Soap's ManWhore

Soap was always proud of his boyfriend, and he loves to show you off. Soap wastes no time in showing the other boys your pictures with a bright and goofy smile, and honestly? The other three are already in love just by how Soap talks about you long before any of them meet you.

"Son, you've got yourself a beautiful man there. Don't break his heart, that's an order," Price says one evening when it's just the four of them in Price's office. Soap had been excitedly showing off new pictures he'd gotten of you to Konig, Price, and Ghost.

"'Course sir, I'd never think about it," Soap says, sighing happily as he flicks through the pictures you sent him. Some are just of your outfits if you feel like you can go out. Others are just you dying your hair. Or pictures of the food you make.

Soap didn't know that Ghost and Konig had wandered behind the couch he was resting on and was watching the Sergeant flick through all of the photos he collected. Soap blushes and lingers at a picture of you spread out under him. Blush all the way down your chest and cum spattered on your stomach. Dark hickeys are littered all down your body, the most concentrated on your neck. It shows off your top surgery scars and cute little t-dick perfectly. Ghost chuckles darkly from where he stands. Konig shuffles a bit where he's standing, he likes that image. Really likes it.

"That's a good picture," Simon comments, voice low and rough with lust as Soap yelps and frantically tries to switch photos, which only keeps showing more lewd ones of you instead.

"Yeah," Konig agrees quietly, licking his lips under his mask. He can't help it when his mind wanders to how you would feel or even sound. And he's sure Ghost is thinking the same thing if the bulge in his pants has anything to say about it.

"Oh?" Price says, interest piqued as he stops clicking away at the computer on his desk.

"Show Price," Ghost says, smirking under his mask as Soap looks so utterly embarrassed and flustered.

"G-Guys, he's my boyfriend," Soap pleads with them and Price hums thoughtfully.

"Weren't you the one that said the two of you have an open relationship?" Price is tapping the end of a pen against his lower lip as he smirks a bit.

Soap realizes he's trapped and he swipes back to the first picture Ghost and Konig saw before hesitantly walking over to Price's desk. He takes one last look at you before turning the phone to show it to Price. The Captain whistles, but not in a predatory way, instead it sounds amazed or impressed at the sight of the photo.

"Damn, he looks good," Price chuckles darkly. "Bet he looks even better split on your cock, eh son?"

Soap is speechless, left a stuttering mess as he tries to gather his own thoughts. Price and Ghost just share a laugh at Soap's reaction and Ghost claps a hand on Soap's shoulder.

"Maybe we should all spend our leave with him," Ghost teases and Soap swallows the lump in his throat.

"Sounds hot," Konig adds, almost groaning at the mental image of seeing his team having their way with you.

Soap can't deny that the thought of seeing you fucked by his own team makes him painfully hard in his pants. It's the whole reason he allowed it to be an open relationship in the first place. He likes seeing you with other men. His only rule was that you had to film every time you brought someone home and send it to him.

When Soap came home for their leave, he found you sleeping at your desk, laptop still open but in sleep mode. The Sergeant just smiles and walks over to you, gently waking you with a large hand to your shoulder. You jolt awake, scooting your laptop back a few inches on accident before you look up and meet the eyes of your boyfriend.

"Johnny!" You blurt out excitedly as you shoot up from your chair and nearly tackle your boyfriend to the ground. However, strong arms just wrap around you and hold you up easily. "I thought your leave wasn't for another two weeks!?"

"Well, it wasn't, but I got time off for good behavior," Soap answers and you narrow your eyes.

"Yeah, like you'd get that with the way you run your mouth," You respond before giggling, ecstatic. "What was it, really?"

Soap then launches into an explanation of the last mission the team went on as he walks over to your bed and sits down, holding you in his lap. You are content to just be held and listen to his boyfriend as you hide your face in the crook of Soap's neck, taking in his scent. He always smells good to you, and this time is no different as you commit everything about your boyfriend to memory. Eventually Soap gets to talking about the others and how he always gets excited when you send pictures because he can show the guys how awesome his boyfriend is. However, he pauses mid-sentence at one point, making you pull away from his neck and look at him quizzically.

"What is it?" You ask and watch as a deep blush rises to Soap's face. Soon enough, you feel your own blush mirroring your boyfriend's.

"O-oh... Oh~" You purr before giggling, voice pitching lower as you realized what Soap did. "You showed your team pictures of us from your last leave, didn't you?"

Soap doesn't say anything at first and just slowly nods. "Th-They um... They all really liked the- the photo."

"Yeah?" You say, pressing closer to Soap, tracing a teasing finger up your boyfriends muscled chest. 

"Yeah," Soap breathes out and you giggle at seeing your boyfriends pupils blown wide.

"Do they want to fuck their Sergeant's boyfriend?" You whisper and Soap swallows, hard, opting to only nod.

"This cute little hole of mine?" You tease further, grabbing your own ass and pulling at it as Soap watches. You can already feel Soap growing hard under you and you giggle once more.

"How about this," You purr, leaning to murmur in your boyfriend's ear. "Why don't you video call them? Hmm? Show them how good you can fuck me~ then maybe, I'll visit you all on the base one day."

"That's- you wouldn't be able to get clearance," Soap answers, but he's growing even harder at the thought of his entire team watching him plow you. The same one they all want to play with.

"Mmm, you know I have my ways Mactavish~" You roll your hips down against Soap's clothed cock and the Sergeant whimpers.

"Fuck, come here," Soap says, voice rough before he crashes your lips together. It's rough, and heated, and so needy as Soap kisses you like it's the last time he ever will. It's hungry as Soap nips at your lips, licking into your willing mouth easily.

You moan softly into his lips as Soap grabs your ass and squeezes. You’re already wet, nearly leaking as Soap pulls away from the kiss to messily make out with your sensitive neck. You sigh as shivers run down your spine from the lips against your neck before gasping on a moan as Soap bites your neck and sucks hard, wanting to leave a dark mark that will linger for days.

"F-Fuck," You whimper as Soap begins to make another mark just slightly lower down on your neck. "C-Call them. I want you to fuck my mouth first."

"Okay," Soap says, already breathless as you sink to your knees after placing a pillow on the ground to help protect them.

You work on pulling Soap's belt and pants off as Soap dials the group chat with a video call. Ghost is the first to answer, already wearing his mask as he still seems to be in his office on base.

"Well, Mactavish, this is a surprise," Ghost says, voice heavy with lust again like he already knows why Soap called him.

"H-Hey," Soap says, barely holding back a groan as you suck his cock into your mouth down to the hilt and stay still, just cock warming him as both of you wait for the other two to join the call.

Price is the next to answer, and he's already laying in bed, holding his phone up. A dark smirk graces his features as he sees Soap with a deep flush on his face and a shaky grip on his phone.

"Already?" Price asks, and the question has hot shame tingling down Soap's spine. He whines as you glance up at him, lips snug over his cock. You were content to just close your eyes and smell Soap's musk, waiting for them to answer, but you like this. You like how whiney Soap is getting while his team is watching.

"What's he doing, son?" Price asks just as Konig answers, having hastily pulled on his mask and got to a more private room.

"H-He's-" Soap swallows and whimpers as you suckle softly, trying to control your drooling if just by a little. "H-He's cock warming me r-right now... With his mouth."

Konig groans, already palming himself as he thinks about it.

"Show us," Ghost speaks up and Soap fumbles to switch the camera and focus it on you as you look up at the camera with your doe-like eyes.

"Fuck," Price groans at seeing you staring into the camera.

Konig whines and Ghost just sits up a bit more, much more interested in the call now.

"C-Can you fuck his mouth?" Konig asks, hesitant, he wants to see so badly how you take cock. It's always been fairly difficult for Konig with anyone. With his sheer height, his size is often too much for people.

"F-Fuck, yeah," Soap groans and tangles his free hand in your hair to hold you still before slowly beginning to piston his hips into your eager mouth and throat.

The sounds are already wet and slick as you couldn't control how much you were already drooling. Your eyes roll back and you close them, hearing the others on the phone groaning at the sight as Soap tries to keep his composure. You moan softly and Soap begins to fuck into your mouth harder, faster, more desperate. You choke when Soap's blunt tip hits the back of your throat, the sound wet and lewd, but you don't ask to stop. You just focuses more and breathes through your nose as Soap slips into your throat once more. You feel incredibly pleased with yourself as you hear Soap becoming increasingly wrecked, and it seems like the men on the phone aren't faring much better either.

"So much better than porn, fuck," One grunts and you preen at the praise.

Soap all too quickly has to yank you off of his cock and grip the base tightly, trying to ward off his impending orgasm. One of them on the phone chuckles, and it sounds mean. Soap whines and hot shame runs through him like a frigid stream straight to his cock.

"Gonna cum already, Sergeant?" Ghost speaks and you can't help but giggle a bit as you wipe away the spit soaking your chin.

"He can never last in my mouth," You purr, voice gravelly due to the abuse to your throat and Konig groans loudly, throwing his head back at the thought. Even Price grunts, grabbing his cock through his pants.

"Film me well, Johnny," You say before standing up and slowly pulling your shirt over your head. You’re teasing all four of the men watching you as you drop it to the side.

You smirk into the camera as you hook your thumbs under the waistband of the tiny shorts you’re wearing.

"I was planning on sending your Sergeant some risky photos later," You tease. "Got all dressed up for him."

Soap groans, and his unsteady hand holding the camera wavers, much to the protesting of the other men. The phone is steadied again by your grip on Soap's wrist. Once Soap is steady again, you turn around and slowly pull your shorts off. Teasing the black lace of your underwear as you bend down, showing off your ass, and the slit at the bottom of the panties. 

"Fuck, they're crotchless," Ghost groans this time and you continue to smirk as you grabs your ass again, pulling to show off your nearly dripping hole through the underwear.

You shake your ass a bit and Soap has had enough of the teasing, he turns the camera on the phone again and sets it up so it has a prime view of the entire bed before grabbing you by the hips and lifting you up only to slam you on the bed. You let out a delighted moan at the show of strength and kiss Soap back just as desperately as Soap's hands travel your body. One drifts down to your aching cunt and two fingers circle your tiny cock before Soap begins to jerk you off. It's your turn to whimper as you easily becomes a twitching and squirming mess under your boyfriend.

"Finger him," Someone says from the phone and Soap's fingers immediately slip lower, gathering up the slick between your folds before he pushes a single finger in.

You gasp and moan as Soap bites at your neck again and pumps his finger quickly in and out of you.

"Poor thing always has to be prepped," Soap says, loud enough for the other boys to hear. "His hole is just too tight without it. Makes the little one cry, yeah?"

You nod in agreement, moaning louder when Soap presses up against your g-spot. His long fingers easily find the spot you could never seem to reach inside yourself. Soap slips a second finger in as the others groan from the phone, cursing both in English and German.

You look over at the phone and whimper when you see the other three with their cocks fished out of their pants at this point, each of them stroking themselves. Their stares are dark and intimidating as they focus entirely on Soap pleasuring his cute little boyfriend. Ghost is stroking himself slowly, measured, watching eagerly as if he's studying you. Cataloguing what exactly makes you cry out. Price is lazily stroking himself, preferring to just focus on the scene presented to him rather than pleasuring himself. He's just trying to take the edge off so he doesn't get painfully hard. While Konig switches between quickly stroking himself to not moving at all. He seems desperate already, mirroring just how you feel.

Soap slips a third finger into you and begins a brutal pace of fucking his fingers into you, pausing ever so often to press harshly up against your g-spot. You squirm and cry out, unsure if it's too much or not enough as you scramble to hold onto anything. Or maybe you’re trying to scramble away from the punishing pleasure, you don't really know at this point.

Your moans pitch higher and Soap chuckles darkly through his own panting. "Gonna cum for me, pretty boy?" He asks, voice pitching deeper, making you whine.

"Y-Yes, fuck, wanna- please, c-can I cum?" You plead and hear another few groans emanate from the phone. Soap just smirks down at you, a mean glint in his eye that shows he isn't going to let you cum.

"Not yet, pretty thing," Soap says and you can't help the sob that leaves your mouth as your inner walls clamp down on Soap's fingers.

Soap continues rubbing against your g-spot and you kick, sob, and try your best to follow orders.

"J-Johnnyyyyyy" You cry, sounding entirely wrecked already. "I c-cant. I can't. C-Can't hold it, please. Please pleasepleaseplease."

"Not yet," Soap says, slight growl slipping into his voice. He knows he's not playing fair. He doesn't want to play fair with the way his team is reacting. He wants to show them just how wrecked he can make you. How only he knows how to fuck you this way.

"D-D-Daddyyyyyyyy," You sob, grabbing weakly at Soap's wrist as tears begin to fall down your face even faster than they were to begin with.

"G-Goddamn," Someone on the phone grunts, sounding a bit like Price to Soap's ears.

"Don't you fucking cum," Soap growls, "You better fucking not."

You archs your back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as you cum, your soft inner walls clamping down even harder on Soap's fingers. You cry and moan, sobbing louder as Soap doesn't stop and continues fucking you with his fingers. Soap lets out a primal snarl.

"Did he-" Konig starts.

"Yes," Soap answers, and you hear the anger in his voice and it only serves to make you cry harder.

"I'm sorry, 'm so sorry," You slur slightly, repeating it like a mantra. "Daddy, 'm sorry, I w-was a bad boy."

Your legs shake uncontrollably as Soap pulls his drenched fingers out of you and stuffs them into your mouth. You moan and whine around the fingers, still crying, but you sucks on them obediently tasting yourself. The other three watching groan and Konig whimpers as he has to grab the base of his cock too.

"You better not, Konig, that's an order," Price warns over the phone and you cry harder, as if you were the one addressed.

When Soap deems his fingers cleaned enough, he rolls you over onto your stomach and lays over your body. He leans to whisper into your ear so the others can't hear for a moment.

"You're my good boy. You did so good for me, baby. Daddy's not mad, I promise. I'm just playing it up for the others. I’m going to spank you, okay?"

"Mmmkay," You murmur, trying to quiet your hiccuping sobs as Soap's cock lays heavy on your ass.

Soap sits back on his legs and grabs your ass again, feeling the lace in his hands. He squeezes for a moment before he smacks your ass hard. You jolt and cry, trying to scramble away before Soap grabs you by the ankles and pulls you back. Ghost grunts and drops his head for a moment before he seems to regain his composure. Price just chuckles darkly.

"How many do you think he deserves, Mactavish?" Price asks and Soap hums thoughtfully before smacking the other side of your ass just as hard. A red imprint of a hand already forming on the first side he spanked under the lace.

"How's ten sound?" Soap asks and Price hums, nodding.

"Sounds fair," Price says and gestures with his free hand for Soap to continue.

"Eight more to go, little one," Soap says and you whine, but decide ypu can handle that. So you don't scramble away when the third hit comes down on your ass, or the fourth, or even the fifth.

However, you struggle after the fifth. Your ass is sore and you can't even think anymore. You’re drooling helplessly on the bed.

"He's such a cute slag," Ghost groans and you hear the other men hum in agreement. "Drooling all over himself like a bitch in heat."

You moan loudly at Ghost's words and the Lieutenant raises an eyebrow before chuckling. "Does the poor slag like it when I say he's in heat?"

"It's one of his favorite things," Soap answers, even though the filthy moan that you let out was answer enough. "He loves it when you call him a cute omega and say you're going to breed him. Isn't that right my little omega?"

"Y-Yes alpha," You answer easily and Ghost chuckles again as Price and Konig groan nearly in sync.

"You gonna let Alpha Johnny fill that hole of yours? Until you're round with his pups, bred and stuffed so full you can't even move?" Ghost immediately catches on and easily leans into the dirty talk. It makes you ease up enough for Soap to quickly finish up your “punishment.”

"Y-Yes Ghost," You answer.

"Call me Simon."

"Y-Yes Simon. G-Gonna let my a-alpha breed me full," You answer and Konig can't help it, he cums, splattering his shirt and nearly staining his mask with it as he groans and strokes himself through it.

"Konig," Price says, voice dropping low... Commanding. "What did I say?"

"I-I'm sorry Captain," Konig apologizes immediately. "H-He's just very attractive."

"When we get to share him, you go last," Price growls and Konig just nods, not even bothering to try and fight Price on the issue.

"Took your punishment so well," Soap praises, gently soothing your red ass with his hands. "You want alpha's cock now?"

"Y-Yes, alpha, pl-please. F-fuck me, b-breed me," You babble. "I'll be a good omega, please."

"Verfickt," Konig groans, his spent cock already trying to twitch with interest again.

"Lift your hips up for me then," Soap says and you eagerly do so. Soap places a couple pillows under your hips to keep you comfortable and in the right position.

Soap grabs his leaking cock and teases it against your dripping hole. He glances at the phone before he slowly begins to sink into your tight heat. He groans, low and guttural. He missed feeling your tight walls around his cock. It's been months. When he bottoms out you mewl, burying your face in the blankets below you. This position is always a favorite for both of you. You can hold your legs closed like this, making it feel better for Soap, and each time Soap thrusts his cock brushes against your g-spot perfectly.

Soap grabs a fist full of your hair before yanking, snapping your head up as you whimper at the slight sting.

"Be a good boy and let the others hear how good you sound on my cock," Soap says and you try to nod as you swallow the saliva in your mouth.

Soap just smirks and grips onto your hip with his other hand before beginning a brutal pace. He fucks into you with a wreckless abandon, uncaring about the others watching as you come undone under him. You’re crying again, sobbing out your moans as you open your eyes occasionally to look into the camera and watch the other three. Konig is already hard again, but he's not touching himself this time, at least not as he was last time. Ghost and Price seem to be getting more desperate as both of their paces of stroking their cocks have picked up. Soap lets go of your hair and folds himself over you, wrapping his strong arms around your chest. Each thrust slaps Soap's balls against your swollen t-dick. It only makes you cry harder. It's all too much as you quickly cum again and Soap chuckles darkly.

"He already came again," He says, so the others are aware of it and Ghost can't help the groan that leaves him.

"I'm not even close yet, pretty thing," Soap purrs into your ear and you whine. You knew you were in for a long ride, but you feel like you’re going to break already.

You try to consciously tighten yourself around Soap's cock to try and make him orgasm faster, but it's too hard to focus on it. Especially when Soap laughs.

"He's trying to tighten up around me. Poor thing wants me to cum faster. Too bad he can't focus." Soap grunts as he slams deep into you, knowing he's going entirely too deep as you yelp and scrambles at his arms.

"T-Too deep, too deep, toodeeeeeeep," You whimper, and Soap relents, knowing that it hurts you. You poor thing.

Soap wrenches another four or five orgasms out of you until you are less responsive under him. Soap tells the others each time you cum with a smirk. You are just whining quietly, still drooling and crying as Soap finally, finally grunts and snaps his hips forward to spill his hot cum deep inside you. He groans loud and unabashed as his hips jerk slightly with each new spurt of cum. It's a lot more than usual, since it's your first time having sex in months. It begins to leak out of you in thick ropes before Soap even stops cumming.

When you manage to look at the phone again, you see Price and Ghost finally came on themselves, and they're panting as they seem boneless and sated. Konig came a second time, though it was much less than the first. He seems thoroughly fucked out.

Soap stays buried inside you as his cock slowly softens. He nuzzles at your neck, telling you about how well you did. How well you took his cock and how good you were for letting the others watch. Before Soap pulls out, he grabs the phone, flipping the camera again as he pulls his cock out of you, showing the others as you clench around nothing, pushing more of his cum out, staining the black crotchless panties you were still wearing.

"Such a good cum slut," Price says, fondness seeping into his tone.

"What a good slag for us," Ghost adds and Konig seems to smile under his mask.

"God, pretty, maus," He praises, and you preen, exhausted and fucked out. You know you won't be able to walk for a while, and your entire body is trembling.

Soap assures the others he's going to provide good aftercare and hangs up before getting water and a snack for you. He knows you almost always get hungry after. Once you have the water and snack, he works on cleaning you up, and even helps you to the bathroom when you ask. Soap helps you drink the water and eat, as he never leaves your side. Even carrying you back to the bed and cuddling with you until you drift to sleep after eating the snack and drinking enough water.

Soap takes a picture of you sleeping peacefully against his chest and sends it to the group chat with the text "told you I'd give him good aftercare."

holding back (part 2)