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In hindsight, it was a wonder how General Hux could be absent from command for so long while the First Order still ran so smoothly. Perhaps that was sufficient evidence that he could so efficiently lead an army without his presence being needed on the bridge of the Finalizer .
Little did the crew of the flagship know, however, that their general was not planetside enjoying his mandated rest time as suspected, but that he instead was situated halfway inside of a padded box in a sparsely decorated room on the Night Buzzard orbiting a moon somewhere on the border of Wild Space.
Nor was he the only one in the room; at that moment, Kylo Ren pulled the ends of the rope holding Hux’s bare ankles apart, taut enough to be just on the side of discomfort, then straightened up to his full height. Of course, Hux couldn’t see his display of masculinity even if he tried. A blindfold had been tied over his eyes before he entered the box, along with a gag situated between his teeth and headphones blasting some heavy music sitting comfortably over his ears, effectively blocking every outside stimulus from reaching him.
Kylo took a moment to appreciate his handiwork. Hux’s pale ass was on display, sitting at the perfect height to tempt any and all who would find him like this to do whatever they desired with him. Ropes ascended from his legs through the narrow opening around his waist, biting into his skin deliciously when he tried to shift the weight of his lower half and forcing him to move his upper body in tandem. His knees would be taking the brunt of this position for sure, but as the rhythmic bass of the music echoed through his head, Hux found himself giving one last thanks for the padding of the tabletop as well.
With nothing but darkness surrounding him, Hux took a shuddering breath through his nose as he felt hands grab onto his ass. These had to be Kylo’s for now. Hux felt a probing sensation in his head as the hands on his skin slowly massaged the muscles beneath them. For all his complaints about the Force, this was certainly the most useful way of communication he could think of, given his situation. “Breathe, babe,” Kylo’s voice echoed, just audible over the music.
At the same time, the cold, slick drizzle of lube down his crack drew a gasp from Hux, followed by the calloused touch of one of Kylo’s fingers swiping it back up to circle at his rim. After a moment of teasing, he slowly breached his hole and pushed in up to the second knuckle. “Breathe,” he whispered again, listening for the low exhalation from the box in front of him before setting an agonizingly slow pace with his finger. “You’re doing so well for me, babe”
Hux moaned through the gag with every push and pull of the finger inside of him, wanting so, so much more. But that wasn’t their purpose this time. Their game until this point had been indulgent, bordering on outright violence, but this time was all about completely undoing the general, relieving every bit of stress built up in his body after decades of watching his own back, and allowing him to let go of everything. Patience was certainly not Kylo’s strong point, and with how wound up Hux was in his day-to-day life, it would take him longer to work out the wrinkles of Hux’s stress than his self-control would allow. It was almost as if Hux needed a team of men to constantly work on him for hours at a time for him to feel completely and utterly relaxed.
Of course, Kylo Ren may only be one man himself, but as the master of the Knights of Ren, well. That was yet another check on the convenience of his co-commander.
Kylo pulled back his finger until the tip was just barely inside of Hux, drawing a whine of impatience from the box. “Hush,” he projected as he pressed the blunt tip of a second finger right next to the first. “We haven’t even started yet.” Another moment passed before Kylo decided to grant mercy and steadily pushed in both fingers until he bottomed out.
A litany of moans streamed from inside the box, Hux already starting to lose track of time and his surroundings as Kylo’s fingers scissored inside of him deliberately, his free hand still rubbing at his hip just below the rope tied around his waist. Hux closed his eyes behind the blindfold to imagine the look of fascination on Kylo’s face as he lined up a third finger to plunge into his hole. As soon as it breached him, his eyes flew open to stare blankly into the darkness while a long groan ripped through his throat, muffled by the gag between his lips.
“That’s it, babe” Kylo murmured, somehow punctuating every thump, thump of the bass of the music with a ghost-light touch against Hux’s prostate. “You’ll need to take at least one more before I hand you off. Some of my knights are bigger than the others, and I don’t know what order they’ve decided to line up in.” Hux moaned again, his imagination flashing through various shapes, sizes, and curves of dicks like he was searching through a holoporn collection. He knew the knights weren’t human, but as to the species of each individual, he couldn’t be bothered to find out in his day-to-day life; they were outside the jurisdiction of the First Order and answered only to Kylo anyway, so there hadn’t been any reason for him to know how close to humanoid each of them were.
Not that it mattered now anyway, either. Hux was tied up and confined to a box on a table, deprived of any external sensory output aside from the touches he could feel on his hip and in his hole, left to the whims of a murderous, unstable Force user and his clan of alien lackeys. The worst part about it, he had to admit to himself, was that he wanted exactly all of this. Months of planning, skirting around logistics, developing ideas, and discussing failsafes; all culminating in a twinge of discomfort at the feeling of more cool lube dribbling down his crack and a fourth finger sliding inside of him to the first knuckle.
Kylo stilled his fingers for a moment. “How does that feel?” he asked.
Hux blinked at the tears prickling in the corners of his eyes and tried to swallow around the gag. His first instinct was to try and speak aloud, but he quickly reminded himself he wouldn’t be able to. Yet another reason to be thankful for the Force, apparently. “Feels good,” he consciously thought, the music in his ears beginning to lull him away from reality. “I can take more.”
Sure enough, that was all Kylo needed to hear before sinking all four fingers deep inside his hole. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, rubbing his free hand across the pale skin of Hux’s ass.
The combination of soft touches and the stretch of his ass caused Hux to choke on the pleasure-pain of his situation. After years of repression for preferring men above any other gender under his father’s rule and self-denial of genuine physical release as he climbed the rungs of the First Order ladder, finally he could realize one of his deepest, most secret desires with relative discretion. As a result of ignoring his physical needs, however, Hux found himself climbing ever closer to the edge of orgasm as Kylo worked his fingers in and out of him. “Kylo, please, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, torn between finding relief and drawing it out for as long as possible.
In response, Kylo buried his fingers deep inside of Hux and flexed the tips to constantly brush at his prostate, making his toes curl as a desperate whine echoed from the box. Lost in the assault on the bundle of nerves, Hux was no longer aware of any other touch; instead, he chased the pleasure of being so full that just as he was about to cum, a tightness suddenly encircled the base of his cock. He keened at the feeling of even more restriction and bucked his hips in desperation, unable to find relief.
Kylo placed a gentle kiss at the base of Hux’s spine and stilled his fingers once again. The silent question of whether or not to keep going as planned lingered with the touch. After a few beats, Hux nodded, then realized Kylo couldn’t see that affirmation, and thought, “I’m fine. I can wait. I can be a good boy for you.”
“‘I can be a good boy for you’...what?”
Hux could practically hear the shit-eating grin on Kylo’s face as he squirmed under his scrutiny. “I can be a good boy for you, Master ,” he said, disdain heavy on the last two syllables.
“Better,” Kylo said, crooking his fingers to massage at Hux’s prostate one more time before slowly pulling them out. “We’ll work on that tone, though.”
Hux could have given any number of replies, most of which would certainly have ended their game right then had he thought them at Kylo. However, all of them died half-formed as he felt the blunt tip of a plug pressing against his loosened hole. A long moan tore through his throat and he wiggled his hips in desperation, but Kylo continued holding steady, keeping the plug stationary.
“I want to make myself perfectly clear, and I am only going to say it once, so make sure to pay attention,” he said, punctuating the last word by pushing the plug a bit further into Hux’s waiting ass.
He responded by staying still, though Kylo’s voice had begun to blend with the music pounding through the headphones, making it more difficult to focus.
Once he was sure Hux was listening, Kylo poured more lube down his crack and slowly began to work the plug into his hole. “I will be watching you the entire time you are in here. Only my knights will be visiting with us. You will let me know if anything gets too intense. Don’t bother to try and hide it, either; Force user, remember?”
“As if I could forget, Master.”
That snark earned Hux a loud spank on the meat of his ass, causing his whole body to jump. Allowing him to settle back down, Kylo continued, “I will be monitoring you and check in every so often. You know my safe word. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good boy,” Kylo cooed. He pushed the plug in to almost the widest point and held it there for another moment. “One more thing: while you are not allowed to cum until after my knights are done with you, I have no such restriction. While you are in here, you are my plaything; mine to do with whatever I please. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mast- ahh fuck !” Hux blanked as the flare of the plug finally passed through the ring of muscle at his confirmation. Nestled right next to his prostate, the plug sat heavy and wide inside of him, keeping him ready for whoever would have their way with him first.
“Come again?” Kylo teased.
Shaky breaths and small whines escaped the box as Hux’s pale ass wiggled in anticipation, desperate to get on with it but wanting to draw it out for as long as possible. “Yes, Master, I understand,” he drawled, each vowel sticking to the roof of his mouth as he started to sink into the sensations.
“Good boy.” Kylo gave one last kiss to Hux’s ass before stepping away entirely, leaving him alone with naught but rope touching him. “Relax. Time will pass regardless, just let everything go.”
Hux hummed in response, letting his eyes slide closed behind the blindfold again as he tried to empty his thoughts. Unfortunately, as the youngest general the First Order had ever seen, he could very rarely ever just not think. Sensing that he wasn’t settling down easily, Kylo pulled out a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button, activating a low vibration on the plug. Immediately, Hux squealed and clenched in surprise, causing the plug to shift deeper inside of him.
“Oh, I didn’t think you would respond so beautifully to that,” Kylo purred, crossing one leg on top of the other as he settled into the only chair in the room to watch the show. “I think my knights will be pleased to see you so…welcoming.”
A spark flared to life in Hux’s belly imagining how depraved he must have looked at that moment. Everything was just on the edge of being too much: the ropes began to dig into his soft flesh; the pounding music beat out a steady but loud rhythm; the vibrations hit his prostate in a deliciously torturous way that caused tears to prick at the corners of his eyes again.
Noticeably absent was Kylo’s touch. He wasn’t even using his stupid Force tricks to tease at Hux’s sensitive nipples or obscenely red cock like he was certain he would. Hux would admit, after it was all said and done, that he was surprised Kylo had that much self-restraint; but with the complete absence of some of his senses and the abuse of the others, he found that he genuinely couldn’t bring himself to care any more about what the other man did while he was strung up like a Life Day present. All he could think about was the anticipation of the next touch, wherever or whoever might give him that sense of relief.
Kylo continued to monitor Hux over time, noting the usual sharp, staticky noise of his thought process becoming duller and quieter. A few more minutes of relative silence passed, punctuated by the low hum of the vibrator and the occasional whine from Hux, then he made his way to the door to welcome the first of his knights: Ushar.