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Fill: Joe/Nicky/Kozak - Experimenting for science (dub-con)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-01 02:54 am (UTC)(link)Nicky tries to remember that when the doctor snaps a new set of gloves on and says, straight-faced, “Semen.”
“No.” Nicky says, before he even fully comprehends what she’s saying. She’s turning towards him now, with that same considering eye. If he wasn’t strapped to the table he’d be covering his crotch with both hands, really not liking that look. “No, this is- you understand, Doctor, that would be-“
“Worthy of experimentation, a sample we couldn’t possibly overlook.”
“No.” Nicky says, distracted as Joe gasps back to life to his left. He holds eye contact, waits for the familiar warmth of that gaze, before he goes back to the argument he can’t believe he’s having. “It would be rape.”
“Not if you consented.” She says, digging around in a cabinet for a tool she must not use often. The back of her neck is red. “If you care anything for the rest of us-“
“What’s going on?” Joe demands, scowling. Nicky doesn’t use that word lightly. “Nicky, don’t listen to her.”
“She wants your seed, my love.” Nicky says in Italian, making it a joke to help soothe his own nerves as much as Joe’s, “I can't blame her, but-“
“No!” Joe insists. “Nicky there’s no way-“
“You can’t know that it won’t be important to saving lives.” The doctor says, and she’s holding something that looks like a frighteningly complicated sex toy, the kind Joe always makes a face at in the shops.
Nicky takes a deep breath and tries to gain control of the situation again. He asks Joe, again in Italian, “Our family is going to rescue us, yes?”
“Yes.” Joe says, “But-“
“So they won’t keep any of the samples, yes?” Nicky continues.
“Yes, but so what? You think I’m going to watch while you-“
“You could let me watch.” Nicky says. Joe goes quiet. He stares at Nicky like he’s trying to figure out his angle, like this must be a prank.
“You… want that?”
“I wonder how long you’d last, with that thing on you.” Nicky says, in English now because the doctor is clearly trying to figure out if they’re going to cooperate. “I wonder if you’ll fit.”
“Nicky.” Joe groans, throwing his head back. He complains, stubbornly continuing in the language their captor doesn’t understand, “Then she’s the one who can’t consent, she doesn’t know this is a filthy game for you!”
“Mmm, good point. Doctor?” Nicky says.
“Nicky, really?” Joe whines.
“Yes?” Dr. Kozak says, glancing between them.
“Would you consent to being a participant in a sexual scenario with the two of us, which will result in your sample being collected much sooner?” Nicky asks.
“Much?” Joe parrots, offended now.
“Uh. You’ll both stay restrained?”
“Yes.”
“And… I’ll still just be attaching and removing the device?”
“Yes.”
“Nicky, it’s my dick!” Joe complains, clearly (to Nicky anyway) on the verge of saying yes too. He’s already showing interest, and besides, Nicky knows every part of them belongs to each other.
“Then I’m not sure how it’s any different for me.”
“It’s not,” Nicky tells her, “But even though you are torturing us and I’ve decided to make the best out of this particular part of that, my lover needs to hear you consent to touching him and playing a role in sex with him.”
“It’s... not sex.” The Doctor says, glancing between them with confusion, ending up staring at Joe’s more and more obvious erection.
“Lover!?” Joe says, snorting.
“I’m using words she understands, they have to be small ones.” Nicky tells him in Italian. Joe grins at him, mean and gorgeous.
“Do you consent?” Nicky asks again.
“Yes.” The doctor says, clearing her throat, “I consent.”
“Then please, proceed.”
She nods, uncertain, keeping her distance like she thinks Joe might bite her. She undoes his flies with shaking hands, pulling his cock and balls free with gloved hands.
Joe stops glaring at her to meet Nicky’s heated gaze when Nicky says, “Beautiful. How does it feel?”
“Rubbery.” Joe says, as she lifts his length and slowly pushes him into a clear tube.
Nicky is biting his lips, watching, but he knows Joe needs to hear his voice right now. “And now? What is it doing?”
The machine comes on with a low whirring noise, like a very weak vibrator. Joe tenses up all over and jerks once, with a soft “Ah!” noise that has Nicky’s dick twitching in sympathy.
“It’s- there’s suction. It’s clinging everywhere, Nicky.”
“Is it warm?” Nicky asks, “Does it feel like my mouth?”
“Not at all.” Joe says, sounding furious, “Nothing feels as good as your mouth. It’s like I’m fucking a vacuum cleaner.”
Nicky laughs but keeps his eyes on Joe’s dick. It’s not flagging.
The doctor clears her throat again, looking very pink for all her supposed professionalism. Nicky forgets how impressive Joe is, how gorgeous. He’s certainly ruined Nicky for all others, something about the idea that she will fantasize about Joe after this - assuming she survives - makes him feel possessive and proud at once. “I’m going to engage the uh, um-“ she can’t seem to find the words, but flips a switch anyway.
A part, which was previously just pressing against the head of Joe’s dick, starts to move up and down. Joe chokes on his own spit and tries to fuck up into it or possibly away from it, frantic.
“Joe, Joe, calm down.” Nicky says, even though he’s keeping his own hips in check now, fully hard at the display. The doctor has sat down far enough away that she can watch both of them, she’s started taking notes.
Joe manages to stop thrusting, biting out, “Nicky this thing is demonic. It’s almost painful. It’s- fuck. It’s dragging it out of me. I think-“
“What Joe?”
“It’s gonna hurt. Fuck. Nicky I can’t believe you think this is hot, you filthy creature. I love you, I would do anything for you-“
“Mm, I know you would. Are you going to come?”
“Yes!” Joe says, nearly screaming it. The doctor jumps, dropping her clipboard. “Fuck, yes I’m going to come, I can’t believe this- Nicky, Nicky.” He starts to sound frantic, twisting his shoulders against the gurney and squeezing his eyes shut. His dick looks so red it’s almost purple, so thick it’s like it’s going to break out of the device.
Nicky licks his lips and says, “You’re doing so well Joe, you’re so perfect for me, doing this. Go ahead and come and it’ll be over. Give them a big sample Joe, come on-“
Joe shouts nearly indecipherable swears, cursing out the machine, the doctor, the universe, and comes. He comes a lot, even though the doctor rushes over and hurriedly shuts the moving part off and releases the suction element. It drips down onto the flies of his pants and the doctors blue gloves. Nicky, hearing mostly his own heart beating in his ears, has the somewhat hysterical thought that maybe she’ll let him lick it off if he asks nicely. He doesn’t ask, but he does let himself imagine it.
She tucks Joe’s softening cock away with a minimum of touching, and turns to extract her sample from the machine. Joe turns to Nicky.
“Alright.” He says, nearly breathless. “That was-“
“Kind of fun?” Nicky asks, trying to convey everything he’s feeling to Joe with only his eyes. Joe seems to get it, he looks like he did in the van earlier, on the verge of tears.
“One of the more absurd little deaths you’ve brought me to.” Joe says. “I almost want Andy and Booker to take their time, if I get to watch that happen to you.”
“Shit.” Nicky swears, precisely. He’d almost forgotten about that, forgotten about everything in the face of pleasure being wrought from Joe so absolutely without either of them expending any real effort. Nicky feels himself shaking a little, uncertain if he’s coming down from some high, approaching a new one, or simply scared.
“Nicky, Nicky.” Joe says, getting his attention again and holding it this time. “We’re okay. Our family will be here, they'll kill everyone between them and us.”
He says it in English, and the conviction in his voice must get through to the doctor. She turns back towards them and says, “Maybe we could work out some kind of deal after all?”
Joe smiles. It’s not a smile that promises mercy, but only Nicky would know that.
Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky/Kozak - Experimenting for science (dub-con)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-01 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)Nicky, hearing mostly his own heart beating in his ears, has the somewhat hysterical thought that maybe she’ll let him lick it off if he asks nicely. He doesn’t ask, but he does let himself imagine it.
Joe is right. Nicky is filthy and I love it.
Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky/Kozak - Experimenting for science (dub-con)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-02 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky/Kozak - Experimenting for science (dub-con)
(Anonymous) 2020-08-02 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)