Title//The Eighth Level of Hell is Reserved for Rodney McKay (Short Title//Reserved)
“I want to watch Ronon fuck you.” The little voice of reason inside of Rodney’s head that said this was wrong on so many levels had long since been quieted. With everyone drunk on the weed and himself mad with the power, there was no way this was going to end well for anyone, and he had decided at the beginning that ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ was the only way to handle this situation. “First Ronon then Lorne,” John squirmed on his lap, a soft whine escaped from his mouth even though Rodney had told him no sounds, “and I’m going to put Teyla, Elizabeth and Kate on leashes, lead them around like good little bitches, let them eat each other out while I watch.” The image was too strong in Rodney’s mind; he pulled John off and wrapped his hand around his dick, jerked once and sprayed John’s back with come. He cupped his hands over John’s hips, taking several deep breaths and enjoyed the way John still quivered and twitched. “Up on the desk,” he pushed at John gently, still amused at how fast people moved when he told them to, “I want to suck you off.” John lay back on the desk, wrapping his hands around his knees and pulled his legs back until his dick and hole were completely exposed. “Greedy bitch.” Rodney would never tire of seeing John like this, cock red and flat against his belly, hole still pulsating like a little mouth. A few quick sucks and John was coming, a guttural moan at the end the only sound he made. John lay on the desk until Rodney told him to get up, then he bounced to his feet, pulling on his clothes at Rodney’s hand wave and waited to see what Rodney wanted next. “Would you let them fuck you, John?” Rodney knew the answer already, but the last vestige of his rational mind demanded that he at least ask. “You want to see it right?” Rodney nodded, flushing a little at the eagerness in John’s voice, “Lorne’s team is off world but they’re scheduled to be back in…” He glanced down at his watch, “about twenty minutes.” Rodney thought about it, twenty minutes, and providing that nobody came in wounded or exposed to anything toxic, then about twenty minutes to shower…In his mind’s eye, Rodney saw Lorne and three other marines in the locker room, bodies wet and shining from the steam, cocks thick and half hard… “How many could you take?” John blinked, “How many what?” Rodney pulled his pants on, “How many dicks? How many men could you fuck? How many could fuck you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, knowing it was As many as you want and finished getting dressed. John didn’t surprise him with his answer. ~*~ Rodney knew with the first swallow of Lucien’s brew that there was a special place in hell reserved just for him. Looking around at the scene in the locker room just confirmed it. The Ancients had apparently designed these rooms with some sort of physical therapy in mind, benches and tables of varying heights placed around the room, small gleaming balls and wands that vibrated and changed shape, and straps of different lengths secreted away in little drawers and cubbies. Rodney had fashioned rough collars and leashes out of some of the straps, securing them around Elizabeth and Teyla’s throats, while the women knelt on the floor and gazed up at him like he were their god. John was bent over one of the benches, sucking on Lorne’s dick and grunting every time Ronon pushed into him. Elizabeth knelt on the floor between his outstretched feet, lips swollen around John’s cock and her fingers working furiously against her clit. Simpson and Addison, two of the marines on Lorne’s team, fucked on top of one of the tables. Simpson had been tied down, and Kate knelt between his spread legs, sliding one of the vibrating wands in and out of his ass while Addison rode his dick. The third marine, Marcus, sat on the floor between Rodney’s feet. Teyla straddled his thighs, rocking back gently as she sucked on Rodney’s cock. From where he sat, Rodney could see John perfectly, could see Ronon speeding up and digging his fingers into John's hips, could see Lorne's head tilt back as John sucked harder and harder. "Lorne...Lorne, don't come in his mouth, you have to fuck him." The words felt thick and heavy on Rodney's tongue, and there was a moment when he wasn't sure if he only thought the words, then Lorne caressed the side of John's face and reluctantly pulled out of his mouth. "Teyla," Rodney pulled gently on her leash, "Teyla, I want you up on a table now." She let his dick slide from her mouth then rocked forward, leaving Marcus panting behind her. Rodney stood, and smiled when Teyla moved on hands and knees to his side. He led her to one of the tables and watched as she climbed up and settled on her back. Rodney coiled the leash next to her head, knowing she wouldn't move from where he left her. He walked over to Elizabeth, refusing to feel any jealousy at seeing her so enthusiastically sucking John's dick. He picked the end of her leash up off the floor, tugging gently until her attention was on him. "Teyla is waiting." Elizabeth crawled across the floor at his side, standing only when Rodney pulled her leash up. He bent her over the end of the table, then had Teyla wiggle down until Elizabeth's head was positioned right between her thighs. He leaned over and murmured in Elizabeth's ear, "Teyla's been fucking Marcus, riding his dick while she sucked my cock, now I want to watch you lick her pussy, Elizabeth, suck on Teyla's wet little clit until she comes. I want to hear her come." Elizabeth reached up and put her hands on the inside of Teyla's thighs, spreading Teyla open. She made one long swipe with her tongue, from Teyla's hole to the top of her clit, then sucked Teyla's clit between her lips. What was background noise suddenly became clear to Rodney, Ronon's low grunts became louder and harsher and Rodney looked over in time to see him pull out of John, drops of come still spurting out of the end of his dick and running down the backs of John's thighs. Rodney waited until Ronon stepped to the side, then took his place. He slid two fingers into John's wet hole, corkscrewing them around while John pushed back against his hand. "Lorne's going to fuck you now, and you can come when he tells you to." Rodney shifted and waited until Lorne stood behind John to slide his fingers out, then guided Lorne's cock to John's waiting hole. "Fuck him slow, Lorne, I have to go play with Elizabeth and I don't want to miss John coming." Rodney motioned for Ronon to follow, then walked to the table where Elizabeth and Teyla lay. He opened a small drawer on the bottom of the table, pulling out a slender wand and a long string of silver balls, and set the balls next to Elizabeth's hand. "Elizabeth, I want you to fuck Teyla with the balls, put all of them inside of her then pull them out." Elizabeth let go of Teyla's clit with a wet little pop and picked up the balls. Rodney thumbed Teyla's clit while Elizabeth pushed them in one by one, then picked up the wand and moved to stand behind her. "Ronon," Rodney pointed at the floor behind Elizabeth and watched as Ronon dropped quickly to his knees, "hands behind your back and open wide, I want to fuck your mouth." Rodney knew that somewhere out there was porn flicks with worse dialogue, but when Ronon tipped his head forward and sucked on the end of his dick, he also knew that it didn't matter. This was his one chance to act out every vulgar, depraved fantasy he'd ever had, and once he left, there would be no retribution. There were two marines on one table, fucking like there was no tomorrow, Kate on her knees with another marine stripping off a condom then shoving his half-hard dick in her mouth, Elizabeth with her face burried in Teyla's crotch, Ronon on his knees between him and Elizabeth and John being fucked by whomever Rodney gave permission to. He could see John's face from where he stood, could see the long slide of Lorne's dick, glistening with Ronon's come, how tight Lorne held himself to follow Rodney's directions. Rodney tangled his fingers in Ronon's hair, holding Ronon still, then pushed his hips forward. It only took a few thrusts, then Rodney was matching Lorne's carefully precise rhythm. Teyla cried out under Elizabeth, bucking her hips and twisting. Elizabeth stopped sucking, started licking Teyla's clit with quick, furious swipes of her tongue, working Teyla through her orgasm. Ronon groaned at the sound, swallowing hard around the tip of Rodney's cock. He pushed Ronon's head back against Elizabeth's thigh, pinning Ronon in place and freeing both hands. Rodney picked up the slender wand and concentrated. When the tip began to vibrate, he slid it down Elizabeth's crack until it rested against her clit. "I think you deserve a reward for that, Elizabeth. Good girls always get a reward. Teyla, scoot down a little bit please." He waited until Teyla moved, then gently pushed Elizabeth's head down to rest on her stomach. Teyla threaded her fingers through Elizabeth's hair, petting her and murmuring soft little soothing noises. Rodney slid the wand back up, pushing it into her pussy and concentrated until the wand expanded. “Lorne, fuck him hard now. I’m ready for John to come.” ~*~ Rodney had long since lost track of who was fucking whom. He’d stood by John’s head when Simpson fucked him, letting John’s fingers convulsively spasm around his wrists with each punishing thrust, then stuck his dick in John’s mouth when Addison took Simpson’s place. Watched when Marcus licked blood and come from the backs of John’s thighs and held him open so that Ronon could fuck him again. Elizabeth and Teyla lay in a tangle of arms and legs, Kate’s long blond hair fanning out on the floor beneath them. Lorne moved from table to bench to cubby, wiping off the Ancient devices and carefully putting them back where they belonged. He stood in the doorway of the shower room, John’s arm slung over his shoulder and his face buried in the crook of Rodney’s neck. There wasn’t much left to do, everybody had been dressed and sent off to bed, Rodney almost changed his mind when Elizabeth turned back and mouthed I love you, but Rodney reasoned the madness and insanity were two different things and while he was mad, staying would be insanity. The walk to John’s room was endless, John whispering with a voice almost too painful to listen to, Did you like it? Was I good? What do you want me to do next?, and then the door was there and sliding open. Rodney stripped John down again, whispering back how proud he was and how happy John had made him. He turned down the covers on John’s bed and settled him comfortably in the middle. Rodney left John long enough to wet a washcloth in the bathroom, and then wiped the sweat from his chest and the come from between his thighs. John fell asleep in the middle of Rodney’s ministrations, his face relaxing into a peaceful happy expression. Rodney was gone before the sun rose over the ocean.
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