged not to want to do it again."
Carson grinned, just a little masterfully. "Ye do know that we've only begun with you tonight," he reminded Rodney, "and that if we go on then you'll be getting in a little deeper every time."
Rodney nodded. "Yeah, I know, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just a little scared, but I trust you too, and I know I won't be sorry."
Carson pulled him close again upon hearing these words, as did Radek, and the three of them lay, wrapped in each others arms in the close space of the bed. Radek finally began to doze a bit after a while, and he suspected that Carson was too, as his embrace relaxed some. Eventually, though, Radek felt Rodney stir where he lay between the two of them.
"God, I don't want to get up," he muttered, struggling to pull himself out from between his lovers.
"And what makes you think you're going anywhere before tomorrow morning?" Carson asked sleepily.
"Um," said Rodney after a beat, "nothing?"
"Good lad," Carson murmured, drifting off to sleep again directly. A moment or two later Radek could hear Rodney's breathing devolve into quiet snores, and very shortly he, himself, followed their examples.
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They all three slept soundly through the night, in spite of how crowded the bed was, and all woke well rested and content, if a little sore in places. When Carson checked in and asked how he felt about the previous night's events, Rodney confessed that he was still a bit astonished that it had actually happened, but was also still quite eager to try it again. They decided on next Friday, to give everyone a little more time to get used to things.
When next Friday's recreations proved to be every bit as delightful as the previous Friday's the three of them agreed on a regular assignation, and so came together on a weekly basis from then on. A number of weeks went by in this fashion, and Rodney grew more and more accustomed to the idea of being a submissive and let Carson draw him deeper and deeper into his role. He was, just as he had suspected, never sorry.
Until the day came when they discovered a world named Doranda and, led astray by the mighty temptations he found there, poor Rodney flew too close to the sun once again. But that is a tale for another
day.
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Yes, yes, I'll get to it, but it'll be a bit.
Wait no more! It's HERE!
T.D.