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Price had been trying to get König to open up and tell him what he wanted. He was a very good boy, but he was worse than Ghost at communicating his needs to Price. König listened and obeyed much better than Soap ever could. However, Price could tell that König was holding out on him, and he was determined to figure his wants out.
At first he tried very gently, telling König that if there was something he wanted to do Price would do everything in his power to fulfill it. That Ghost and Soap didn’t even have to be involved if he felt too self conscious about whatever it was. It could just be the two of them; Daddy would always take care of his boys. But König just flushed bright red and shook his head. He was fine, promise! He didn’t need anything.
The liar.
It took two weeks before Price found out what it was, and König hadn’t even told him. Price had come into König’s quarters intending to drag him out for a training session and had caught him masturbating. Lights off, face illuminated by his phone screen, hand twisting over his cock. When Price opened the door he panicked and tried to cover himself. Price strode in, confident.
“Give it to me sweetheart,” he held out his hand. “What are you looking at?”
König passed him the phone and buried his face in his hands, embarrassed. Price looked over the screen, at the porn König was looking at. A man flat on his back, eyes closed as a group jerked off over him, covering his face in cum. Price scrolled through, watching as someone moved the man onto his front. He moved without resistance, limp, almost as if he was asleep.
Oh.
Oh.
Price turned off the phone and sat down next to König. König was still hiding behind his hands, not daring to look Price in the face. Price set a hand on König’s thigh.
“Is this what you’ve been avoiding asking me for? Tell me.”
König nodded, just peaking through his fingers. “Yes sir.”
“And why didn’t you ask me?”
“I did not want you to think that…that I was a freak.”
“No, sweetheart, no. Just help me understand. Who are you in this scenario, the one asleep or one of the ones awake?”
“Asleep.” König whispered after a hesitant beat.
Price took König’s cock in hand. He’d started to flag, and Price stroked him to full hardness again. Price gently moved König’s hands away from his face and grasped his jaw.
“Tell Daddy exactly what you want. Now.”
König whined, lip trembling before he spoke. “I want, I want you to put me to sleep. I want you and Simon and Johnny to make a mess of me, and I, nngh-” he threw his head back as he got closer to climax.
“Keep going. Honesty, sweetheart.”
“I want you to film me while you do it, fuck!” König came undone under Price’s hand. He came hard, shaking. Price brought the hand coated in König’s cum to his mouth. He licked it clean before kissing König, letting the other taste himself on Price’s tongue.
“I’ll talk to the boys, and I’ll make it happen. Now get ready, I want you out on the field in ten, understand?”
“Yes sir.”
Price rolled his neck before he walked into his quarters. His boys would be in there, waiting as agreed. He had but two concerns; making sure that König was comfortable before they started and making sure that Soap stayed in line. At least Ghost would perform as told; Price never had to worry about him behaving.
Him and König had tried it out, just the two of them, making sure that König actually liked being out like that. Price wanted it to happen once before he would even let Ghost and Soap be involved. König could get overwhelmed when it was all four of them, and for play like this? Price needed to know for certain that König was down for play where he wouldn’t be conscious the entire time.
Price entered and locked the door behind him. Waiting naked on their knees were his boys. Price couldn’t help the smile that came over his face at the sight. They were so good, at least when they wanted to be, and they were his and his alone.
“What good boys I have. Perfect form Simon. Johnny, stop fidgeting, and sweetheart? You’re the tallest one, how are you managing to take up the least amount of space? Sit up straight, there’s a good boy.”
Price set down two things on his bedside table; a tripod and the vial of anesthetic Soap had given him. When he’d approached Ghost and Soap about what König wanted, Ghost had been fully prepared to sneak into medical for some, but Soap had stopped him, disappeared into his own room, and returned with a vial. Price’s eyes had damn near fallen out of his head. He’d almost, almost , punished Soap for it, but Price couldn’t prove that Soap had stolen it. Yet. He still might punish Soap for it, but tonight was about König. Soap would get his turn.
He squatted down so he was eye level with his boys. “I’m going to explain what is going to happen tonight, and you three are going to do exactly as I say. You will listen, and you will not deviate, understand?”
“Yes Daddy,” they answered.
“Good. I am going to set up the camera, and then sweetheart I’m going to put you under. You’ll be down for about thirty minutes, and during that me, Johnny, and Simon are going to cum all over you. When you start to come up I’m going to have Johnny get you hard with his mouth, and then Simon’s going to ride you until you cum. Does any of that sound wrong to you sweetheart? Are you still okay with this? I need to know now if you’re not up to it.”
“Please, sir. I really want this.” said König softly.
“Okay sweetheart. Johnny, get on the bed, I need your help.”
Soap got onto the bed as Price grabbed the tripod. He extended its legs and attached König’s phone to it, fiddling with the view until he was satisfied with the angle of Soap’s body on camera.
“Come here sweetheart.” König stood next to Price, looking at the phone screen. “See? That’ll be you, so pretty for me. Do you like the angle? We’re going to capture you covered in cum, you like that?”
König bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah,” he answered shyly.
Price kissed him and ruffled through König’s red hair. “Daddy’s little pornstar. Johnny, floor. Sit down sweetheart, I’m going to put you under now.”
Price made a syringe, just enough for someone of König’s size to pass out. Oh this bottle was definitely from medical, when this was over he was going to kill Soap. He took König’s arm, looking for a vein. He pressed the needle to skin without puncturing, looking König in the eyes.
“Ready sweetheart?”
“Yes Daddy, please.”
Satisfied with what he saw in König’s eyes he injected him with the syringe. He pushed König to lay flat on the bed, stroking his hair until König’s eyes fluttered shut. Price stood, gesturing to his boys to rise too.
“I want him absolutely coated you two. Simon, get me a cigar, I’ll let you shotgun it after you cum. His face is mine, understand?”
“Yes Daddy.” They moved, Ghost lighting a cigar and Soap starting to stroke himself. Price took the cigar from Ghost and started the recording. He inhaled, letting the woody smoke fill his lungs. He pulled his cock out from his pants and lazily stroked himself to full hardness.
Soap was the first to move towards König, reaching for his leg as he got closer to climax.
“Hands to yourself Johnny, you don’t touch him unless I tell you. Don’t look at me like that, it’s not about you tonight is it? Be good”
Soap’s eyes closed and he came, cum splattering over König’s stomach. He looked back at Price expectantly.
“You can have some too, but I expect a minimum of one more orgasm out of you before he wakes up.”
“Thank you Daddy.” said Soap, winking. Price didn’t love that tone, but if Soap could keep behaving he wouldn’t interfere too much. Soap loved to assert his independence; Price could indulge him tonight, he was in a generous mood. Price took a long drag, letting the smoke pool before letting it slip into Soap’s open mouth.
Ghost stepped forward next, hesitant. He looked back at Price, eyes asking for guidance.
"Aim for his chest, I want to watch you make a mess of his tits."
Ghost nodded and shortly came with a light moan. He always made the sweetest noises, Price loved them. Ghost came over to him, clutching at Price’s shirt, pouting before parting his lips. Price leaned in, millimeters between them, and blew smoke into Ghost’s waiting mouth.
“Good boy, Si-Si. Keep touching yourself baby, I want you to come again before you ride him.”
Price walked over to König. Serene and filthy. Price stroked himself right over König’s face and looked dead into the camera.
“You’re such a filthy slut sweetheart. Letting us mark you up and you can’t even do anything about it. Wanting Daddy to make a mess of you, watching it again after. Watch Daddy cum on your face sweetheart.”
Heat coiled in Price’s core before it snapped. He painted König, thick white ropes coating König’s face. In his hair, over his mouth. Price dragged his cock over the mess, letting himself fuck through the last of his orgasm over König’s wet skin.
Ghost came up behind him, mouthing at Price’s shoulder.
“Close Daddy.”
“Already? Come here.”
Price maneuvered Ghost in front of him, grabbing his cock. He jerked off Ghost fast, running a hand over his chest, tweaking a nipple.
“You can let go baby, that’s it. You’re going to cum over his cock, Johnny needs something to taste while he gets him hard, doesn’t he?”
Ghost came with a whimper, burying his face in Price’s neck. Price felt Ghost twitch underneath his hand, cum pumping out of him. He stroked Ghost until the other started to whine, wriggling underneath his grip.
“Kneel and wait for me.”
Ghost slunk away and dropped to his knees. Price motioned to Soap.
“Doesn’t he look so pretty Johnny? Why don’t you add to it? I can see some empty spots. As soon as you finish I want you on his cock, understand?”
“Yes sir!”
Price pulled his chair over and sat down. He stroked through Ghost’s hair while he watched Soap get closer and closer to climax.
“Hurry up Johnny, Simon left you such a nice present, you going to let it go to waste? Be a good boy for once in your life. I want to hear you, don’t you dare hold back.”
“Fuck you-ahh, fucking, fuck!”
Soap came hard and loud, lines dripping down König’s neck and collarbone. He didn’t waste time, situating himself over König’s legs and taking König’s soft cock into his mouth. God had blessed König with just the biggest cock, even soft it was long. His boys had salivated over it when they'd first seen it, practically pounced, and his poor sweetheart had almost combusted with embarrassment. It was a good thing that Price was around to show him how to use it; shy thing didn’t know how to fuck at first. Price loved watching his boys top each other, his own private show. They were allowed to fuck each other; they knew who they ultimately belonged to.
Price slapped his thigh, Ghost climbing on top of him. He pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket and slicked his fingers before tucking it away. He teased at Ghost’s entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing two fingers in.
“Have to get you ready, don’t I baby? He’s so big isn’t he? Relax, you can take him. Make me proud.”
Ghost moaned above him. Price watched Soap get König hard as he stretched Ghost open. It was too early for König to be waking quite yet, but it was starting. Small twitches in his thighs, the rhythm of his breathing starting to quicken. Soap lavished over König’s cock, a mess of spit and cum. Price watched as he slowly got erect, until it was a challenge for Soap to even fit half of it in his mouth.
“All the way down Johnny. Do better.”
Soap glared at Price before deepthroating König, holding him in his throat until he had to come up for air. He gasped for air, before diving back down, desperate to prove himself to Price.
“Good boy Johnny. Off.”
Soap swallowed twice around König before pulling off with a lewd pop. Price snapped and pointed at his side, indicating where Soap needed to be. He squeezed Ghost’s thigh.
“Go have fun. Get over here and warm my cock while I watch, Johnny, be useful.”
“Hey! I wanna see too.”
Price scoffed but twisted the chair so Soap could see out of the corner of his eye. Soap knelt between his legs. Price grabbed Soap by the hair, pulling hard. “Not another word out of you until this is over.” He dragged Soap onto his cock, the other opening his mouth to let Price sit passively on his tongue. Price settled in, getting comfortable to watch the show before him.
Ghost mounted König, guiding his cock to his own hole. He gasped when the blunt head breached him. He slowly fucked his way down König’s cock, letting himself adjust when he’d taken it all. Price watched, lazily smoking, tugging Soap’s hair when the other moved too much. He was starting to thicken against Soap’s tongue, but it was much too early to cum. Price had something in mind, somewhere he’d rather cum tonight.
"Pick up the pace Si, he's starting to come up. I want you to treat him right."
König was starting to slowly wake. Cute scrunches in his face, tiny chirps escaping his mouth as he half dreamed in pleasure. Ghost fucked himself on König so elegantly, erotic rolls of his hips. He knew Price liked to watch him, watch the muscles in his back work as he drove himself hard onto König. A little show off who wanted Daddy's attention.
König's hips started to move up into Ghost, his eyes blinking open. He let out the softest sigh. Hands still leaden with sleep went to Ghost's thighs, pressing against them. Price grabbed Soap's head and started to guide him up and down his cock. A cigar in his mouth, a tongue on his dick, and his boys fucking before him.
A perfect night.
König whined and looked at Price. A blush had fully taken over his face and chest. He trembled beneath Ghost, the other riding him like it was his job. That face; he was close. Price pulled Soap off of him and strode over to the tripod.
"You want to cum sweetheart? Want to come in Simon's tight hole? Look at me, show the camera just how pretty you are when you cum."
König grasped Ghost's thighs as he came, a moaning whimpering mess. He looked at Price until he couldn't, throwing his head back and shaking underneath Ghost. Ghost didn't stop; he maintained his same rhythm until Price ordered him off.
Price grabbed the phone, panning it over König's body, filming every splatter of cum on his body, before resting it on his face.
"Tongue out." Price ordered and König complied. Price jerked himself off, filming König's awaiting face. He looked so greedy, so filthy with his face already covered in Price's spend. Price came with a growl, cum shooting into König's mouth, over his chin and nose. His sweetheart, his picturesque whore. König didn't dare close his mouth, didn't dare swallow, he waited for Price's permission.
"Good boy. Swallow it."
König swallowed audibly, tongue flicking out to steal what wasn't already in his mouth. Price stopped the recording. He clicked a few pictures of König and texted them to himself before setting the phone down. Bending down he kissed König, tasting himself.
Price grabbed König's hand, guiding him to standing. He pushed him towards his private bathroom - the privileges of rank.
"Go get in the shower, I'll be in to help in just a moment." König shuffled off and Price looked over Ghost and Soap. They looked tired, a sheen of sweat over both their skins. "We're going to rotate through, you two cuddle until it's each of your turns. Daddy wants to clean you off. You know where the water bottles are, I expect them to be empty when I return."
Ghost and Soap collapsed into one another, Ghost pressing soft kisses over Soap's head. Such good boys.
Price entered his bathroom, stripping off his clothes and climbing in after König.
"How are you feeling sweetheart?" Price asked as he scrubbed over König. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Very much Daddy. Thank you."
"Good. Rinse."
Price eventually was alone, scrubbing his hair. He sighed contentedly, replaying the scene in his head. It went well. He couldn't wait to watch that video when he was alone. Such good boys I have, he thought. Such good boys.