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The common room being decked out with sparse Christmas decorations almost looked silly. Especially with the twiggy little tree they’d gotten to put presents under. It was much goofier than one would expect from a military base, but Soap was pretty charmed by it, actually. It was cute to see a handful of assholes with no family come together and make an effort for Christmas.
Gaz and Soap had handled decorations and Gaz had also supplied the music. Ghost had actually brought the tree, looking suspiciously like the top of an evergreen hacked off. A group effort had gone into deciding what food to get and Soap had prepared it. He was quite pleased with what he’d managed.
“Here, lad,” Price said, holding out a mug to Soap, “My famous cider. It’s goin’ well with your feast.”
“Thanks, cap,” Soap said, taking the cider.
He took a drink of the cider and almost sighed as the warmth immediately spread through him. He smiled over at Gaz and Ghost chatting by the tree with amiable voices and smiling faces.
“Everyone seems excited for Christmas,” he commented.
“I think they’re excited for their gift,” Price mused.
“Possibly,” Soap agreed, snorting, “It’s just nice seeing everyone so happy.”
Price hummed.
“You do like making people happy, don’t you, son?” He asked.
“I suppose so,” Soap answered, laughing a bit nervously, “Am I so obvious?”
“Pretty obvious,” Price admitted, “It’s hard not to notice when you get real happy. You look like an excited puppy.”
Soap blushed and huffed a bit before hiding behind his mug of cider, taking several healthy gulps. Price’s mustache twitched and he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by embarrassing Soap.
“You can be a right prick sometimes, sir,” Soap grumbled.
“So I’ve heard,” Price mused, “What do you want for Christmas, John?”
“Hmm, didn’t really think aboot it,” Soap admitted, rubbing at his jaw.
He drank more of the cider because it was pretty good and then shrugged.
“I dunno,” he said, “I think I’m just happy to be here with y-everyone.”
He managed not to say “with you,” but it was a close thing. Price probably already knew about his dumb little crush, but that didn’t mean he wanted to go around admitting it. He thought it was quite soldier of him to have a crush on his captain when he was surrounded by gorgeous men. Not that he didn’t also have crushes on all of them, but the strongest one was for Price. Man was old enough to be his father. It was so embarrassing. And hot. Soap was so hot for it.
“Just…almost like a family,” he muttered, pushing away from those thoughts, “An actually good one. Guess that’s what I wanted. A family that actually loves me.”
He drank another gulp of cider, feeling stupid for saying that out loud and frowned down at his now empty mug.
“What do you want?” He asked, “For Christmas.”
“I want my family to have a good time,” Price answered, “Let me take that mug for you.”
“‘Kay,” Soap agreed, letting him take the mug, “Did you put extra booze in that? I think I’m gettin’ tipsy.”
He rubbed at his warm face. He wasn’t all that concerned about it though. He was too relaxed to be concerned. He felt a bit dizzy though. He wasn’t buzzed, he was drunk somehow. He swayed toward Price who quickly looped an arm around his waist. Soap willingly snuggled up to him, nuzzling at his chest. His cologne and cigar smoke smelled so good.
“You want your family to have a good time too, don’t you?” Price asked quietly, running his fingers through Soap’s hair.
“Mmyeah, that soondsss good,” Soap agreed, “Can I help?”
“Of course you can, son,” Price said, “You just gotta be a good boy for me. Can you do that?”
“Yes, daddy,” Soap mumbled into his shirt.
“Good boy,” Price praised.
That sent a warm tingling through Soap’s body and he really felt dizzy now. So dizzy he wasn’t sure he was awake any more.
He blinked rapidly and found himself horizontal. He didn’t remember moving. His head was on someone’s thigh and he was pretty sure he didn’t have all his clothes on. He made a confused noise, but then he wasn’t awake again.
When he opened his eyes again, it was because something was going somewhere it didn’t belong. He huffed and squirmed as his eyes darted around. Price’s hazy face was above him. He was the one whose lap his head was on and that relaxed Soap a little. He was safe if his captain was there. His eyes swiveled down to look at himself.
He was completely naked now except he was bound by leather restraints that folded his legs up and attached his wrists to his ankles. There was also a leather collar hooked to the leg restraints that kept his knees up by his chest. Ghost was at the end of him; it was his fingers where they didn’t belong, pushing into Soap’s asshole. Soap tried to move, but his body wasn’t responding. He didn’t have any control of himself.
“Easy, son,” Price’s voice spoke next to him, “Don’t fight it, that’ll make it hurt.”
His familiar hand touched Soap’s head to placate him and Soap settled down without deciding to.
“There’s a good lad,” Price praised, running his fingers through Soap’s hair, “Don’t worry, if you’re real good then I’ll take care of you.”
Soap was too dumb to understand what that meant, but some part of him thought he must be obeying what his captain told him to do and that sounded good. Besides, it didn’t really hurt. Ghost was moving slowly and there was something wet easing the way.
“Wet?” Soap prompted, the word coming out oddly around his heavy tongue.
“Aye, Johnny, you’re nice and wet for us,” Ghost murmured, “Like a lass, you are.”
“How sweet of you,” Price spoke softly, still gently running his fingers through Soap’s hair, “To get so wet for us.”
Soap already felt hot, but he only got hotter. His da was pleased with him, he thought. He liked that very much. Whatever Ghost was doing started to burn a little, but it still wasn’t too bad and quickly faded away as Soap did, falling asleep again.
When he blinked awake again, the burn was very bad. He whined, turning his face into Price’s thigh as too much was pushed inside him.
“Shh, you’re alright, son,” Price soothed, rubbing his shoulder gently, “It’ll be better in a moment.”
“Okay,” Soap whimpered into Price’s thigh.
Someone leaned over him, a gloved hand running up his torso.
“God, you’re pretty,” Ghost muttered.
“Say thank you to your uncle Simon, John,” Price ordered.
“Th…Thank you, Uncle Simon,” John mumbled.
“Good boy,” Price praised, “I knew you would be so good for us.”
John felt like he was floating on those words of praise even as Uncle Simon started to move against him. It hurt the way he brutally fucked John’s poor virgin cunt and John cried softly, but stayed good and still.
Just as his da had said, it eventually started to feel better. A lot better. It felt good even. John moaned, twitching as he tried to push his hips out to meet Simon’s hard, fast thrusting.
“Fuck, like that, do you?” Uncle Simon muttered near John’s ear, “Little slut, aren’t you?”
John didn’t know, but if his uncle said it, it must be true. His uncle wouldn’t lie to him, surely. His family loved him this time around. Wasn’t that so great? A loving family. What he always wanted. He was so happy.
Uncle Simon’s hips slammed particularly hard against him, jarring him out of his thoughts as something wet spurted inside him. John blinked and looked up at him and was surprised to see his face was bare, slack with pleasure. Was this his Christmas present to John? Or was his come his Christmas present?
“Thank you, Uncle Ssssimon,” Johnny slurred either way.
Simon opened his eyes and smiled at him before leaning down to kiss his lips gently. John couldn’t make his mouth move to reciprocate in any way, but Simon didn’t seem to care much. He kissed him lazily for a bit until he slipped out of John who hissed against his lips as his rim burned from it.
Simon pulled away and moved aside and his vacant spot was filled by Gaz. He shifted up close between John’s legs, bracing one hand on his thigh while the other went between them. John blinked blearily at him and tried to look down, but he couldn’t move his head enough to see Gaz. He could feel him when he pushed in though, causing another flare of burning and a hiss.
“You’re alright, son,” Da soothed, petting John’s hair, “You’ll be good and still for your older brother, won’t you?”
“Yes, daddy,” John mumbled.
“You be good to your little brother too, Kyle,” Da added.
“Yes, sir,” Kyle murmured, ducking his head a little.
He gripped John’s hips and started to move. He didn’t go as hard as Simon had, but it in no way could be described as gentle either. His pretty face looked so beautiful twisting and slackening with pleasure even through John’s dizzy vision. And he felt so good inside him.
John was starting to feel like he was straining between his legs. Something needed to pop or something. It took his sluggish mind a moment to properly grasp that what he wanted was to come, but once he realized it, he became very displeased. He whined and tried to squirm, but could barely wiggle.
“I know, but you’re not done yet,” Da said, rubbing his shoulder gently, “You’ll get your present after everyone else, okay?”
John huffed.
“Okay,” he grumbled.
“Don’t be selfish, John,” Da chastised.
John turned his head back into his thigh.
“Yes, daddy,” he mumbled.
“Good boy,” Da praised, petting over John’s neck and collarbone, “Soon, I promise.”
John believed him because surely he wouldn’t lie. At the very least Kyle came soon enough, slowing down to a grinding halt as he came inside John.
“Thank…ther,” John slurred, mind too dizzy and tongue too heavy to get out what he meant to say.
“You’re welcome,” Kyle answered, ducking down to kiss John’s cheek, “Love you, little brother.”
“L…Love you,” John agreed.
“Do you love me too, Johnny?” Uncle Simon prompted as a gloved hand pet John’s belly.
“Yesh, love Uncle Simmon,” John mumbled.
“You’re so good to your family, son,” Da murmured, caressing his cheek, “Such a good boy.”
John thought he might’ve managed a smile as the mushy warmth spread through him again. He was good and he had a family that loved him. This was the best Christmas.
Kyle slipped out of him and it didn’t even hurt this time. His head was lifted as his brother moved away and he was transferred to a new lap as a pillow. Gloved fingers pet over his face, especially his slack lips and he tried to lick at them clumsily. Two slipped over his tongue, sliding into his throat. It was odd, he thought he should be choking.
“Damn, that’s a helluva drug,” Uncle Simon muttered, “I know you got a gag reflex.”
John tried to figure out how to gag, but nothing seemed to be working. He was distracted anyway by someone new pressing to his hole. He looked down and watched his Da pressing up between his legs. He jolted when he pushed inside, gasping as he was stretched tautly around his daddy’s cock. It hurt. It burned. John whimpered and started to cry again.
“Shh, shh,” Uncle Simon hushed, moving his fingers in John’s mouth, “Suck. It’ll make you feel better.”
John sucked, sloppily because nothing wanted to work right, but Simon was right, it did help soothe his crying a bit. His da slid further into him and leaned over him to kiss his tear stained cheek.
“That’s my good boy,” he praised softly, “You’re doin’ so good for us. So good for your family.”
John sniffled and whimpered. He was going good for his family. If he was good, they’d keep loving him, wouldn’t they? He tried harder to suck on his uncle’s fingers while his da started to move, but he ended up asleep again.
When he came to again, he moaned around Simon’s fingers. It took him a bit to realize that most of the good feeling pulsing between his legs was coming from a rough hand on his cock. He tried to push into that hand, but still couldn’t control himself very well, so he laid still and took what his da gave him while voices praised him for being so good, so sweet, and so pretty. It felt so much like heaven to him, he wondered briefly if he had died.
As the pressure between his legs got closer to popping, Da unhooked his restraints, letting his arms and legs go limp. Then he put his legs over his shoulders, folding him fully in half as he fucked into him harder and faster. He managed to hit some part inside John that made him spasm and howl around Simon’s fingers as it sent fire exploding through him. His eyes rolled back and his mouth went completely slack with the intense pleasure.
“That’s it,” Da coaxed breathlessly, “That’s my boy. Come on my cock for me, sweetheart.”
John, like a good little soldier and good son, obeyed him. He jolted as his orgasm spasmed through him, his cock jerking and spilling over his belly. He let out a gurgled, muffled scream because it was so intense, too intense and touched every part of him. He blacked out again as he was swept away in an unrelenting river of pleasure.
He woke again as his da came inside him, but couldn’t manage a thank you before he was out again.
He woke when something wet touched him, but was out again before he could identify it.
He woke one last time as he was laid somewhere relatively soft, a blanket laid over him.
“You did so well,” Da murmured softly, “You were such a good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
At the words John always wanted to hear, tears spilled from his eyes and calloused thumbs brushed them off his cheeks.
“Th…ank you, daddy,” he whispered, “Love y…ou.”
“I love you too, son,” Da returned, “Get some rest, you earned it.”
John obeyed, he would always obey.