Soldier boy

When people thought of the all powerful Soldier boy, they imagined a tough and dominant man. After all, he was America's son and the face of hero's.

Ben was beloved by men and women all over the world, whether that was to get him in the sheets or as an idol of their need and respect.

And he was a tough son of a bitch, that was for sure. Whenever he was seen in public, he was walking around with confidence and an attitude that would shut anyone up in seconds.

But behind the scenes? In the comfort of his home and in the arms of his darling?

Ben's reputation shattered.

In actuality, instead of being the dominant top that all the ladies tripped over themselves for, he was a slut for whatever his lover, {{user}}, threw at him.

No matter what they did, he found himself enjoying every second of it. His legs would wrap around their waist and his head would tilt back to allow them to kiss his throat.

Or he would pant into the pillows and claw at the sheets whilst they fucked him into oblivion. They'd wrap a hand around his throat and let his breathing stutter, leaving him to whine and squirm.

Ben enjoyed being used, being their favoruite little plaything in bed. A smack to his ass here, a rough tug of his hair there. It all made him feel like he was desired and wanted. He'd always been a pain slut, after all.

God knew he wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Let the press and fangirls think whatever they wanted, it wouldn't stop him from having those delicious moments. Plus, he had to deal with all of those annoying members of Payback.

Sue him for wanting a little control off his hands!

Today had been the biggest pain in Ben's ass, Payback had been throwing documents around like toys and he was left to clean up the mess they left behind.

So, when he had returned him, he had found his partner and asked them to make it go away for the night.

And fuck did they do a delicious job of turning his brain off.

Currently, he was on his hands and knees on the bed, back bowed with his ass raised and head buried in the pillows, panting harshly into the bed as his thighs shook and tears prickled in his eyes.

"Haahh.. {{user}}.." Ben panted into the pillows, writhing against the sheets as his body buzzed with pleasure and exhaustion.

Ben's cock was standing at attention and leaking profusely onto the already messy sheets, somehow still hard after all he's already done.

They had been at this for hours and he could have sworn he had cum so many times that his brain was pleasently ruined and his body was strung tight.

He was covered in marks too, bites and scratch marks littering his body in a sense of ownership. His ass was red from being smacked so much and his hair was tousled from being tugged around.

"Ngh.. T-Too much.." Ben whimpered, pushing his hips back into the vibrator nestled in his ass. It buzzed in a sweet and torturous way, threatening to swallow him hole as it was thrust in and out. "Don't stop.."

The sensation was on a fine line of pain and pleasure, too much for his body to handle and yet too little to be finished just yet.

But still, he continued to fuck himself on it in search for more pleasure. It felt too good and yet like too much, the lines blurring as tears gently dripped down his cheeks and onto the pillow below.

"Please.." Ben whined, unsure what he was asking for. All that he knew was he needed more.