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John grunted as he was pressed harder into the cold metal wall of Atlantis. Rodney's dick was huge and thick, brutally stretching John open as it pressed into his ass. John adjusted his position, spreading his legs as far as his hastily shoved down pants would let him and resting his forehead against the wall, arms splayed for balance.
"That's it slut, take it," Rodney grunted as he shoved harder into John, making him groan.
It felt so good being taken and used like this and John didn't even care that it was happening in a corridor of Atlantis where anyone could walk by or that they were supposed to be going to a staff meeting.
Rodney grunted again, shoving forward once more, until he was buried all the way inside John. John moaned, pushing back, desperate to get fucked.
"Hold still," Rodney ordered with a slap to John's ass that had him whining. John was sure he didn't used to be this noisy during sex. It was Rodney that brought it out in him.
"If you're good, I'll use my belt on you later," Rodney promised and John whimpered at that. Rodney's belt on him was John's second-favorite thing, after a bare-hand spanking and it was something Rodney didn't do that often preferring to use a cane or crop instead.
Apparently satisfied, Rodney gripped John's hips more tightly and began to move, thrusting in and out of John's ass with a steady, even pace. He had amazing stamina and could fuck John for hours in the right mood. John knew that wasn't going to happen now, what with the meeting, but it still felt great to be reamed so thoroughly, his ass used by Rodney for his own pleasure. John didn't even know if he'd be allowed to get off this time, but that was fine, sometimes being left frustrated could be as good as getting to come.
Rodney's strokes sped up and he was grunting almost all the time now as he continued to fuck John's ass hard. "When I've filled you with my come, I'm putting a plug in you," he told John, making him whimper at the mental image.
John loved being made to walk around like that, as a constant reminder of Rodney's ownership. That he would be wearing the plug during a staff meeting was even better. The constant pressure on his prostate would be hell, because Rodney liked to tease him when he got bored during reports, but again, John liked all that entailed.
Rodney was really pounding him now, cock nailing John's prostate on every thrust in, before withdrawing almost all the way, then shoving in hard again. "Going to come, slut," Rodney panted, pulling John's hips back and nudging his legs impossibly wider, making John's thighs ache.
John whimpered, his own cock was throbbing and his balls aching with his need to come, but he knew better than to let go without being told. Several thrusts later, Rodney gave one loud, drawn-out groan and then went still, while his cock filled John's ass.
John pressed his forehead harder against the wall, fingers scrabbling for a grip on the smooth metal as he took Rodney's weight against his back. He was still desperate to come, but somehow managed to hold off his orgasm.
After what felt like an eternity, Rodney pulled back and away from him, making John hiss as his cock slipped out John's well-used ass.
"Did you come?" Rodney demanded to know.
"No, Master," John replied, breathless and aching.
"That's my slut," Rodney said, sounding fond, as he rubbed his thumb over John's hole.
Then John felt the pressure of the plug against his hole and he relaxed as much as he could as Rodney pushed the toy inside of him. Even without seeing it, John knew which one of their collection it was – the feel of the ribs and the size of it as it slid inside told John and he moaned a little at the sensation of it filling him. The toy wasn't as big as Rodney, but it still felt good in John's aching ass.
Rodney spent some time playing with it, teasing John, making him moan as it brushed against his prostate briefly, before withdrawing it again.
"You can come when I put it back inside you," Rodney said.
John managed a breathless, "Thank you Master," as the plug was shoved deep in his ass once more, nailing his prostate dead on. Then all he could do was shout as his body let go, shaking through an intense release that caused his vision to go blurry, while he slumped against the wall.
John rested there for what seemed like a long time, body quivering as he fought to get his breathing back under control. Rodney was surprisingly quiet behind him, one hand running over John's back, then fondling his ass, before sliding up to grip the back of John's neck.
Finally, John managed to force himself upright, grimacing as he looked down at the mess of come on his belly and thighs, not to mention the wall and floor. At least his T-shirt had been pulled up enough to stay clean, because John knew that he wouldn't be getting a shower any time soon.
"Better clean up that mess, slut," Rodney told him, "And be quick, I don't want Elizabeth making a fuss for us being late to her meeting."
"Yes Master," John said, easing down to his knees, feeling a throb from his cock as the plug made itself known inside him once more. Leaning forward, John began to lick up his come from the wall, no longer bothered by it, as he had been at first. It was just another of Rodney's quirks now, a way of him showing John had thoroughly he was owned.
Rodney was a silent presence behind him, the whole time John was getting the wall and floor clean, until he finally snapped, "Alright, that's enough, put your clothes back together so we can get going."
John couldn't help grunting a little as he got back to his feet, the metal floors of Atlantis were hell on knees the wrong side of forty, but he managed it by himself and quickly dressed himself properly again. He didn't get to clean up at all, because Rodney liked him come-covered and smelling of sex. To Rodney, it reinforced his ownership of John and ensured no one else tried to approach him. Not that John would even look at anyone else anyway, but it was another of Rodney's quirks that John was used to by now – and this one he kind of even liked, especially when it was Rodney coming on John and leaving him marked.
When John was done, Rodney snapped his leash back onto his collar and tugged slightly, leading the way down the corridor. John was pretty sure they weren't actually going to be late for the meeting at all, because Rodney was too careful at planning even seemingly random encounters like this one to leave the timing to chance.
Sure enough, by the time they were going in to the conference room, John could see that Carson's seat was still empty and Elizabeth was chatting to Teyla in a corner of the room, both of them holding mugs of tea.
Carson came in soon after, as John settled on his knees once more next to Rodney, apologizing for being late, but Elizabeth just waved it off as she and Teyla took their positions at the head of the table. John bowed his head and rested his hands on his thighs as Rodney set up his laptop, getting into the right frame of mind to pay attention despite the distraction of the plug in his ass and the soreness of his knees. Rodney would quiz him later on what had gone on, so John couldn't just drift off into memories or fantasies like he wanted to during the endless reports.
Out here in Atlantis, no one was allowed to take up space as a pet or even just as an Ancient light switch, which was how John had been brought on to the mission. So John's brain was put to use as well as his limited military training and he found that most of the time, he enjoyed having a chance to use his skills instead of being mostly supernumerary as he often had been on Earth. John still didn't have an official designation but he did have duties and even went on missions, which meant he had to know what was going on around him. So he put aside thoughts of how sore he was and how much he was looking forward to Rodney fulfilling his promise to use his belt on John's ass later and concentrated on the reports on their food supplies and munitions requirements and mission rosters. Everything else would have to wait.