Title: Punishment
By: nancy
Pairing: Gil/Greg & Greg/Warrick & Greg/Nick
Rating: NC-18
Warnings: extreme D/s, BDSM, multiple partners, breathplay
Summary: Grissom's feeling particularly inventive.

Gil kicked Greg's legs apart with his foot, squeezing the bare ass with both hands. He was tempted to turn the pale skin a nice shade of red, but was in too much of a hurry. Maybe after, when Greg was still smarting from his fucking, so that it could be better appreciated.

Stroking his cock to get it harder, he pushed his knee between Greg's legs, pressing hard enough on his balls to cause a gasp. It was the first noise the young man had made since Gil had ordered him to push his pants down and bend over the desk.

“Don’t worry, slut, you’re going to get what you’ve been asking for,” Gil promised darkly.

Greg, unfortunately, kept his mouth shut. Gil had been hoping to provoke him into a protest, but no such luck. Not that he wouldn’t punish him after anyhow, because now he was definitely in the mood to see red on the tight ass in front of him.

Pushing the tip of his cock into the pre-lubed ass, Gil held it there for a long moment. Not to let Greg to adjust to the intrusion, but to tease him with it. Then he slammed into the tight hole, violating it without pause and causing Greg to cry out in pained need. He took Greg hard and fast, pummeling into the pliant, trembling body beneath him without mercy. The choked off cries were like music to his ears and Gil fucked him harder.

“That’s it, bitch, take my cock,” Gil growled into his ear. “This is what you were made for, to be my hole, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” Greg cried out, hands white-knuckled on the edge of the desk. “Yes, please, please Master, please!”

Gil bent over Greg completely, wrapping his arms around the slender waist and humping into him rapidly. He came hard, spurting his seed deep, digging his cock in as far as it would go. Panting, utterly wrecked by the orgasm, Gil lay on Greg until he felt he could move again without simply tumbling over. Before pulling out, he grabbed the plug on the desk and then pushed it into place a little harder than necessary once he’d withdrawn from Greg’s body.

Greg moaned helplessly, piteously, and for his wordless pleading, Gil started spanking him; Hard, heavy spanks that turned the skin a deep red as fast as possible. Greg struggled to stay still, but there was enough squirming that Gil had a satisfied smirk in place by the time he was done. Listening to the sniffles and gasps from the young man, Gil announced, “My office in two more hours for another punishment. And Greg?”

Shakily pushing himself upright, Greg asked respectfully, “Yes, Master?”

“Bring Warrick and Nick with you,” Gil ordered.

Greg moaned, but nodded as he slowly pulled up his pants.

*  *  *  *

Greg wasn’t entirely sure what had brought on the punishment, even though he’d wracked his brains trying to figure out what had caused it. Maybe Grissom had just decided that his ass wasn’t red enough. They hadn’t been able to get any time to do anything in the last day or so, work had been so crazy. And now he had more punishment to look forward to with Warrick and Nick as witnesses, maybe more, depending on Grissom’s mood.

Shuddering violently with need at the thought, Greg had to stop walking or risk walking into someone in the hall because he didn’t have any control. His cock was hard as a rock and desperate for relief, but he knew that wouldn’t be happening any time soon. If he jerked off, the punishment would be a hell of a lot worse than what he was going to get for not taking his spanking the way he should have.

Not that that was, exactly, a deterrent for not jerking off.

Forcing himself to ignore the throbbing ache of his body, both front and back, Greg continued on to the lab where he could make sure that work took his mind off the physical aspects of being Grissom’s slave and the team mascot. So to speak. Sara wouldn’t touch him, thank God. But Catherine had been giving him some interesting looks lately that told him she might not say no, the next time Grissom offered Greg up on a silver platter…or at least his office desk. Warrick and Nick used him as often as Grissom allowed it and Greg hated to admit it, but he got even harder being Grissom’s slut than he’d ever gotten about anything in his life.

So far, it was just the team, but that didn’t mean that Grissom might not take it into his head to reward Archie with a turn at him. Greg couldn’t see him being loaned out to Ecklie or Hodges, but Grissom had an unpredictable nature, at best. He was liable to do so just to watch Greg turn red with shame as he was fucked by someone he couldn’t stand, just because Grissom had told him to spread his legs.

And right, this isn’t getting anything done, Greg thought, abruptly turning his attention back to the microscope in front of him.

It was about an hour later that Gil walked up behind him and asked, “How’s my boy doing?”

Swallowing against a dry throat, Greg answered, “F-fine, Sir.”

A single hand slid down Greg’s stomach to squeeze between his legs.

“Oh God,” Greg gasped. “S-sir, please…”

“Still hard for me. Good, slut. You’ve only got another hour before punishment and if you take it well, I might let you come,” Grissom told him.

Greg moaned, arching forward into the hand that cupped him.

“Maybe.” And then Grissom left the lab to do whatever he needed to do.

Shuddering, Greg did his best not to spill in his pants then and there.

*  *  *  *

Warrick’s cock was thick and long and he could go forever, as Greg had found out the first time he’d been fucked by the black man. So far, it had only been ten minutes of slow, deep thrusts that shook Greg’s whole body when Warrick bottomed out inside him. Grissom had paddled him hard before the fucking, just to make sure that he was ‘sensitized enough’ to enjoy the experience.

Nick leaned against the opposite wall, watching them with dark, hungry eyes as his hand slowly rubbed his crotch. The Texan was well endowed enough to give Warrick a run for his money, but he wasn’t circumcised, which made the sensation of being fucked by him different.

Grissom sat in his chair, directly in front of them, watching with a lazy expression that didn’t fool Greg at all. He knew from experience that the other man was at his most dangerous and imaginative when that exact expression was in place. It made him nervous and excited the hell out of him, all at once.

“Nick, why don’t you let Greg suck you off? Unless you’re set on having his ass?” Grissom suggested.

Nick shrugged, pushing off the wall. “Saves me from sloppy seconds, so I’m good with it.”

“Feel free to choke him as much as you like. We’ve been working on how long he can hold his breath.”

There it was...the kink that Grissom loved to throw in the works. They’d been doing no such thing, but Greg couldn’t have protested if his life depended on it. This was his Master at his most manipulative and commanding. He moaned as he watched Nick’s zipper lower and the large cock pulled free of its confines.

Nick grinned and ordered, “Open wide, Greg.”

Then Greg’s mouth was filled with the thick shaft and he started sucking on it, knowing what was expected. Warrick moaned above him as Nick sank his cock into Greg’s mouth, the black man’s fucking got faster and harder. He did his best to relax and take as much of Nick as he could, but it wasn’t long before Nick gripped the sides of Greg’s head and forced himself down the waiting throat. He was impaled, violated at both ends, each man taking their pleasure from him without any care whatsoever if Greg got his, too.

Greg moaned desperately as he was completely used, hanging onto his control by a too-slender thread. This was so much more than he’d ever anticipated when Grissom had taken control of him one night when he’d been wired and bouncing off the walls. So much more and so fucking good.

“That’s it bitch. Just lie there and take it,” Grissom murmured in his ear, suddenly right beside him. “This is what you need, to be a hole for whoever I say. Cock or cum, piss or spit, whatever I want to fill you up with, that’s what you get. And you love it, don’t you? You’re so hard now I bet it actually hurts, doesn’t it? Leaking all over my floor like that, I’m going to make you lick it up after, Greg.”

A high-pitched whine escaped Greg and he couldn’t even care that it made him sound like a bitch for real. He was so close, so close to losing it entirely…

Warrick shouted as he slammed into Greg one last time, filling him up with come as he ground in deep. His ass was throbbing from the paddling and the fucking, but all Greg could do was lie there wanting more as the CSI slowly undulated inside him, before pulling out to roughly shove the rubber plug back where it belonged.

It was only moments later that Nick shoved his cock all the way in and spilled his seed down Greg’s throat. He stayed there, the shaft cutting off Greg’s air, hips jerking as Greg’s throat swallowed convulsively, milking the cock for more. Not until his vision started to gray-out did Nick pull out. Gasping and choking for breath, Greg collapsed on the desk, his chest heaving as his heart thundered hard against his ribcage.

Moments later, when his breathing had calmed somewhat and the sweat was starting to cool against his skin, there was one, single word Grissom uttered… “Come.”

And without a single touch on his body from anyone, Greg came for the first time in a week, screaming his release and passing out.