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Vessel drops onto the couch next to IV with a bone-rattling groan. Usually he'd feel bad for jostling IV the way he does. The sub almost falling over sideways into Vessel. The crawling feeling under his skin is too intense though. Clouding his every thought.
"You okay?" IV asks, pausing his game and setting the controller aside.
"I'm still fucking stuck," Vessel seethes, shaking out his arms. "It feels like insects are crawling under my skin, I'm going to go mad."
"Still?"
IV's incredulity shouldn't anger Vessel the way it does. Which only makes him even angrier in turn. Sparking a soothing blanket of calm in the bond from II, sympathy from III, and confusion from IV. Both making Vessel feel even worse. If he could just drop into subspace then none of this would be a problem, but no. The soothing fog continues to elude him.
"Are none of your usual solutions working?"
"I don't have any usual solutions."
"What?" IV shoves at Vessel's shoulder to get him to turn to face IV.
"What what?"
"What do you mean you don't have a usual solution?"
"Because I don't? II and I always end up just waiting for me to hit my breaking point. Then he puts me back together."
"That's almost as bad as me going without a drop for as long as I did. That's not healthy, Vessel."
"I know, but we've tried everything," Vessel groans, burying his face in his hands.
"Has III tried?" IV asks.
Vessel shakes his head. "Bringing him in when I am like this just makes me combative."
There's a long moment of near-silence. Only the music from the game’s pause screen filing the space between them. Even the bond is quiet. Then IV's fingers brush against Vessel's elbow.
"Do you trust me enough to try something? It might help."
"Of course I trust you. What do you want to try?" Still Vessel can’t help but wonder what could IV even do? He isn’t a Dom or switch.
"I think it would be better if it was a surprise."
Vessel squints over at IV, who is keeping his face and his end of the bond exceptionally neutral. Unnaturally neutral. Enough that Vessel is half expecting II or III to show up asking what's wrong. He really is not sure what IV could do that would help, because it really does feel like they've tried everything. But he's exhausted and feels like he might be going insane, so...
"Yeah, sure."
Vessel was not sure what he expected, but he does know this:
IV grabbing him by the shoulder and shoving him off the couch on his ass was not it. Expression cool and detached as he looks down at Vessel.
"Kneel."
"IV, what—"
"I didn't say you could talk, I. Said. Kneel."
Oh fuck, Vessel finds himself shifting to kneel on automatic. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. IV's a sub, where is this coming from? Vessel can only watch in shock as IV shucks his jeans and briefs. Tossing them to the side.
"Here's what you're going to do," IV says, fisting a hand in Vessel's hair and hauling him close. "You're going to be quiet and keep my cock warm. Put your mouth to good use. Until II comes in to check on us. Understood?"
"Yes," Vessel gasps.
"Yes, what?" IV says, voice firm.
"Yes, sir," he squeaks.
"Good."
It's not a 'Good Boy' and something about that makes something in Vessel's brain rattle. Even as IV tugs him forward by the hair. Burying Vessel's face against his groin. He shakes as he adjusts. Shuffling closer, pressing his tongue to the underside of IV's dick. Almost cradling it. IV throws his legs over Vessel's shoulders and crosses his ankles behind Vessel's back. Forcing him in that little bit closer. Settling back into the cushions and grabbing the controller. Not even looking at Vessel as he goes back to his game.
His hands flutter, unsure where he can put them, only for IV to grab his wrists. Placing them on his hips.
Hands on IV, he can do that.
Vessel lets his hands slide up IV's side until they rest over the sub's ribs.
Whatever it was that was rattling in Vessel's head is knocked loose. Dragging him down...
Down...
Down....
His whole world is IV right now. The sub's scent, heady and sweet. The warmth of his thighs. The taste of his arousal whenever Vessel slowly licks from hole to tip. Vaguely he is aware of his own arousal pooling in his core, his own cock chubbed in his pants.
But IV hasn't said he could touch himself. So Vessel doesn't.
He's a good boy.
Occasionally IV pets his hair. Giving it little tugs. Which sends Vessel tumbling deeper and deeper. His brain filling with that warm and soothing fog of subspace. A comfort that he's missed so desperately.
After some time passes IV tugs his head back by the hair and Vessel whines. Tongue lolling out. He stares up at IV, who smirks.
"What's your color?" IV asks.
It takes a moment for the question to register in Vessel's mind. Color? Color. A check in. Vessel swallows.
"Green, sir."
"Good boy."
Cock throbbing at the praise, Vessel whines again. Licking at the juices on his chin.
"Oh this made you a dumb little slut, II will be delighted."
Vessel shivers, barely able to react before IV shoves him back in place. Petting Vessel's hair and sighing as the switch suckles his cock before settling back into place. Letting out a contented noise as he does.
Time is meaningless to Vessel. Beyond the casual pets to his hair or when IV's lovely thighs clench around his head. Or when he thumps a heel against Vessel's back. He just knows he could stay here forever. His eyes drift shut as he sinks even further into the drop.
"Oh, now look at my Baby Boy."
Vessel whines, struggling to open his eyes at the sound of his Dom's voice. Eventually he manages it. Blinking out of sync in the process.
II leans against IV's side, one hand petting his hair as the Dom watches Vessel.
"Our Sweet Boy is so smart. We should have asked him for help sooner." The Dom presses a kiss to IV's temple, whispering something Vessel cannot hear. It gets IV to smile. "Now what to do with you?"
Leave him here forever? That would be lovely.
IV rests his head on II's shoulder. "He's a bit cock drunk and stupid."
"Oh is he?"
Vessel whines and IV tugs at his hair, turning it into a moan around IV's dick. Giving his folds a few broad licks, dipping the tip of his tongue into IV's entrance.
II taps IV's shoulder, and the sub pulls him back by the hair. Earning another plaintive whine.
"What's your color, Baby Boy?"
"Green, sir," Vessel slurs.
"Thank you, my good boy."
Tears prick at Vessel's eyes, then slide down his face silently. Happy for the praise. He is a good boy still. Even after being stuck.
"My Baby Boy," II coos, swiping away the tears with his thumbs. "You're always so good for me."
There's hands on Vessel's waist, sliding up his sides. Callused fingers drag over his nipples. A warm body pressing against his back.
"You're gonna have to thank IV for getting you to drop," III whispers into his ear. Getting Vessel to shudder against him. "But I think you’ve earned a good fucking for being such a good boy for our sweet sub."
Vessel turns imploring eyes to II. Sending little 'please'es pinging down the bond. He's been good. He's being good. And he needs this so badly, has needed this.
II smiles, and it's like a warm blanket. He tucks a bit of hair out of Vessel's eyes. "III will fuck you while you take care of IV and myself. You don't cum until IV does. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Vessel practically shoves the thought down the bond.
"Good."
III pulls Vessel up onto all fours. Hands going straight for Vessel's belt. Tugging insistently, almost in time with how IV tugs at his hair. A delicious push and pull that sends Vessel tumbling even deeper into his drop. He laps at IV's folds with little finesse. Fucking into him with his tongue, sucking on his dick with every upstroke. Coming up for air so he can breathe, nipping at IV's thighs as he replaces his tongue with his fingers.
He's so determined to get IV to cum he forgets about III. Until two lubed fingers probe at his ass. Making Vessel yelp.
III laughs. "So cock drunk he forgot about me."
"Means you're taking too long," IV gasps. He pulls Vessel's hair. "Mouth, I want your mouth."
The switch obliges, even as III crooks his fingers within him to make Vessel see stars. Cock throbbing as it hangs neglected beneath him.
"Think we can get him to cum untouched?" IV asks. III laughs.
"We're going to."
Vessel makes a desperate noise, looking up at IV pleadingly. Bu the sub only smirks. Matching II's own quite uncannily.
"Looks like it's a race," II muses. Slowly stroking his cock.
Oh Sleep help him. Vessel adds a third finger. Pumping them into IV as he sucks at his cock. Giving it firm licks as he does so. IV is close, he can feel it. In the way he clenches around Vessel's fingers, the little twitches against his mouth. Soon. Just a little bit—
Vessel's eyes roll back and he moans open-mouthed against IV as III's cock slides into him.
III doesn't waste any time waiting for Vessel to adjust. Starting to rock his hips the moment he bottoms out. Grinding against Vessel's ass, then starting with shallow thrusts that III knows drives him mad. Cock throbbing in time with the pounding in his ears.
"Are you done being a good boy?" II says, with a click of his tongue. The words snap Vessel back into focus. Renewing his ministrations on IV. IV cums first. He can be good. IV cums first.
The little break might have been just what IV needed. As his thighs clench tight around Vessel's head, both hands fisted in his hair.
"Fuck, yes," IV groans as he cums. Warmth spilling across both Vessel's face and the bond. It's enough to trigger Vessel's own orgasm.
All the switch can do is cling to IV as III fucks him through it. Mind blurry as he rides out the waves of pleasure. Distantly Vessel is aware of being moved. Of II and IV shifting on the couch. But he can't be bothered to care.
Not until warm hands cup his jaw and a cock bumps against his lips.
On automatic Vessel lets his mouth fall open. Fuck him. Use him.
"I will, Baby Boy, you just hold still and I'll fuck that pretty mouth."
Yes, please please please.
The grip on his hips tighten, one shifting to grip the back of Vessel's neck. Holding him steady.
III rams his hips forward. Moving Vessel with him, making him swallow down II's cock. It's easy for Vessel to relax and open his throat. Blissfully loose-limbed from both his climax and the deep subspace. He's content to float and be used for his Love's pleasure.
Until II grips his jaw that bit tighter. Pulling his cock free when III next pulls Vessel back so he can paint the switch's face.
III pulls Vessel close, upright. Back to chest so he can bounce Vessel on his cock. With each thrust he hits that perfect spot within Vessel. Making him see stars. More hands are on his chest, lips and teeth on his throat. Biting and nipping just to soothe the pain away with soft kisses.
"Think we can get one more out of him?"
"Absolutely."
With a whine, Vessel shakes his head. Even as callused hands wrap around his cock. Lube making each stroke smooth as his oversensitive cock is handled.
"What's your color, Baby Boy?"
Grass, the leaves in the trees. "Green, sir," Vessel manages to warble. Like the color of II's hair last month.
"Smart ass."
A laugh. "If he can be a smart ass then I think cumming again is exactly what he needs."
A hot mouth replaces the hands and Vessel keens. Squirming against the hands moving him however they want. III and IV, a tiny corner of his mind whispers. III is fucking him and IV is sucking his soul out through his dick. Tongue paying close attention to his piercings because the sub is a menace, and somehow he got Vessel hard again so quickly.
With great effort Vessel peels two of his eyes open. Then immediately regrets it.
IV has his mouth around his cock. Tonguing the piercings and swallowing around the head. Fingers buried deep within himself as he watches Vessel's every reaction.
He smirks (or as close as he can get with his lips stretched around a cock, but the impression of smirking is in the bond) and sneaks his free hand under Vessel.
The finger rubbing at Vessel's taint is like a lightning strike. Perfectly timed with one of III's thrusts and IV purring around his cock. Vessel comes with a shout, mind going blank as he's dragged deeper into subspace than he's ever been before.
He wakes up in the bath.
The big one in the washroom attached to the playroom. The one that can fit all four of them. Which it is. II is holding him, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. The legs tangled with his must be III's. The hand petting his hair must be IV's. They've noticed he's awake, sleep vs wakefulness feels different in the bond. They probably knew he was coming down from cloud nine before he did. Thankfully they seem content to let Vessel just rest for now. Though he knows its only a matter of time before II insists he drink and eat something.
"How did you ever think of trying to dominate Vessel?" III is asking.
"It's a thing I learned during training," IV says. "If a switch or sub is stuck and a Dom can't get them to drop then submitting to another submissive usually works."
"Weird," III says. "Wonder why."
"My mentor thought it was because Stacker's Dynamic Hierarchy is incorrect."
That's enough to get Vessel to stir, peeling his eyes open. Blinking out of sync as he does. "What do you mean? Incorrect how?" He slurs, struggling to sit up.
"Nerd." III sends across the bond with a rush of affection.
Still, he tugs Vessel upright. It's strange. Vessel feels like a rubber band stretched too far, but he wasn't snapped to release the tension. Instead he was gently.... un-stretched.... He's far too tired for metaphors.
"Are you even awake enough for dynamics theory talk?" IV laughs, catching Vessel by the arms when he tilts too far forward.
"I'm fine!"
II makes a disbelieving noise.
"I'm fine," Vessel insists.
A bottle of water is shoved into his hands and Vessel drinks without prompting. "So why did your mentor think it was incorrect?" he asks.
IV takes a bowl of cut fruit from II, offering it to Vessel. He takes a strawberry. Popping it into his mouth and making a show of taking another. Look, see. He's eating and drinking.
Appeased, IV starts, "So we all know Stacker's Dynamic Hierarchy. Doms at the top, subs at the bottom, switches in the middle."
"Like a sandwich," III says with a nod.
"Well my mentor thought that was, to directly quote her: A bunch of dominant centric bullshit that ignores how humans actually function. Her thinking was that the Hierarchy doesn't exist the way Stacker insisted it does. Her working theory is that subs and Doms are actually equal, but subs give the top spot to Doms. In order to maintain balance. Switches are still in the middle, but their place is more fluid. Don't think rungs on a ladder, instead think a set of scales that needs to be kept in balance."
"I like that a lot more," II says.
"So how does a switch getting stuck work into that?" III asks. "Why can II unstick me, but you had to unstick Vessel?"
"I'm not sure? But I think it's because of me being a sub."
"What?" III squawks.
"You're not to blame—" Vessel rushes to assure III. Only to be cut off by a kiss from IV.
"Instincts," IV says when he pulls away.
Vessel scrunches his brow, but a light bulb goes off on III's end of the bond.
"Mine make me want II to work for it, but Vessel's wanted him to be Maximum Baby. Which couldn't be achieved without a sub to go 'okay, you're beneath me.'"
Vessel groans, burying his face in his hands. It makes sense, but did he have to phrase it like that?
"Basically. My mentor suspected it had to do with extremes."
III nods, proud of himself while II tugs Vessel back into his arms. Letting the other two carry on the conversation. The switch wanting to know more about IV's mentor. Who now is a college professor, apparently. Getting IV that caliber of mentor for his training seems so at odds with what they know of IV's parents. But Vessel can ask about that later.
"So what made you decide to have Vessel warm your dick?" II asks when there's a lull in the conversation.
"Panic," IV shrugs. "I wanted to use him as a footstool, but we haven't talked human furniture yet and it wasn't the time for kink negotiation. But dick warming is super common and low stakes. So no pressure on either of us."
"You're so smart I kind of want to suck your dick about it," Vessel mumbles. He could. He's got excellent breath control and—
"No." II cuts him off verbally and mentally. "It's aftercare time, besides you've never been that deep into a drop before. So your only job is to relax right now.
"Yes, sir." Vessel says with a pout.