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Like always, he appears suddenly and without warning.

The first few times it had been jarring, nauseating even. He would be pulled out of his quiet emptiness and thrust into bright lights, tall ceilings and one to many colors. 

Of course Caine had offered a few months ago to keep him around permanently like a few of the another NPCS, but he had refused profusely. (Because he didn't want to spend anymore time with them then strictly necessary not because of- anything else)

He's still about more often then not, but he still enjoyed having days to himself.

Now, when he's snapped into existence, he only blinks and looks around. Strangely enough he's on the stage rather then Caine's office or one of the bedrooms, and he looks around for any sign of the cast members. 

When he spots none, he frowns. 

"Hello Dictator"

He refuses to jolt at the soft voice, and instead he turns around to see Queenie standing there, looking at him with soft amber eyes and a relaxed frame. 

His eyes scan her, and then he frowns. "Where are the others?" He can't find it in him to be annoyed, not with her. 

She would read to him when they sat together on the beach while the other two frolicked in the water like fools. She was the one that would dust off his shoulders and straighten his cap after an adventure. 

He didn't love her more then the other two, not that was ridiculous.

But, he could be softer with her. 

No, stop that, he thinks to himself, he doesn't love any one of them, that's stupid. 

Queenie hums and steps closer to him, her hands moving up to his robe fluff, fingers pulling at the yellow fabric. "They'll be here soon" She says, quiet, and Dictator can feel the little bit of tension that had sunk into his shoulders slowly drain out of him. "I wanted to talk to you first"

That sets him on edge, and he frowns. "About what exactly?"

Queenies eyes meet his, her gaze gentle and soft and the sight of it makes him feel- something. 

"Remember when, a few months back, Caine gave all of us guns?" Vaguely, he thinks to himself, thinking back to said event. 

It was after the cast members had ridiculed him one too many times, and he had just thrown guns at them and told them to have fun. Obviously, Dictator had gotten into the top two pretty quickly, what had been a surprise however, was the fact that Kinger was his opponent.

After a few close calls, and even more grazed sides, Dictator had ended up on his knees with a gun pointed at his face. 

It, in short, had made him....feel things.

Seeing Kinger stood above him, eyes narrowed in anger (not real anger though of course, the fool couldn't get angry if tried) Hands steady and voice firm as he told Dictator to 'Stay down'

Dictator had confided a few days after, while Kinger and Caine were away, to Queenie about how he had started questioning things. He had been too embarrassed to go in any real detail, but thankful she had got the jist of it.

Kinger with a gun and a mildly threatening tone? Hot.

He feels the wood of his face heat up the longer Queenie watches him, her eyes darkening. "Oh" He manages, then shudders when a hand cups the side of his face. 

"Dictator, baby" Fuck he hates it when she calls him that- it makes him feel all goopy inside, like his organs had been melted and dipped in glitter. "Would you be okay with doing what we discussed then, now?"

Hes almost ashamed of how quick he nods, but he nods none the less. 

"Yes" He mutters, and then flushes harder when Queenie clicks her tongue. 

"Try again, Dictator"

Already he can feel his control slipping and the other two aren't even here yet. Despite that, he swallows his pride. 

"Yes please" 

Queenies hums, pleased, and leans forwards to kiss his cheek.

"Good man"

!!!

It's strange having legs, but honestly he could get used to it. He shifts where he's stood on the stage, directly across from Kinger and in front of Caine and Queenie, the latter looking very flustered already. 

Dictators eyes dart to the shotgun that's led on the floor, his eyes narrowing on it until a soft chuckle makes him look up to see Kinger staring at him with soft eyes.

It's makes him bristle. "what the fuck you looking at?"

That only seems to make Kinger more amused, seeing as he laughs oh so gently. "You" Kinger mutters back quietly and Dictator can feel his wooden face begin to light up.

"Yeah well- fucking...focus on the task at hand" He grumbles, looking back to the shotgun and ignoring the three different laughs he can hear in response to his words. 

"You boys ready?"

At Queenies voice, the two men brace themselves, looking at the shotgun. Dictator lowers himself slightly, ready to pounce on the weapon before Kinger has a chance. 

"Ready-"

Out the corner of his eye, he can see Caine conjure a buzzer. 

"Set-"

He watches as something passes over Kingers eyes, something he's only seen a hand full of times before and it makes him shiver.

"Go-!"

Buzzzzt!

They both bolt towards the shotgun, Dictator skidding on his knees and hand brushing the muzzle. He yelps when a foot kicks him back, sending his upper back colliding with the floor. 

He's stunned for only a split second before he shoots his own leg out, hitting Kingers knee and making the other man stumble. He takes the opportunity to throw himself at the gun, only to watch as a white glove grabs it.

He barely has time to think before Kinger is suddenly moving towards him and Dictator winces when his shoulder is grabbed and ripped.

His head collides with solid wood once again and then there's something hard and cold against his neck.

It presses right on his throat, a knee shifts to press right in his back and dig in, and suddenly he can't breathe.

He gasps, head already spinning and heart thudding in his chest as he tries to get his hands around the gun to push it away, but it's impossible with the way Kinger has it positioned.

He coughs, legs kicking out as he’s dragged backwards by the shotgun still trapping him, his breath leaving him in heavy gulp that progressively get harder. His brows furrow as he tries his best to fight it, his body aching and chest heaving. 

He gags, feeling iron in his mouth and he honestly doesn't know if it's from the pressure on his throat or from him biting his own tongue. He fights harder, feeling his mind go hazy and his body begins to feel like it's being caressed by static. 

"Concede" 

Dictator doesn't want to- he can't admit defeat.

"I said-" 

He gags, eyes popping wide open when he's lifted to his knees and he really can't breath now and his desperation to get away makes his heart run a mile in his chest and his stomach turns as fear fills him. 

"Concede"

Hes going to die. He is going to pass out and then his heart will stop and- 

Fuck, it's hot.

Dictator throws his hand back, tapping Kingers hip three times in quick succession and suddenly he can breathe again. 

He falls forward into his hands and knees as he gasps for air, his body trembling something awful as he tries his best to catch his breath. 

"That's it, breathe" He narrows his eyes at the tone of voice behind him, and he's quick to whip around. 

"Shut the fu-"

He stares down the barrel of the shotgun. 

Kinger hums somewhere above him and he just knows that the other man is tilting his head to the side while he stares at the other chess piece on his knees. 

"Try again" Kinger says, voice firm and Dictator feels it settle heavy like a rock in his stomach, his eyes moving up to meet bright blue.

He refuses to speak, keeping his mouth tightly sealed-

Then he shudders when the gun presses right against his forehead, the feel of cold steel making something akin to fear run through his nerves and send his blood cold.

Fuck, he thinks to himself while he gets comfortable on his knees, this is insanely attractive.

"I said" He can barely focus on the voice of Kinger above him, too busy trying to force his cock not to harden under his robe. "Try again"

He stays silent, only glaring up at Kinger the best he can with the shotgun blocking his view, his hands tight in his robe and his legs pressed together. "...Fuck you" He says again, feeling something like satisfaction settle in his gut when blue eyes narrow at him.

He loves doing this, breaking Kinger like this until his darker side comes out. There had been dozens of times in the past where he would push and push until Kinger snapped, and each time it would be so good. 

"Hm"

He freezes when he hears a hum off to the side, his whole body going rigid because he had genuinely forgot they had an audience. 

"Are you not going to behave?"

At Queenies voice, smooth, soft, Dictator has to close his eyes to try and collect him self. 

"Answer me" 

Her voice is lower now, leaving no room for argument and he bites back a groan. "I'll behave" He says weakly, eyes opening back up. He can't see Queenie even if he tries to, so he only focuses on Kinger. 

Kingers eyes soften, his head tilting. "Hm" Then blue darken. "Good boy"

Fuck. 

The praise hits him right in the chest, making him feel dizzy. He hates when they do this- when they get all lovey dovey and affectionate with him. He's used to watching the three of them being all sappy, but he always felt itchy when they included him. 

Suddenly the pressure against his forehead gets harder and he falls back into his hands, wincing. 

"Lay down" Kinger says and Dictator really considers disobeying him but then he hears Queenie hum and the fight leaves him. 

He lays back on the stage, eyes moving up to red curtains behind the other chess piece, all while he tries to glare at him. 

Then the gun presses to his clothed cock and he jumps. "Hey-"

'Click'

Oh the mother fucker just cocked it. 

Dictator goes very still as Kinger presses the tip of the shotgun against his length, his body twitching with the urge to roll and run away. 

He feels locked in place by three sets of eyes on him and he's not used to this. He's not used to people looking at him like this- weak. Lower then them. 

He's used to standing tall, being the one others look at with fear and respect but now he's being looked at like he's nothing. 

He shudders, legs aching to close but he has a feeling Kinger wouldn't be too happy about that if he did. 

He watches then, as Kinger laughs. "Caine? Want to come over?"

Dictator can turn his head now and he does so, seeing the ringmaster coming over towards them with flushed teeth and red gums. They make eye contact and mismatched eyes dart to his crotch and Dictator feels the wood of his face heat up at the sheer joy in Caine's eyes.

Kinger gestures to Dictator. "What do you want to do with him?"

Caine seems to think that over, his eyes roaming Dictators body until their eyes meet and his body trembles. "...I want to sit on his face"

That makes both Kinger and Queenie groan, and Dictator shudders. 

"Go on then" Kinger says, his eyes bright while he firms up his hold in the shotgun. "Suffocate him"

Caine nods, eyes still on Dictators face, before he starts to undo the buckle of his pants. He could snap his clothes away, but he had always said that undressing felt human and he liked it. 

Dictator watches as he drops his pants and underwear, stepping out of them and then shrugging off his coat. It leaves him in his white under shirt and Dictators eyes trail down the naked cunt before him. 

He groans at the sight of flushed white skin, at the sight of already wet lips. "Come on" He says, laughing when Caine flushes. "Are you that desperate-"

The gun presses against his cock hard enough to make him wheeze and arch his back at the pain, his eyes rolling shut. "Hm-fuck!"

"Be nice" Comes Queenies voice and it makes him burn.

He hears footsteps and he forces his eyes open to see Caine now stood right next to him, looking down at his face. Something like mischief passes over his face then, and he lifts a leg to the other side of Dictators head. 

Dictators eyes immediately go to that cunt, seeing the way the little black clit peaks out of its hood and how thighs already look wet, and he tilts his head up in preparation for Caine to sit.

Instead, he watches as Caines hand slips to his pussy, fingers rubbing through his lips and dragging against his clit. 

Caine moans, head falling forward and their eyes meet. "Hmm-" He whines, top jaw furrowing. "Mhhh-"

Dictators hands dig into the stage, only able to watch as those fingers slip into a soaked cunt, the sounds of Caine stretching and touching himself ringing in his ears. 

Caine suddenly shudders, his fingers spreading and Dictator feels faint as he watches slick sticking to fingers and dripping down shaking thighs. 

He wants to demand, he wants to grab Caine and force him to sit- but the gun is still pressing to his dick and he really can't risk it. 

Instead he can only heave for air at the sight of a delicious pussy being fingered and fucked into only a few feet above him. 

Caine whimpers above him, his free hand moving to grab a bunch of his white shirt while he rolls his hips against his own hand, his legs and knees obviously struggling to stay upright. 

Then, Caine drips onto Dictators face. 

The feel of it hitting him and running down his cheek is almost painful, his dick throbbing and his eyes fluttering. "Fuck-" He grumbles, eyes opening back up to Caine see frantically fucking three fingers into himself. "Fuck Caine-"

He cuts himself off, that sounds too much like a plea in his ears. Instead he lifts his hands to place them on white legs, pressing his fingers against the flesh. "Sit" 

He tries to make his voice demanding, firm, and it seems to work seeing as Caine whines and his knees almost bucket, but then-

"You are not in charge here"

The voice, commanding and steady makes all three men go rigid. 

Dictator, feeling scalded, frowns. "I-"

"Drop your hands"

He's ashamed of how quick he does it, his hands falling from Caines legs and back to the floor, blinking up at the cunt that's only become wetter since Queenie had started talking. 

He's hyper aware of the gun pressed to him, his legs spread to allow it so close and it's humiliating to be reacting like this to the three of them. 

How quick he listens to Queenies orders, how he keeps his legs spread for Kinger, how desperately he wants Caine to sit on his face. He's not used to feeling like this, like he's-he’s-

Part of it. Of them. 

With their attention on him like this it's like he's a part of their relationship and that-

That’s-

Hes grateful that Caine must have finally decided to sit down, because he had felt way too close to crying. 

The moment Caines cunt is pressed to his mouth Dictator dives in, his tongue slipping out and pressing inside. He licks up velvety walls, drags along sensitive skin, seals his lips over a black clit and sucks. 

He feels Caine's hands grip his cap, ripping at it and the cross beneath. Hes rolling his hips in little stuttery movement that make Dictator only burying his face in deeper to that pussy, desperate to taste him, desperate to feel him. 

His hands dig into the floor, he wants to wrap his arms around thighs and pull him hard against his face but he hasn't been told he could- fuck now he's waiting for the orders? Pathetic. 

His heart thuds in his chest, his lungs burn as sloppy sounds of pleasure echo around the stage. He can feel the slick soaking the wood of his face, his body jolting because he really can't breathe right now.

"You can use your hands now"

With that, his hands snap up to grab Caine around those sinful thigh, and he pulls him down hard against his face. He can feels Caines clit digging harshly into his face, his nose, if he had one, would definitely be broken by now. Using his grip he spreads legs wider and he moans at the taste that fills his mouth. 

Sweet and musky, the taste of candy and warmth. It fills his whole body, he's not able think or feel anything other then the taste of the man in his mouth. 

"Hm-!hm-! Ah!- I'm- I'm-" At Caines cries Dictator shifts one hand to rub roughly at that black clit, making the little bud shift and shake and tremble. 

Caine squeaks, thighs clamping down on his head hard enough to completely deafen him, and then he's really choking on the fluids that fill his mouth and run down his throat. He gulps it down, body twitching as he tries to stop the black spots that fill his vision. 

Caine tries to lift off, obviously so he can breath but he doesn't allow that to happen. He keeps swallowing down Caines essence until the man is completely curled over his head and babbling nonsense, only then does he release his grip. 

Caine tumbles off of him and to the side, collapsing on his back with heavy breaths and trembling legs. "Oh my-" He blinks up at nothing, mismatched eyes still wet. "Oh that-"

Dictator laughs despite how wet his face is and he goes to speak-

"Up" 

His eyes snap up to see Kinger staring right at him, shotgun raised and aimed at his chest. The dark chess piece clenches his jaw, narrowing his eyes at the other man. He wants to refuse, he wants to tell Kinger to fuck off. 

But that blasted gun stays pointing at him. 

He shifts, sitting up carefully on his knees all while Kinger keeps the gun trained on him. He grunts when it's suddenly lifted from his chest to his head once more.

"What now?" He can't help but snark, narrowing his eyes at Kinger. "Want me to what, suck you off at gun point?" He laughs, tilting his head forwards to press his forehead to the gun. "If you put your cock anywhere near my mouth I'll bite it off"

Kinger clicks his tongue, looking unimpressed by his comment. "No" He says, eyes flicking to behind Dictator. "Turn around"

Dictator huffs, rolling his eyes even as he does just that. "Honestly you're too chicken shit to do this thing properly, meant to be instilling fear and shit y'know? Not just-" 

He hears a click next to his ear, then-

'Boom!'

His eardrums almost pop, his skull throbs, his ears ring. 

He stares, unmoving and wide eyed at the smoking hole in the floor in front of him. 

...Did Kinger just- 

The gun cocks again and presses right to the back of his head. "I have more bullets" He says, almost softly and Dictator can't look away from that smoking hole. "Will you listen to me now? Knowing that I'm not chicken shit like you said?"

Dictator nods, "yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes I'll listen to you" He breathes, eyes unable to look away from broken wood. The fear that he had managed to push down is back now and it's tenfold, it sits in his chest and it makes his hands shake as he stares. 

His cock, still in his robe, leaks pre. 

"Hm. Good boy"

That makes him flinch and he ducks his head on instinct, eyes closing and face burning as he tries to starve of the shame in his stomach. 

"Open your eyes"

He does, and he sees Caine kneeling before him, teeth red and body trembling. Dictator swallows roughly when he sees the way Caines shifting on his knees, like it's psychically painful for him to stay still with how aroused he is. 

"Now-" Kinger voice is low, leaving no room for argument and Dictator is not used to this tone being directed towards him 

"Fuck Caine"

That's an order he's more then happy to follow. 

Immediately he's grabbing thighs and pulling, his body following Caine's own as it goes down. His hands are running over flushed white skin, one moving up to a broad chest and the other moving between spreads legs. 

He presses his fingers in to Caines cunt just to watch him squirm and hear him whimper, before he's pulling them out and hes shrugging off his robe. 

He lets it fall, immediately grabbing his cock and shifting close to Caine. Legs move to his waist and he hunkers down over him, his cock moving through wet folds and pressing to a throbbing clit until his head catches and he pushes in. 

His hips mean Caines, getting a drawn out whimper for his efforts, and he goes to pull out-

"Stop"

His eyes dart to the hole in the floor and he freezes, deep inside of Caine. 

"Hm, so now you listen to me?"

Dictator grits his teeth, head dropping to rest on Caines collar bone. He wants to retort, he needs to- but the threat of the gun is so very real. 

It's embarrassing how hot it makes him. Being treated like this, like he's a toy for them to use however they wish and however they want. 

Arms wrap around his neck, Caine laughing softly next to his head. "He t-twitched" Caine says, voice shot but teasing. "When you- you said that"

Three laughs and he buries his face deeper, unable to face the ridicule. 

There's a hum then from behind and he vaguely registers something presses to his lower back. 

"Out" 

It takes him a moment to understand what Kinger is saying but when he does he flushes. "Fuck-" He swears against warm skin, eyes squeezed shut. 

Despite that, he listens.

He pulls his hips back slowly, his thighs twitching with the strain of not moving too fast. He pulls out until only the tip is pressed to Caines cunt, and he huffs, back twitching. 

"Now, in"

Again, with the gun to his lower back, he listens. 

He presses back in just as slowly, his eyesight blurring at the way Caine sucks his cock back in. He feels tight walls cling to his dick, causing pleasure to shoot up his spine. “Fuck-” He bites out again, chest stuttering as he struggles to take in breath. 

He-

Fuck.

He's really not used to this pace. 

Normally he fucks whoever he's fucking into like a mad man, cums, and that's it. He's not used to this- this careful pace, this slow pace. 

It sends shivers down his spine, his head spins. He wants to curl into a little ball and hide away from the three gazes he can feel on him.

Each press in make Caine whine, each pull out makes him moan and it's strange to hear such soft sounds from him. He's used to hearing the man sobbing for more, begging to cum while Dictator kept him pinned and fucked him until he bluescreened. 

"Hm- y-yes that- oh that's amazing-" Caine breathes and something about that tone he's using makes Dictator flush. He feels a clawed hand on the back of his head, and the soft touch makes him shake. 

What the fuck is wrong with him?

"You're doing so good" Caine says and Dictator goes rigid. "So-hm!- so good for me"

His eyes burn, fuck he's- he might-

Fingers press on his skin, claws run over his neck, a kiss is placed on his temple. "Such a g-good boy for us"

His eyes are burning, his throat aches, his body throbs and he tries to focus on the gun- tries to focus on the fear that's still in his stomach.

"Mmm- feels so good inside-inside of me- oh gods I- it's so good- you're so good-" Caine whispers to him, like it's just for him to hear and Dictator-

He thinks of the first time he joined the other three in the bedroom, how after everything was said and done, he had stood at the foot of the bed and just watched as the others got comfortable. 

He had been clothed, satisfied, and honestly he should have been happy but- 

But even then an unfamiliar feeling had settled in his stomach. Something too close to longing for his liking.

He had ignored it then, and every other time he had felt it after that. 

Its why he doesn't stay around much after sex unless one of them asks, it's why he hides away in the old storage room alone.

Trying to ignore his feelings when they're soft with him, when they hug him and kiss him and touch him likes he’s worth something. 

He's ignored the way his heart ache to be with them. 

Until now apparently.

"...Oh Dictator-" Hands grab his face and lifts it, thumbs rubbing the areas just beneath his eyes. "Hey, hey look at me"

He listens and opens his eyes, feeling ashamed when he realizes just how blurry they are. "Fuck-" He spits out, trying to turn his head away but Caine holds firm. "God, fucking damn it-" 

He's pulled close to Caine's chest again, grateful the smaller man is giving him somewhere to hide, while legs tighten around his waist. 

"It's okay" Caine says to him, soft and sweet. "I’ve got you" 

His hips are still moving, their bodies are still pressing together slowly, the pleasure is still making his head spin, the gun is still pressing to his back. 

Dictator lets out a sob, and immediately cringes. "Fuck!-" 

Caine clenches around him and suddenly he gets wetter and warmer and Dictators vision whites out.

They cum together, Dictators hips stutter into a tight cunt while he rides out his high, tears falling from his eyes and landing on pale skin. They both heave for breath when it's done, their chests sweaty and pressed together. 

"Sit up for me, please"

The tone is soft now, gentle, but he still shudders at the order. 

When Caines arms release him he sits up, feeling the muzzle move to press against the back of his head. Caine keeps watching him, mismatched eyes teary and Dictator wonders if his are the same. 

A gloved hand cups his face and he glances up to see Queenie stood there and he wonders when she had moved. Her amber eyes scan his face, following tears tracks as they run down his face. 

"You're so good for us" She says, and Dictator wants to look away but he feels stuck in place. "Always such a good boy for us"

"I'm-" He bites back his voice, feeling too shaky to truly breathe. "It-"

"You're not used to kindness, are you?" Kingers voice says behind him and Dictator sniffs, slowly shaking his head. "Receiving it or giving it, right?" He shakes his head again. 

Before now he can't remember the last time he had heard a kind word, is that sad? Pathetic? Either way it's deeply humiliating. 

The gun presses harder to his head and for that he's grateful, the fear coming back into his stomach makes it harder for him to focus on his heart. 

"Can we help you?" Queenie whispers to him and Dictator shudders hard at her tone. "Learn kindness?"

He nods once, eyes no longer running but head still stuffy. There's a chuckle, small hands on his chest, hands cupping his face and the gun presses harder to his skin. 

"Ask" Caine says into the skin of his neck, before he presses kisses there. 

"Ask us to be kind" Queenie says, their eyes locked together and Dictator feels pinned to his spot. 

"Ask to be kind" Kinger finishes and Dictator swallows the lump in his throat, the feeling of it aches and it swells and-

"Please" For the first time in his life, he begs. "Please I need- please-" 

Movement. 

Caine is slipping away from him and kneeling before him, still pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders, while Queenie keeps his head tilted up and focused on her. 

"Maybe we should get rid of the gu-"

"No I-" Dictator winces when he cuts Queenie off. "I need the- I need-" He doesn't know how to say it without sounding stupid. What, he needs the fear? He needs to feel like he is being forced to say this? Not that he wants to? That he needs to? 

Queenies eyes soften, "okay" She nods, looking pleased and he wonders if that's because he had asked for something, not demanded it. 

She holds her hand out to Kinger, "give me the shotgun"

That image, paired with her firm tone, makes all three men shiver. 

Kinger gives the gun over without a word, though he looks red in the face when he hold it out. 

Instantly Queenie checks the chamber, humming and then cocking it back into pace. "Now" She points the gun back at Dictator and he lets out a rushed breath at the fear that settles in his chest at the sight. 

"Now-" Her eyes flick to Kinger. "Get behind Dictator for me" 

Said man feels movement behind him, and then hands move to his waist. He shudders at the feel of warm hands on his skin, but he keeps his eyes on the gun. 

"Caine, put your back to his chest"

The ringmaster is quick to listen to the woman, turning around and shifting, back to Dictators chest. 

"Hmm, very good. Such good boys for me, aren't you?"

Funnily enough they each have a different reaction to the praise. 

Caine flusters but looks pleased, his eyes shining in the lights above. Kinger chuckles, hands tightening on the waist before him, and Dictator shudders and drops his gaze. 

Queenie laughs, and sound making all of them fluster, before she speaks. "You all see where this is going yes?"

Dictator is not fool. He can feel Kingers cock press in-between his cheeks, hard and warm against his sensitive flesh. His own dick is pressed against Caine's lower back and he knows what Queenie wants.

Their eyes meet and Queenies gaze goes hard. 

"Ask" She says, shotgun on her hip and god does she look gorgeous like this, in charge, regal, truly living up to her name. "Ask to fuck, and be fucked"

Dictator tries to duck his head, he wants to duck his head, but he can't, not with the way Queenie is capturing his gaze and keeping it. 

"I'm-" His breath hitches, his head spins. "I-" Fuck how does he do this? He's not used to-to begging for something. Asking for something. 

"Think of what you want" Kinger says behind him then, and Dictators eyes flutter when he feels a light kiss to the back of his shoulder, hands rubbing up and down his sides. "And ask for it. Say please"

Dictator feels his face burn the longer he stares at Queenie, but the urge to- to be good is overwhelming. 

Thankfully, she seems to understand. "What do you want?"

That's easy, he thinks to himself as he speaks. "To fuck Caine" He looks back to Kinger still pressed to his back, his stomach twisting with arousal when he feels the mans cock twitch against him. "To-to be fucked by Kinger"

Queenie hum, hands steady where she's holding the gun. "What's the magic word?"

"P-" He catches, he has to fight past the block in his throat, the way his hands shake. He has to ignore the ache in his chest. 

"Please" he finally gets out and more tears fill his eyes, and like a dam being jacked open, all of his emotions come spilling out. "Please I need- I'll be good" He whispers and he hears a gasp in front and a groan behind him. "I'll be so so so good for you Queenie please just- I need it- I needs it so bad I need to be fucked and- please I'm-"

Queenie nods, her face red, clearly effected by his pleading. "Good boy"

He jolts, head falling back and hips twitching. "Please- "

"Well then you two, get to it"

A hand grabs his cock, small and shaky and begins to jerk him off at the same time as wet fingers press to his hole, running over furled skin. 

"Breathe in" He follows the command, chest expanding and body buzzing as he's touched from both directions. "Good boy"

"I-" A finger presses into him and he gasps, one hand moving to grab the one on his waist, the over grabbing onto Caines white shirt. "Oh fuck-"

"Relax sweetheart" Kinger says behind him and he swears his heart stops when it registers what he says. 

"Shut it-" He croaks, and his tone doesn't have the harshness it once did, especially as Kinger finger begin to curl inside of him. 

The hand on his cock keeps stroking him at a slow, careful pace and he shudders when a thumb presses to the tip. "You're leaking so much" Caine says quietly, "are you that into being a good boy for us?"

Dictator shudders, eyes rolling back and stomach fluttering. "Fuck-" 

Another finger is pressed into him and then they spread, his body shakes at the feeling of his prostate being brushed against and he loses strength in his body. He stutters forward, hands falling to the floor so that he doesn't completely collapse. The new angle presses all three of them closer together and Dictator feels sweat run down his back at the feeling of sweltering heat. 

"Fuck, fuck fuck-" He shakes his head to try and clear the haze from it, but it's hard to do when his whole body is filling with pleasure from so many touches at once. "I-"

Kinger presses against his back, Caine presses to his chest, they all groan and Dictator feels the ache in his chest spread out to his limbs. "Please fuck me-" He croaks out, head dropping to the area between Caines shoulders blades. "Please I need it, I need it please please-"

The fingers inside him- fuck when did Kinger move onto three? Fuck he's really out of it right now- pull out and the hand around his cock shifts, Caine's ass presses back against him and then his dick is sliding through slick folds. 

Something wet and warm is pressing to his hole and he shudders, eyes aching with the strain of trying to stay open against the onslaught of pleasure. 

"Ready?" Queenie. 

Dictator nods, head spinning and heart racing. "Yes- yes please I'm- please -" He doesn't need to be asked to beg now, he's too desperate to cum, he's too desperate for pleasure. "Please I'll- I'll be good, I'll be so good, I'll be so good I swear- please please please-"

Hands grabs his hips, his cock is pressed to a wet entrance. 

"Please" Tears slip from his eyes as he looks up to Queenie, seeing her standing directly in front of Caine now, the shotgun still in her grip and aimed at him. "Please Queenie please "

"Ask them" She says, gesturing to the two men on either side of him. "Ask them nicely"

God this is humiliating. 

He tilts his head looking at Kinger first, feeling the way his face burns when blue eyes meet his. "... please" He says weakly, watching as his brows furrow like he's in pain. 

"More" Kinger whispers back and Dictator glares at him, but it's half hearted. 

"You-" He huffs, frowning at the other man. "Fine fine-" He takes a deep breath, he pushes away the shame and embarrassment. His eyes flick to Queenie, to that damned gun, and the words come pouring out of him.

"Kinger please fuck me" His voice cracks, his tone shaky as he stares down the barrel. "I- I need it, I need you inside of me" His cheeks burn, his eyes ache, his lungs feel stuffed. "I need you to fuck me I need- Kinger please"

"You- you piss me off" Fuck what is he saying? Why is this all coming out now? "You're not ashamed to be soft and- and it annoys me. You're okay with being seen as weak, being seen as soft you-" The tears are falling in earnest now and he kind of hates himself for it, "I'm envious that you can do that" 

The sobs break free, shaking his whole body as three sets of if eyes burrow into him. "I wish I could- be soft-" 

Invisible arms wrap around his chest and he's begun hugged from behind, and suddenly he's being filled from the inside. 

He gasps, eyes open wide as he stares at nothing. He's only been on the receiving end once before and even then it had been when he was riding Kinger, he was a still in control-here he has no control. 

Kinger spears him open, spreads his walls, making him let out a long, high pitched whine. He's trembling again, his body buzzing. 

Without any promoting, his mouth moves as he talks. "Caine-Caine please I need to be inside of you, I need to feel you please please let me fuck you please- you're always so good to me and you treat me so so good and-" His breath hitches, his entire soul aching.

"You treat me like I'm real" He cries out, feeling like he's close to falling apart "you-you don't treat me like I'm a fucking clone you treat me like I'm h-human and it's addicting and it's good please Caine please never stop treating me like I'm worth something-"

Hes filling wet heat, and he's crying.

His mind spins as he's fucked from both sides, arms wrapped around his chest and keeping him close, his body's much to warm and his head feels stuffed with cotton as he blinks up at the woman before him. 

The gun is lowered now and he wonders how long it's been off of him- had he really said all of that because he wanted to? Not because he had to? 

"Q-Queenie" He whimpers, hand reaching out. "Please-" Hands cups his face, lips press to his and he cums.

It wrecks him, suddenly and without warning. 

It burns his blood and sends his stomach boiling. His mind goes hazy and he's barely able to kiss Queenie back, even as her tongue brushes his and tries to get him to react, all he can do is stay limp. 

He chokes from lack of air, his body moving without his say so as he's fucked even after he's cum. 

Tears drip from his eyes without his permission, sobbing sounds leaving him even as Queenie pulls away. She's kneeling on his empty side and he buries his face in her neck as he shouts from pleasure.

"Fuck- please-!" Kingers hips slap against his back side, stretching him over and over again. 

"Please-Please-" Caine's cunt squeezes around him, tight and wet and his thighs are soaked as slick drips on to his lap. 

"You're such a good boy Dictator " She whispers and he only sobs harder. "You're such a good boy"

"So-so smart" Kinger says against his shoulder, his hips moving desperately as he fucks Dictators ass. "So fucking smart for us sweetheart"

He whines, he's not used to being called a pet name, they don't call him pet names, he doesn't deserve pet names-

"So-so strong-" Caine whines, leaning up to press his back to his chest. "So brave and-and hmmm-! So handsome-"

"You're perfect" Queenie says and her amber eyes are soft, sweet, teary. 

"We love you" She says, and Dictator screams as another orgasm burns through him. 

Caine cums quickly around him, his cunt gushing around Dictators soft cock as he jerks and whines. Kinger hilts himself inside fully before he is coming with a long, long groan of pleasure. 

Dictator whimpers at the feel of cum filling the deepest parts of him, his body going limp. He's released, body tilting to the side and disconnecting from the other two men as he flops into Queenies lap. 

He's still crying, sobs leave him as he covers his face with his hands, feeling humiliated for acting the way he did, for saying the things he did. 

They all keeps talking to him, a robe that doesn't feel like his own is tucked over his shaking legs and lap, and fuck he can't stop crying. 

More praise is heaped on him, more soft touches, and he feels bad because he's keeping them from each other now, he's keeping them from resting themselves. 

"Caine? Baby can you....?"

"Oh yes, of course" 

Fingers snap and his stomach turns with a teleport, his eyes cracking open to see that he's now in the pillow fort. He's not been here before, honestly he hadn't believed he was allowed to be here. 

He flinches when something cold and damp is used to wipe over his thighs and backside. He shivers the whole time, head and eyes struggling to stay up and open.

His cap is removed, something is slipped up his legs, and then he's being moved again. 

He twitches when he's pressed to a bunch of pillows, his eyes fluttering open to see everyone in underwear. He blinks, mind still hazy and comfortable as he wipes his face clean of tears. 

He wants to speak but it's too much effort so he only watches as Kinger laughs at Caine struggling to take his shirt off, the fool had forgotten to unbutton it. 

There's a soft chuckle next to him and he looks to see Queenie watching the scene with a soft smile, her eyes full of-

Love.

His breath hitches when he remembers what the woman had said and he shaky reaches out to place a hand on her side. 

She looks at him, eyes till oh so soft. "Are you okay baby?"

Baby. Like he's on the same level as Kinger and Caine.

Tears fill his eyes again, but he nods, shifting closer. Immediately she pulls him to her chest, his head coming to a rest on her chest as he takes stuttering breaths in. 

"I meant it" She says above him and he can't breathe, he's too overwhelmed by everything. "We love you"

A hand on his shoulder from behind, the bed dips. "We do" Caine says and the usual fluster or showmanship is gone from his voice, leaving behind only the softness reserved for lovers. "We love you"

A hand catches his cheek, and he peeks out of his hiding space to see Kinger staring at him, looking equally as emotional as he feels. 

"We do love you" Kinger says quietly. "We love you so much"

Dictator looks for a lie, a fib, anything to prove that they're being dishonest. 

He doesn't find anything.

He buries his face back into Queenies chest, her soft, wireless bra presses against his cheek as he takes shuddering breath. 

"...I love you too" 

Three exhales. Three sounds of relief.

Dictator allows his heart to swell.