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[ A high rise building at the edge of the city ]
“KorTac is on the premises!” Soap exclaimed through the comms.
“I saw them too, four just came in”, Gaz continued, equally agitated.
“Ghost, move!” Price commanded.
“Shit…” Ghost exhaled to his mic.
It had become quickly clear that the target wasn’t in Soap’s area, nor Gaz’s, so the only option left was that they were in Ghost’s area of the high rise. And now that KorTac was trying to move in on the same target, Ghost had to be quick or risk losing their objective. He sped up and cleared room after room as quickly as he safely could, eyes sweeping every corner.
He hurried to the end of the hall and as he turned to take the corner it felt like he was suddenly hit by a wrecking ball. He slammed against the wall, air leaving his lungs at the sheer impact. Something pushed him even tighter to the wall as he realised what was happening.
“Look what I found…” the German accent cooed.
Ghost grabbed his knife and swung his arm as hard as he could downwards. The knife made contact with the man’s thigh, but sank in only an inch. A strong arm was blocking Ghost’s violent attempt. The towering figure grabbed his wrist and twisted it off the knife.
“A knife? Are you flirting with me?” the words sounded sugared and off putting as the blade dropped to the ground.
Ghost used all of his strength to push the tall man off of him, but all he got was an even more forceful push back. He grunted as he tried to manoeuvre himself in any possible direction, hoping to find the slightest opening from under the man. A leg slid between his, restricting his movements to an almost full halt. The masked face leaned into him, blue eyes fiendishly narrow. Ghost froze.
Sounds. Someone is coming.
König heard it too. He grabbed Ghost aggressively from his vest and yanked him through the nearest open door. The office was dark as he forced Ghost behind the door and out of view from the hall. A gloved hand went to the Brit’s throat, squeezing it roughly.
“Make a sound and we’re both done”, König whispered in a low, commanding voice.
Ghost glared at him, his brown eyes a mix of scorn and alarm. They could hear several footsteps approaching from a distance. König stared directly at Ghost as if to check that they had an understanding. He tightened his grip around Ghost’s neck until the man was breathing laboriously, trying to pull the hand off of him. König grabbed his wrist again, twisting it painfully to curb the resistance.
The steps were now nearing their door. König squeezed hard and Ghost’s eyes went mellow as he was getting light headed. The Austrian observed him, mesmerised, as it was getting increasingly hard to tell from Ghost’s expression if he was blacking out or having an orgasm. When the steps went by their door, König grabbed the man’s crotch. Ghost jolted but made no sound, his eyes just rolling in his head. The hand started forcefully rubbing him as the footsteps started to disappear into the distance. He was now seeing stars; until König let go on all fronts and Ghost dropped to the floor, inhaling greedily.
“Wonder if those were our targets”, König mocked as he went to shut the sturdy door.
He walked back over to Ghost, who was conveniently out of steam, and pushed him onto his stomach. The heavy frame sat on top of Ghost’s lower back as König pulled his arms back forcefully and pulled out zip ties. All Ghost could do was wriggle with his depleted strength as his wrists were tied tightly together. König leaned into him, hands pressing on Ghost’s shoulder blades.
“Let’s make a bet”, he whispered near the Brit’s ear, tone dripping with venomous glee, “If your team catches them, I’ll let you walk. If mine does, well, you’ll have a long night ahead of you.”
Ghost stared at him from the corner of his eye with disdain. Of course 141 was going to catch them, but he wasn’t going to play his obscene games. With a swift move of his hand, König turned off Ghost’s comms.
“No cheating…” he cooed.
He leaned off of the man’s back and stood up next to him. All Ghost could see were the heavy combat boots walking to somewhere behind him, the steps unnervingly subtle against the carpeted floor.
“Let’s not waste time while we wait”, König said as he kicked Ghost’s legs apart, stepping between them.
He leaned down on his knees, spreading Ghost’s legs even further apart with his own. The Brit just pulled on his restraints to test them, the narrow plastic only digging painfully to his wrists. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. König though had no need for a breather as he grabbed Ghost’s trousers by the belt loops and pulled his hips off the ground. Ghost’s upper body scraped against the carpet as his hips were getting pressed against König’s crotch. The subtle grind sent a burning flash through his body.
“Just want to check the prize…” König said sweetly as he slid his hands from Ghost’s hips to his front. A low growl escaped Ghost as he glared over his shoulder at the Austrian, knowing it was nothing but a hollow threat. The man paid it no mind and unbuckled the belt before pulling the zipper down. Ghost pressed his forehead to the ground. A warm hand slid into his trousers, the other shuffling the hem of the jacket and shirt upwards to reveal the sensitive flesh of the Brit’s stomach. The coarse hairs there felt sweaty and inviting under the Austrian’s fingers. König kneaded Ghost’s stomach, pressing on it and stroking the soft muscles. Ghost’s body tensed and he rubbed his forehead to the floor, discomfort churning in his body at the pressure against his bladder.
“Stop…” Ghost mustered as he flexed his abs tight.
“Why?” König asked, stopping his hands, “Did you get shy?”
“Stop pressing there”, Ghost huffed, clearly aggravated by the man’s smart-assery.
“Where..?” König said innocently while continuing to press around Ghost’s stomach as if mapping his flesh.
Ghost growled loudly as König put pressure on his lower stomach, just above his pubes.
“Here?” the man asked as if playing dumb, though the performance was so thin it just felt insulting, “Do you need to pee?”
He pressed on the spot even harder and Ghost’s muscles tensed up, his whole body trying to fight against the instinct it evoked. König observed him, a devious smile creeping up to his eyes as he noticed the futile struggle. He eased his grip for a moment. He slid his hand out of the trousers and grabbed Ghost by the neck of his gear, yanking him upright to his knees and against his chest. Ghost’s arms squeezed between his back and the larger man’s stomach as his lower back arched to fit them there.
“That’s ok, I’ll help you”, the German accent was unnervingly indulging.
He slid his hand into the Brit’s black underwear, pulling his flaccid dick out and holding it sternly in his hand.
“Go on then” König smirked, not at all caring about Ghost’s low exhales.
“Fuck off”, Ghost huffed, his northern accent thickening.
König let go of the dick and pressed hard on the man’s lower stomach, running his palm on the curly pubes there. Ghost tried to curl forward as the sensation on his bladder became painful. König held him tight as he nuzzled his head next to Ghost’s ear.
“Don’t be so rude when I’m just being helpful”, he breathed warmly while pressing his palm even harder.
Ghost growled as his body tried to fight the urge to release and his mind was flooded with embarrassment. His cheeks felt hot as König grabbed his length again, stroking it coaxingly. Ghost let out a sharp exhale that was verging on a whine as his body let go. König held the dick like he would his own as he felt the liquid starting to run through it. Ghost’s head dropped as he heard the wet trickling against the carpet.
“There you go. Good boy” König smiled, just watching the stream of piss over the man’s slouched shoulder.
Men piss in front of each other all the time, there’s nothing to it, Ghost rationalised, but in his core he felt deflated as he watched himself be held as he let out the last drops. Defeat and vulnerability were rattling somewhere in the back of his mind while he just stared at the mess he had made. He could feel the moisture starting to seep to the fabric on his knees. König just hummed with delight behind him.
“You feel better?” König pried as his gloved hand gave Ghost’s dick a few long strokes, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably against the velvety skin.
Ghost said nothing, just allowing his flaccid member to be handled before König stopped to pull off his gloves. With his bare hands he slipped Ghost’s belt from its loops. Holding the belt in one hand he grabbed the Brit’s chin with the other, tilting the man’s head back onto his shoulder. Their temples pressed together as König flung the belt over Ghost’s throat and around both of their necks, buckling it behind his own nape. The leather bit into the back of König’s neck but it bit even harder into Ghost’s windpipe, making him breath heavy. Being bound so obscenely close to his captor made Ghost agitated and hot. König started running his now free hands around the shorter man’s pubes, circling his dick from both sides. Ghost wheezed as he tried to move in any direction.
“If you’re struggling to breathe just turn to face me”, the Austrian coaxed against Ghost’s covered cheek, “let the back of your neck take the toll.”
And lean into you like some needy bitch? Dream on, Ghost antagonised in his mind, refusing to engage the man in any form.
The hands on his groin started to stroke on his balls and cock, the large palms covering them with ease. The handling was rough but it hit all the right places. As König rubbed on the tip of his dick, Ghost jolted. The leather belt gave no way and all the man could do was wheeze and cough simultaneously as it bit into him; the sound was wretched. König didn’t stop though, rubbing and squeezing intently as the coughing continued. Ghost’s chest was heaving visibly heavy.
“Just turn your head…” König said matter-of-factly, his eyes locked to the corner of Ghost’s.
Like from a command, Ghost turned his head to König’s neck, now gasping hard into the Austrian’s jawline as more air was able to flow in. König shivered so hard at the sensation that even Ghost could feel it. The pumping on his dick got faster and tighter as he felt the large man get more heated. Despite willing himself to stay collected, Ghost’s dick was steadily getting more solid, the sensations cumulating against his will.
“Turn to face me”, König said, his voice needy as he vigorously worked Ghost, trying to get the man fully erect. Now that he had gotten a taste, he was getting impatient to have the man break into a moan or at least a desperate squirm.
“Fuck off”, came the breathy reply, still full of thorns despite the other man’s upperhand on him.
König grabbed the belt at the back of his neck and pulled on it sternly. Ghost began gasping loudly, his whole body squirming as the leather now compressed on his arteries as well, blocking both air and circulation on the side of his neck. He was quickly getting light headed as König just stared at him, eyes drilled into the arousing sight as Ghost’s eyes became half lidded.
“Turn around and I’ll take this off”, he said calmly.
Ghost started to shuffle on his knees, trying to manoeuvre his legs from between König’s as he struggled to turn his bound body in his haze. A hard-on was starting to bulge in König’s pants as he felt the Brit grind against him until he was facing him, chin pressing on his shoulder and heart beating against his chest. Ghost was panting to his ear now, defeated and angry. There he was, leaning into him, panting breathlessly; like a needy bitch.
König’s whole body was turning hot, the whole set-up being more than he had expected when he first pinned the man to the wall. He slid his hand back to Ghost’s half hard dick before pushing the other to the back of the man’s pants and into his underwear. He wasted no time spreading the muscular cheeks and rolling his fingertips on the tender hole. Ghost struggled as he felt the warm fingers manipulating him from both sides, pulling on the leather belt and his restraints.
“Will you fucking let go”, he snapped.
König stopped. He slowly pulled out his hand from Ghost’s underwear. A feeling of relief filled Ghost as he could feel his own breathing steadying as his body relaxed ever so slightly and his weight eased into the body supporting him. Facing the other way, Ghost couldn’t see König but he felt the man move his hood. Before he could think much about it he felt the hand return to his ass, now wet and slick. The hairs on his neck immediately stood up. With no courtesy or warning, König pushed his spit covered finger into him. Ghost cursed and thrashed as he felt it slide in deep, knuckles brushing against his ass as he was stretched.
“Stop or this’ll be the last thing you ever do”, Ghost growled darkly like a cornered animal, meaning every word of it and making sure the Austrian knew it.
“Cheap price for what I'm about to do…” König purred as he nuzzled Ghost’s head, their masks rustling against each other coarsely.
Ghost groaned in frustration that burned in his chest as he pulled on his zip ties so hard it cut into his skin with a sting. König rubbed his finger inside him, hitting Ghost’s prostate wantonly while jerking his dick. The forced simulation was pooling in the Brit as he tried to fight it, desperation quickly seeping in as he feverishly went through his options.
“König, you read?”
Ghost could hear a subtle sound coming from the Austrian’s comms as he was pressed to the man closely. König halted his movements before releasing Ghost from his hold on all fronts.
“Aah, the results are in”, König chirped as he untied the belt, dropping it on the ground as Ghost slumped with it. A muscular arm grabbed him, manoeuvring him to the side before letting him fall back first on the ground with a heavy thump.
“Ja?”, König replied intently. Ghost was breathing in deep gusts, glaring up at the tall man from the floor. A small huff escaped König as he listened, and Ghost could hear his smile.
“Copy that”, König replied, turning to look down at his victim.
“I have some good news and bad news”, he said ominously, his eyes narrowing with crows feet appearing at the corners, “Bad news is that you lost. Good news is that I won.”
Ghost’s blood ran cold. Lost? Are his teammates ok?
His thoughts were cut immediately short as the Austrian leaned to face him. He grabbed Ghost’s waist, flipping him onto his stomach and sitting on top of the man’s calves with ease even as the man tried to resist any attempts at handling him. The struggling did nothing more than peg König to go further and put him in his place. He took the discarded belt from the ground as he pulled Ghost’s open trousers down to his hips, revealing his bare ass. A loud snap echoed in the empty room as the leather made contact.
“Hmh!” Ghost gritted his teeth at the sudden pain.
Another hit of the belt felt even worse as he could feel the sting dig in deeper, leaving a pulsing afterglow across both of his ass cheeks. The Austrian was unnervingly huge and mostly muscle. His strength, as well as his now obvious devious, sadistic qualities, bled through to every hit he served. Ghost couldn’t help feeling a small shiver of intimidation as he lay on the ground just taking what was given to him. The third hit made Ghost squirm against the carpeted floor as the cumulating punishments flooded him with a pain he had never felt before; a white-hot sensation that morphed into a warm, comforting tingle.
“This colour suits you”, König breathed slowly as the back of his hand ran across the red skin that was quickly turning purple.
Ghost was breathing shallowly, trying to collect himself and form a coherent thought. König straightened his posture on top of him. He would make the last one count. The leather came down with militant precision, extremely hard and controlled, the sound of it making any normal person wince.
“Fuck…!” Ghost spat, his voice breaking for barely a split second, but just enough for König to hear it. And that was enough to hook him.
Ghost shook as adrenalin flooded through his system, the stinging pain turning to burning before mellow pulsing was all that was left. Looking at the display on the floor, König couldn’t help but be enthralled; the feared and tough operator was panting under him, all for him to do with as he pleased. He let out a long, low hum. He could feel his dick following the realisation of what an opportunity this was. His hand ran across his trousers, rubbing the bulge through the fabric as his body was heating up, getting needier and more impatient.
A warm hand snaked to Ghost’s neck, sliding under the back of his balaclava. The threat of being exposed kicked Ghost’s reflexes into full gear as he thrashed his head from side to side, trying to get the man to stop his intrusion.
“Stop that,” König said while grabbing Ghost’s hair tightly between his fingers, pulling on it with a painful grip until the man’s head tilted slightly backward, “I’m not interested in ruining the mystery.”
The man laid his heavy body over Ghost, his chest pressing against the Brit’s back and his crotch rubbing on the beaten ass. He started grinding his body roughly, his other hand seeking support on his forearm while the other kept a tight grip on Ghost’s soft hair under the balaclava. Ghost held his breath as his body was rocked against the carpet, his tender ass sending jolts through his spine as the fabric scraped on the bruised, red skin. The bulge against him was getting noticeably harder with every grind.
“Hmmm…” König hummed as he nuzzled close to Ghost's ear, rubbing his nose to the side of his head through the fabric.
Ghost tried to grab the man’s clothes with his tied hands as they brushed against him, trying to find anything to rebel against. It was all too restricting, too demeaning, and he could feel his brow starting to furrow as frustration started to shift to acceptance that there was no way out of this until it was all done. His body started to go more lax as it was rocked back and forth.
With a huff, König slowed down, letting go of Ghost’s hair as he got up. His dick was now visibly straining against his trousers as he stood towering with the Brit between his feet. With a strong flip from his boot, König rolled Ghost over to his back, his unbuttoned trousers hanging on his hips, the boxers barely covering his privates. König eyed the coarse hair peeking from the waistband as he laid his boot on top of it, tilting it so his heel pressed on the length of Ghost's cock. He rolled his textured sole and Ghost clenched his teeth.
“Why are you hard?” the Austrian cooed, looking down with a patronising look. The arrogance made Ghost flare up with hauteur as his eyes stared coldly back at the man.
“You twisted little thing…” König smiled as he kept massaging his foot on the tender flesh, making it harder and harder for Ghost to maintain any remains of composure as his breathing was starting to show his discomfort.
König’s foot pressed hard, sending a painful jolt through Ghost as his dick squeezed hard on his lower stomach. Ghost kicked viciously with his leg, making direct contact with König’s shin and knocking the man off balance.
König let out a long huff as he corrected his footing before stepping over to Ghost’s side. He leaned down and took Ghost by the scruff of his gear and dragged him across the floor. The carpet burned on Ghost’s brutalised skin causing him to hiss as he tried to kick his feet to lift himself away from the friction. König dropped him close to the wall next to a wall-mounted radiator before going back to pick up the familiar leather belt from the ground.
“You kick like a horse”, the Austrian smirked as he sat next to the man laying on the floor, “But don't worry, I’ll tame you.”
He lifted up one of Ghost’s legs and tightened the belt around the thigh right above the knee. He pulled the leather and Ghost’s leg was pulled up along with it. Leaning over Ghost’s head, he tied the other end of the belt to the radiator, causing Ghost’s knee to be pulled near his head as his hips lifted slightly off the ground. With his other leg now suspended and hands tied, all Ghost could do was stare daggers at the Austrian as the man circled back around to sit in front of him, settling between his legs.
“I think it’s time to claim my reward, no?” König said as he pulled the already loosened trousers down to Ghost’s knees.
“Go ahead and try, you boisterous cunt”, Ghost hissed, knowing that talking back was the only thing he truly had left.
König let out a small laugh as he started pulling down the black boxers, revealing Ghost’s half hard cock which dragged against the waistband before flopping back onto his stomach. The fabric brushed on the bare member as König leaned down and lifted his hood just enough to cover the tempting display under it. Ghost couldn’t even form a thought before he could feel a wet tongue licking his dick, saliva dragging along the length as his tip was suddenly engulfed in a warm and soft mouth.
“Hah!” was all Ghost could muster at the surprise, his body squirming as a hot sensation flashed in his stomach.
König sucked and licked with dedication, rolling his tongue on the slit and savouring every drop of precum he could coax out of the stubborn operator. As he felt a small twitch, he sucked hard and bobbed his head, taking in as much as he could. He was determined to break any walls the unlucky Brit had left. Ghost was panting, his chest felt tight as he felt increasingly upset at himself for getting harder from the Austrians' handling. He should be above this; more in control of himself, even if he had lost the control of the situation.
“Hmmm…” König hummed as he could feel the flesh in his mouth getting fully hard, the twitching and precum letting him know the man was where he wanted him.
König pulled back up, looking at the begging, wet dick in front of him. He leaned slightly back and started untying one of Ghost’s shoes. He pulled it off before pulling off the sock as well, stretching it in his hands.
“You should have been nicer to me”, he said in a mockingly apologetic tone.
Ghost swallowed hard as König took his now fully hard cock in one hand and slipped the sock around it before tying it and abruptly pulling on the ends hard, tightening the fabric around the base of the cock to a painful degree.
“Fuck...!” Ghost’s body tried to curl at the agonising bound around him as he could feel the throbbing in his dick get stronger and more painful by the second.
König paid the protest no mind, slipping his own hand casually to his own pants and pulling his erection out, stroking it a few times to make sure the Brit saw what was coming. Ghost looked away, not wanting to think about it since he knew how big the man was overall. König slid his hand under his hood and as he pulled it back out, Ghost could feel wet fingers against his tender ass cheeks. He felt the spit coat his hole as large fingertips pressed on the muscles, massaging it almost tenderly without slipping in. A hot, blunt sensation quickly replaced the fingers as König positioned himself snugly between Ghost’s legs, lifting the free one up to the level of the bound one.
“Take me well”, König cooed as Ghost could see his eyes narrow in a smile.
“Don’t”, Ghost said, his voice shifting from growling to begging mid word.
With a swift snap of his hips, König pushed himself in disregarding the tightness and Ghost’s flexing body and muscles.
“Ha- mmmh” Ghost let out half a moan before gritting his teeth together, determined not to give the man anything to feed off of.
Clearly impatient, König started pounding him with a brutal rhythm, the little bit of spit barely doing anything to smoothen the friction of his dick against the tight muscles. His hand went to Ghost’s waist as the other held his leg up, taking a tight grip so he could push himself into the man, deep and fast. Ghost was rocked violently against the floor, his tied hands pressing painfully to his lower back as his bound dick swung in the same rhythm, occasionally slapping against his stomach.
“So worth it…” König huffed as he dropped his head back, pounding his hips in a daze against Ghost’s, gripping his waist and leg hard enough to bruise.
The leather belt bit excruciatingly to Ghost’s thigh as König tried to pull him in closer, seeking more as he could feel himself get closer with every thrust. The stretch on his hole made Ghost shiver, the pain and pleasure mixing frustratingly into one as his prostate was hit at random intervals. König picked up his pace, the sound of his dick slapping against Ghost echoing the room as he felt himself coming. He pulled out in a swift move, giving himself a few fast strokes before coming on top of the man beneath him, covering his gear and bare skin with his release. Ghost winced, the sudden feeling of the liquid hitting his own hard-on felt both vile and teasing.
König let out a long exhale as he looked down at the bound operator now covered in his cum, spread out and panting. Ghost stared back at him, his brown eyes still cold, but some of the edge seemed to be gone. Straightening his body and tucking himself back into his trousers, König gave Ghost’s still painfully tied up hard on a quick flick with his finger. Ghost hissed and jolted at the cruel gesture.
“You look good like this”, König said, taking a step back to admire the view, “Should I leave you like this for your team to find?”
Ghost just stared at him, his mind racing to think how that would play out. If his own team was even the first to find him.
“No? Then beg me to help you”, König said, dropping his voice low, the smile clear through his tone.
Ghost frowned at the offer. The man must know he wouldn't beg him for anything at this point. He hadn't given in, hadn't moan or beg. It wasn’t much of a win but it was something, and he would hold on to it with his last strength.
“Maybe you want someone to see you like this”, König said coyly.
“Fuck off”, was all Ghost could muster, trying to hide the strain in his voice from his still painful erection and the vulnerability of his pose.
König just sighed audibly before stepping back next to Ghost and turning his comms back on. A large hand patted Ghost’s cheeks a few times before the man stood up and walked towards the door.
“Tschüss”, König flirted before making out the door, leaving Ghost in his lonesome, half bare, tied up and used. Ghost let out a long exhale as he tried to collect himself, fighting to form any coherent thoughts through the pulsing in his dick and the pain his bounds were inflicting. The light, stinging smell in the room flooded even more unwanted feelings to his tired mind.
“Ghost where the hell have you been”, came Price’s voice instantly through the comms, ”we got the targets.”
“You got them?” Ghost exhaled, his voice clearly in disbelief. His heart was suddenly beating fast.
“Yeah, we got ‘em”, Soap replied in a confident tone, “Where are you?”
“I’m on the 8th floor…” Ghost said, staring at the ceiling and taking a deep breath, “I need some help…”
“You ok? We’re coming to get ye”, Soap replied quickly as Ghost could hear the man already starting to move.
“Johnny”, Ghost said in a steady voice though his heart was beating loud in his ears, “can you come alone.”