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Paul Prenter must have been one of the most vile people Brian had ever had the misfortune of meeting. The irishman was a slimy, manipulative real prick. And of course he’d come with them to the farm. Now, instead of the four bandmates being able to just have fun and work (and maybe potentially do other stuff), they had to watch out for Prenter in every shadow. And Paul never left them alone. He had endless of suggestions about their songs, which all were bullshit of course, according to Brian. He tried to be one of the gang, tried to fit in, to joke. He leered at them and flirted with them, even if Brian was sure he knew that the four of them were together.Brian hated the way Paul’s hand would sometimes linger on his back a second too long, or how he’d squeeze his shoulder in what was supposed to be a chummy fashion. Brian hated the way Paul gazed at John’s ass hungrily. At least the man stayed clear of Roger (he’d made the mistake of calling Roger pretty when the drummer was in a foul mood and had ended up with a drum stick to the face for his troubles).But worst was how Paul was with Freddie. And how Freddie was with Paul.John wasn’t very fond of Paul either, and Roger hated him even more than Brian did, but Freddie seemed to actually like the creep. The singer joked and flirted back with Paul, and got upset with Brian and Roger when they were rude to the man.Every time Freddie defended him, Brian could see Paul smile triumphantly behind his boyfriend’s turned back. The other man had Freddie completely wrapped around his finger and it sickened Brian. He’d slowly but surely manipulated Freddie into trusting him, always acting so patient and understanding, listening seriously when the singer acted as a drama queen and agreeing with him even when he was being unreasonable. In some corner of his heart Brian knew that Freddie mostly had any interest in Paul because of pity. His precious caring boyfriend had so much empathy, and always wanted to stand up for and support the lonely and different. Brian had heard about Paul’s tragic backstory, being gay, having a terrible family, being shunned by society. It was all absolutely dreadful. But that didn’t excuse his behaviour. He was taking advantage of Freddie’s beautiful heart to get the singer’s attention and sympathy. Brian had tried to explain his worries to Freddie but the singer refused listening to him, calling him a suspicious sod and a grumpy jealous twat. Then, one evening a couple of weeks after their arrival at the farm, everything with Paul came to a head.Brian hadn’t seen Freddie since dinner, and he was walking over to the studio, with John and Roger by his side, to ask if their boyfriend fancied a drink outside this pleasant evening. They were just about to step inside, lightly talking to each other, when they heard a crash and raised voices. Heart in his throat Brian threw himself into the room and then immediately froze at the scene.Freddie was on the floor next to the piano, struggling beneath the heavier weight of Paul. The other man was holding onto Freddie’s hair and kissing him, ignoring the singer’s protests.The next second Roger had bodily tackled Paul off Freddie, and John was rushing forward to the shocked singer. “MOTHERFUCKER!” Roger’s roar made the room shake and Brian whiplashed out of his stupor and ran up to the two fighting men. Roger was throwing punches at a howling Paul and Brian had to wrap his arms around the drummer and bodily drag him off the other man.“Roger fuck calm down, stop!” He yelled, getting an elbow in his stomach as Roger continued to thrash. Paul slowly sat up on the floor, holding a hand over his bleeding lip and glared at them. “Fred, babe, are you okay?” Brian heard John’s soft voice and both he and Roger stilled to look over at the other two. Freddie was trembling, still looking shocked, eyes wide and disbelieving. He swallowed shakily and finally let John pull him up to his feet. He glanced over at the bleeding Paul, eyes confused and hurt. “Paul…” The quiet words were barely heard over the heavy, harsh breathing in the room. “Why? Why did you…?”Paul snarled and shot Freddie a venomous look. “Why? What the fuck do you think?” His voice was sharp and Brian saw Freddie flinch at the sound of it. “You keep flirting with me and prance around in those damn tight pants… Don’t play the victim, you wanted me to.”“I didn’t!” Freddie’s voice broke, his eyes tearing up. Brian felt his heart break into a million pieces and he was now sure he’d never hated a man more than Paul Prenter.“Let me go, let me fucking go, I’ll kill him!” Roger was fighting his hold again, furious.Brian shook his head, catching John’s eyes urgently. “Get Fred out of here,” he grunted out, avoiding Roger’s head as the blonde tried to headbutt him. John quickly nodded, wrapped his arm around Freddie’s back and led the now crying singer out, talking softly to him. Relieved that Freddie was going to be safe, Brian gripped Roger tighter, trying to pull him away from Paul, who was getting back onto his feet.“Get that fucking maniac away from me,” Paul spat out, clenching his own fists. “I didn’t do anything!”“You kissed Fred against his will,” Brian growled back, “and would probably have continued if we hadn’t interrupted you.”Paul was getting red in the face, eyes dark with anger. “He was bloody leading me on! Being all sweet and flirty like…”“He was being kind!” Roger screamed, also red as he continued to try to get Brian to release him. “He didn’t lead you on you disgusting piece of shit!” The blonde lunged and Brian stumbled forward a couple of steps before managing to dig his heels into the floor again, stopping them. “Rog stop it, I know you’re angry but beating him up isn’t going to make it better!”“Rock and roll band my ass! You’re all fucking sluts, flirting around and banging each other!” Paul roared back, walking up closer to them. Brian felt his own shackles rising and glared at the man. “You don’t know how it feels,” Paul continued, shaking, “to have to see you being fucking lovey dovey all the time, I don’t have anything, not anyone! And you are four! It’s not fair!”“Shut the fuck up!” Roger yelled.Brian just scoffed. “You’re fucking pathetic mate, just back off before anyone gets hurt, alright?”Paul got so close that Brian could see the vein popping on his forehead. “I already got fucking hurt! I’m going to report you freaks.” His face turned into a disgusting smile. “You know, I only did what Fred was asking me anyway. Poor thing was so sad and lonely, begging me to take him with those pretty, dark ey..”Brian lost his grip on Roger as the blonde lunged again and Paul fell backwards, Roger on top of him, punching at every part of the man he could get at. “SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”Brian swore and hurried forward, trying to pull Roger off again, but the drummer was now completely livid and didn’t even seem to notice Brian as he focused on beating Paul to a pulp. The other man was putting up a fight now too, throwing his own punches and trying to flip them over.Shit shit shit. Brian dove into the brawl again, trying to separate the men, immediately getting a stray punch to the jaw and a knee to the groin.“What the fuck are you doing?!” John’s angry voice came from behind and Brian almost cried in relief as the younger man appeared next to him. They both grabbed Roger and finally managed to lift him off Paul.“Let me at him, I’m not done!” Roger snarled, but John just glared at him, then at Paul on the floor.The man was wheezing, face swollen and bloody. “You’re done.” John said cooly, shoving Roger away. “Stop being a stubborn wanker, Freddie needs us.”That finally managed to cool Roger off, his eyes widened and he seemed to completely forget the crumpled form of Paul by his feet. “Freddie…” he choked out, then grabbed John and dragged him towards the door. “Let’s go, let’s go,”Brian swore again, rubbed at his aching jaw and then threw a last glance at Paul before following the others when he decided the man wasn’t an immediate threat any longer.John had brought Freddie to the living area, the singer was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. He looked so small and lost that Brian nearly turned on his heel to go kill Paul after all.“Fred!” Roger rushed up to the singer and carefully took his face between his hands, looking him over. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”Freddie shook his head before raising an eyebrow. “No… I’m fine? You look like hell though dear.” He sceptically took in the blonde’s tangled hair, bruised cheek, bloody knuckles and ruined shirt. “Is he alive?”“Barely,” John muttered, sinking down next to Freddie on the couch and cuddling up close to him. Roger sank down to the floor in front of Freddie, wrapping his arms around the singer’s calves and resting his head against his knees.Brian took a calming breath and sat down next to Freddie on the couch, placing a comforting hand on the older man’s thigh. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry that happened to you love,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss Freddie on the cheek. He wanted to scream, to shake Freddie for not listening, tell him how worried he was, but tried to keep it cool to not alarm his poor shaken boyfriend more than necessary.Freddie rolled his eyes and puffed out his chest, “you just want to say “what did I say?” admit it,” he teased, and placed his hand on top of Brian’s on his thigh, squeezing gently. “I mean,” Brian sighed and nudged at Freddie’s head with his, “you really should listen to me more often. Anyway,” he reached out to ruffle John’s hair, grinning at the affronted look he received from the bassist. “thank you John, for helping me stop Roger from becoming a murderer.”Roger muttered something under his breath, squeezing Freddie’s legs harder. “Dear,” Freddie frowned, looking uncomfortable, “You shouldn’t have, it wasn’t that bad, what he did…”“How can you say that Fred?” John said, voice quiet but upset.Brian nodded, voice lowering into a growl. “It was bad. He did something you didn’t want him to do. You told him no, didn’t you?”“I did…” Freddie whispered weakly. God Brian hated to see him like this. His blood was pounding in his veins. Paul was finished. “He made you sad,” Roger breathed, rubbing his unbruised cheek up and down Freddie’s knee. “I’ll never forgive him.”“But,” Freddie started, looking down into his lap. “Maybe I did lead him on… I mean I always flirt so much and joke around. And I might be too physical. I probably confused him. I shouldn’t behave like that… Maybe I deserved it.”Brian let out a harsh breath. “Don’t you dare Fred, don’t you dare think that you’re in the wrong here.”“You’re kind, warm, flirty Fred,” John said simply. “Prenter’s been with us for quite some time now. He knows that’s just how you are. You’ve done nothing wrong.”Freddie still looked unsure, gnawing at his bottom lip. “Maybe I should tone down the flirting though… to not hurt other people.”Roger growled and sat up straight, putting both hands on Freddie’s knees and leaning in to peer up at him. “You don’t hurt people. You make people happy. You make people feel welcome and loved. Special. We love you for it.” He smiled at Freddie, reaching up to run his knuckles gently over the singer’s cheek. Brian winced at the small streak of blood he left behind. “What if Deaky had been assaulted just because he was smiling that cute smile of his and joking with someone, would you think that was his fault?”“No! Of course not!” Freddie violently shook his head. “But that’s different, Deaky’s never flirty with other people than us…” He winked at the bassist who rolled his eyes. “He’d never lead anyone on…”“What about Rog then?” Brian pushed. “He’s as flirty as you, if not worse. Would he deserve it if someone forced him?”“Never,” Freddie shuddered, hand clenching onto Brian’s.“Exactly.” Brian smiled. “And neither do you. Now,” he glanced over at John, “I think I should go talk to Prenter… Do you want to come with me? To stop me from finishing Rog’s job?”John nodded determinedly and kissed Freddie’s head before getting to his feet. Brian got up as well and Freddie whined at the loss of contact, pulling Roger up to straddle his lap. “You look a real mess darling,” Freddie clucked his tongue, touching Roger’s face gingerly. “You should see the other guy,” Roger snickered, waggling his eyebrows.When Freddie threw his head back and laughed Brian felt as if things were probably going to be alright. They’d need to have a real talk about loving yourself and self esteem with Freddie later, but for now he needed to sort out the more pressing issue...Brian and John walked back into the studio, finding Paul still there, having managed to drag himself from the floor and into a chair. He tensed up when they got back in, and Brian winced at the swollen state of his entire face.“You’re back? Well, I’m glad I got the two reasonable ones at least.” He snorted, watching them coldly. “So, what’s it going to be? You’re going to offer me money?”Brian scowled. “For what?”“For not fucking press charges against the bloody maniac who almost killed me?” Paul mocked, “I thought it would be in your interest to keep him out of jail? He’d probably not be faring very well in there, if you know what I mean.” He smiled ironically. “Blondie would be kept very busy for sure.”Brian shook his head in disbelief, this guy was really making things hard for himself.“Oh I think you’ll be faring much worse than he would, seeing as he beat your ass easily.” John answered sarcastically.“Me? In jail?” Paul laughed crudely. “I only kissed Fred, a known slut who’s been leading me on for weeks.”Brian took a calming breath. “You don’t call him that. Seriously, I can get Rog back in here to break your kneecaps, should I call?” Paul just glared at him. “That’s what I thought,” Brian smiled without humour. “You didn’t “only” kiss Fred, you scared him, didn’t stop when he asked you to and pushed him to the floor. And I’m sure you’d continued to assault him if we hadn’t shown up.”“Well, you can’t prove that, can you?” Paul smiled uglily. “We can’t,” Brian agreed. “But we could report you, tell the police about how we heard loud noises and coming in to see you beating and raping Freddie. Roger had to attack you to keep Fred safe.” He took a menacing step closer to Paul, feeling John doing the same. “I mean, it might not technically be true, but why wouldn’t they believe three perfectly good witnesses?”Paul’s swollen face had paled and he looked nervously between the two of them. “Of course they won’t bloody believe that, you’re not reliable witnesses, you’re partners.”“Well, you can’t prove that, can you?” John hummed.Paul gaped. “You… You wouldn’t! You can’t! It would ruin Freddie’s career!”“Well mate, I don’t think you want to take the risk,” Brian shrugged, stepping closer to stand directly above the trembling man. “But, since we are the reasonable ones, we have an alternative for you.”John came up close too, basically trapping Paul in his chair. “You get out of here, you forget all about Fred, you never look at him again, and you resign from working with us.” The young brunette was looking at Paul as if he was dirt under his shoe.“But I… I can’t…” Paul stuttered.“Listen,” Brian growled, voice low and dangerous. “You leave tonight. You stay the fuck away from Freddie and us forever. Or we will ruin your life.” Paul stared at them for a moment, then quickly nodded. “Good,” Brian smiled pleasantly and stepped back. “Now get the fuck out.”The trembling, bloodied man got up from his chair and stumbled as quickly as he could towards the door.“Bye!” John grinned after him, giving a little wave.
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Freddie leant back against the back of the couch, taking a deep breath. Roger was still perched on his lap, hands fervently running over Freddie’s arms, chest and face. There was a faint tremble to his fingers and a deep frown set between his brows. He touched Freddie like he was afraid he might disappear.And who could blame him? God, he couldn’t believe he’d let this happen. Again.They were all still a bit traumatized from that horrible period last year; when Roger and John had gotten in trouble first one night and Freddie had gotten drugged and assaulted barely two weeks later. Poor Brian hadn’t been able to sleep well in weeks. Freddie could still remember that first night all too well; John gasping and sobbing on the wet pavement, desperately trying to draw breath through a panic attack. Roger screaming his voice raw, shirt ripped open, eyes wild.And then Freddie fucking up when they’d just started to recover. And contrary to what had happened to his precious boyfriends, what had happened to him had been his own fault. Why did he never learn? Why did he never listen? Fuck sake, Brian had tried warning him about Paul and Freddie had scoffed and called him jealous. How could he have been so blind? So bloody naive?He’d genuinely liked Paul. He felt for him, felt sorry for him, for how the world had treated him. And the other man had been so supportive and encouraging to Freddie, agreeing with him in almost all matters. He had always been in Freddie’s corner when his bandmates stubbornly scowled and dug their feet in against some of Freddie’s more outrageous ideas. He had been a friend.Freddie had been shocked when the other man had interrupted him mid-sentence, leaning in to smash their lips together. He had tried to push him off gently at first, knowing sexual frustration sometimes could get the better of you, but Paul hadn’t stopped. He’d grabbed Freddie’s hair and pushed him down to the floor. Freddie shivered, he could still feel Paul’s rough hands on him, his tongue in his mouth. He thought he’d known Paul.“Fred?”Roger’s voice was quiet, his arms curled loosely around Freddie’s neck. His eyes were impossibly large and searching, gaze piercing into Freddie’s very soul. Freddie averted his own eyes, feeling naked, stupid and ashamed. He instead looked his boyfriend over, taking in his less than perfect state.Somehow, Roger was still unearthly beautiful. Even with his bruised face, unclean, messy hair and blood-stained shirt. Freddie guessed that was the thing about really gorgeous people. That the inherent beauty they owned was independent of fancy clothes, makeup and general grooming. It shone through everything. Always.It was ironic however, that the most angelic creature Freddie had ever had the pleasure of seeing, also was so brutally, uglily violent.Flecks of mostly dried blood stained his boyfriend’s throat and jaw. Freddie was pretty sure it was Paul’s. The blood tainted him, made shame and guilt and white-hot anger bubble up inside like lava. He wanted it gone.Freddie ignored Roger’s confused noise when he leant forward to bury his face against his throat. He licked at the stained skin, hands coming up to hold Roger’s head still when he tried to pull back.“Freddie, what are you doing?”He was so angry, at the both of them. At Roger, for having needlessly beaten and hurt another person so bad that he was covered in his blood. At Paul, for having the audacity to desecrate Roger’s smooth skin with his filthy blood.He sucked hard on Roger’s throat, probably bruising the skin there too and the blonde swore and pushed at his face. “Come on, Fred…”But most angry, Freddie was at himself.
Why? What the fuck do you think?
You keep flirting with me and prance around in those damn tight pants…
He never fucking learnt. He’d behaved like a bloody slut, teasing and urging Paul on. Of course he had. He liked it, the attention. The feeling of hungry, lustful eyes on him. The power and rush that came from it. He had unashamedly wagged his tail in front of Paul, enjoying his one-sided crush, and had then been surprised when the other man lost it and went for it. “Freddie love, please?” Roger managed to remove Freddie’s face from himself and gently pushed him back. His concerned, worried eyes clashed with the blood still splattered over the collar of his shirt, the blood spread over his knuckles. “What’s going on?”And here Freddie had not one, not two but three perfect, beautiful boyfriends, soulmates, who were worried about him and looked out for him and loved him. Even when he behaved like this. And Paul had nothing. Not a bloody thing. Freddie had just ruined his life. Sure, Paul was an asshole who didn’t take a no for a no, but Freddie was the cruel siren, that led people to their demise.“It’s not fair.” Freddie snarled, clutching at the material of Roger’s shirt and tugging it up over his head. He wanted it gone, all that blood. The proof of his failure. “What,” Roger sputtered, confused as Freddie yanked the top off of him. “Fred, calm down. What are you talking about?”The fury roared in Freddie’s veins and he needed it out. “It’s all my fault!” He screamed, making Roger jump back slightly. “Why the fuck do you even put up with me what is wrong with me, what the fuck is wrong with you?” God, how he wanted Roger to yell back, to be angry with him, to hit him. To punish him.“I… No,” Roger shook his head, “It’s not your fault Fred, god how can you believe that? It was hi…”“It was!” For once Freddie wanted the violent, ugly side of his boyfriend, why couldn’t he just give it to him? “I flirt, I’m a tease, I lead him on. You told me to stop and I didn’t listen!”Roger stubbornly shook his head, jaw set. Fuck he was so frustrating. “You didn’t! You were just being the usual friendly you.” His eyes flashed dangerously. “Freddie, he would have raped you. Nothing can excuse that.”Freddie didn’t care to listen anymore. If Roger wasn’t going to hit him, then he could at least fuck him hard. Make him forget. Make him hurt. Freddie needed some kind of outlet for the frustration and guilt that was eating him up from the inside. “Fuck me.”Roger’s eyes widened before narrowing in a frown. “Is this one of your punishment fuck ideas again? Bloody hell Fred,” he started to look angry, so maybe they were going in the right direction after all. “I’ve told you before, I don’t want to do that to you. You haven’t done anything wrong.”Why didn’t he get it? Freddie didn’t care if he’d actually done something wrong or not, he felt like he had and needed to be punished in some way, to be set right, to be able to get over this terrible feeling, to move on. Fuck. Why did it have to be Roger here, he was sure both John and Brian would have understood. Actually, Roger should understand too. He wanted rough sex to get over his frustration too, sometimes. It was just the punishment part that differed.“Roger, please.” He clenched his teeth, hands running down his boyfriend’s bare back to settle on his ass. “I need it.” He pushed Roger’s hips up against his own, the corner of his lips quirking up when there was an answering hardness in the blonde’s jeans. “You need it.” He ground up hard against Roger, making him gasp. “All that adrenaline, all that violence and anger burning inside. It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?”Roger shook his head again, eyes closing. He was breathing hard and Freddie knew that he was close to getting what he wanted. It might be unfair of him to use Roger’s temper and adrenaline fueled erection against him but the blonde left him no choice.He crashed his lips against Roger’s and moved one hand from his ass to the back of his head, pulling him close. Roger huffed against him, hands going up to Freddie’s shoulders. He was probably going to push him away, but Freddie arched his hips up and slipped his tongue inside Roger’s mouth and the blonde moaned. His fingers tightened on Freddie’s shoulders as he gave in and kissed back.The burn in Freddie’s gut flared up and he abruptly stood from the couch, bringing Roger with him. The drummer yelped and wrapped his legs around Freddie, mouth hungrily devouring the singer’s. Freddie grunted at the other man’s weight and placed his hands under Roger’s ass, supporting him. He wished he had Brian’s length and strength, in that case he could just push his finally responsive boyfriend up against the wall and hold him there til Roger agreed to fuck him. Instead he took a few stumbling steps over to the kitchen counter and dumped Roger on it, stepping between his thighs to not break their kiss.The blonde bit down on Freddie’s bottom lip roughly and the satisfying tendrils of pain shooting down Freddie’s spine made him shiver. He wanted more of that. Sweet, sweet pain to chase the overwhelming guilt away.“Come on darling,” he panted against Roger’s lips, hands tight on his hips. “Let go.” Hurt me.“Freddie? Rog?” Brian’s voice was careful and a touch bemused.Freddie groaned when Roger pulled away from the kiss, and stubbornly stayed between his boyfriend’s spread thighs. Of course the others would come back just when things got good. Of course maybe they could make things even better… Both John and Brian, mostly John, were better at the whole punishment business than Roger was. Well, the painful kind at least.“Babe?” John appeared next to them, placing a warm hand on Freddie’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”Rolling his eyes, Freddie grinded his hips into Roger’s again, making the drummer groan and tilt his head back. Yeah, Freddie had left one hell of a bruise on his throat. “Freddie.” John’s fingers gripped Freddie’s jaw and turned his head to face him. “Talk to me.”His green eyes were calm and kind. Freddie could also feel Brian’s gaze boring into his head, together with Roger’s. He licked his lips. “I need to get fucked. I want to get punished in some way.” He stared into John’s eyes, urging him to get it. “Because I feel like this is my fault and I can’t make that feeling go away without your help.”“But Fred…” Roger started, voice throaty and upset.John hushed him gently, eyes studying Freddie’s expression closely. Then he smiled, just a small, understanding if a bit sad, tilt of his lips. “Alright.”Thank god for John. “Thank you,” Freddie whispered, leaning in to kiss John. “We’ll do it,” Brian murmured, suddenly pressed up against Freddie’s back, pressing him tighter against Roger. “But then we’re going to have a chat, alright love?” Freddie felt his hair being pulled aside and the press of wet lips against his neck. He whimpered against John’s lips and managed a small nod.John stroked his cheek and pulled away, stepping back. Freddie turned his face back to Roger. They were mere inches apart and the blonde was pouting, looking unhappy. “You don’t have to stay if it makes you uncomfortable.” Freddie muttered, breath catching in his throat when Brian sucked a mark behind his ear. Roger looked more upset at that and shook his head again. “Of course I’m staying. If it’s what you really want then I want to help.” Freddie knew that Roger wasn’t particularly fond of using rough sex to cope with serious situations. He enjoyed the punishments and the spanking when it was for fun, just an exciting part of the play. He enjoyed the roughness if emotions were running high and they were irritated about stupid things. But not that much when someone was really feeling bad. Because he didn’t understand. John understood. He might not want to be punished like Freddie did, but sex could act like a morale booster for him, making him more confident and secure when he was feeling down. Brian could also need sex sometimes to get away from the dark, heavy weight of his thoughts. The both of them knew that sometimes things weren’t logical and that sometimes sex, even rough and painful sex, could work as a way to get out of the mist.Still, Roger always stayed around for it. “Thank you beautiful,” Freddie murmured and kissed Roger’s cheek.Roger smiled and pressed his lips to Freddie’s briefly. “Adorable.” Brian teased, clever fingers working on the button and zipper of Freddie’s jeans.“Too adorable,” came John’s cool voice. He was using that tone of voice and Freddie was already shivering in excitement. God, he was finally going to get to escape. “Strip him.”Brian roughly yanked down Freddie’s velvet trousers and Roger, a bit gentler, tugged his shirt off. He was soon left naked, trapped between his mostly clothed boyfriends. Brian stepped back, leaving his back and ass exposed.“You want a spanking Fred?” John asked, keeping his distance.“Yes.” Freddie nodded eagerly, trying to turn to look at the other two. Roger stopped him, hands tight in Freddie’s hair. “Yes what?” Brian’s voice was silky smooth.Freddie licked his lips. It was hard for him. To give up that last ounce of control. But it was always satisfying when he managed it. And right now he needed to give away all control. To have his boyfriends treat him as they saw fit. “Yes sir.”“Good boy,” John continued. “Do you deserve to get what you want?”“No… No I don’t,” Freddie winced, feeling ashamed of himself. “But I deserve to be punished, because I’ve been bad.”Roger’s fingers traced down his cheeks, over his throat.“That is true,” John chuckled, stepping closer. “Smart.” He grabbed Freddie’s hips and pulled them back. “Bend over and spread your legs. You can rest your head on Roger’s lap, if he allows it.”Freddie swallowed and spread his legs, bending down. He kept his hands on the counter, on either side of Roger’s hips, to support himself. He looked up at Roger questioningly and the blonde nodded and pushed his head down, so his cheek rested against Roger’s upper thigh. The denim was rough against Freddie’s skin and Roger was too skinny to work well as padding, but at least he was warm.“We’re going to give you twenty. Ten from Brian and ten from me.”Brian’s slender fingers ran teasingly over Freddie’s buttocks and he groaned and nodded impatiently. “What’s the words Fred?” The guitarist asked, hands palming Freddie’s cheeks roughly.“Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for continue.” Freddie rambled. Brian hummed and gave him a last hard squeeze before pulling back. “Good.”Nothing happened for a moment, and Freddie held his breath, pulse pounding in his ears. Then Brian’s hand came down hard on his left cheek, letting out a loud smack and leaving Freddie’s skin stinging. He gasped. The younger man continued to rain slaps over Freddie’s ass, each one hard and precise. Brian was not holding back tonight and Freddie was letting out pained groans and yelps with every hit. His ass ached and stung and it felt so good he was dizzy with it. Tears leaked from his eyes and by the time Brian delivered the last smack, he was sobbing into Roger’s jeans. Brian gave him a last gentle love tap before stepping back. John came up behind him, his clothed thigh pressed up against the back of Freddie’s naked one. “We’re not done. Ten more.”“Y..yes sir,” Freddie managed to whimper. The burning pain in his ass was grounding, was safe and certain. Ten more was going to really hurt. John wasn’t exactly gentler than Brian. He couldn’t wait.John’s hand came crashing down, almost shoving Freddie’s hips forward with the force of the blow. He choked on a sob, pain flashing bright and red through his body and mind. Another smack landed and he hollered, body trying to twist away from the abuse.“Rog.” John said and Roger’s arms came down over Freddie’s shivering back, holding him still against his lap.The next three slaps were a bit lighter, but came down in a quick succession, forcing the air out of Freddie’s lungs. He gasped and arched pitifully, trying to both get away from and closer to that sweet, sweet agony. His world was reduced to the burning, stinging pain, his own pounding heart and the strain of his trembling muscles. There was nothing else.“Colour babe?” John’s rough fingertips slid over his ass cheeks and dipped briefly into his crack.Well, there were his three beautiful boyfriends. John’s fingers on him, Roger’s pulse against his cheek, Brian’s slightly sped up breathing from behind. “Green.”He leant and relaxed into the next couple of hits from John’s hand, letting the warm, engulfing pain purge the shame, the guilt, the rage. He was distantly aware of crying unattractively, snot and tears all over his face. Roger’s hands ran gently over his sweaty back, a sharp contrast to John’s harsh slaps.The last and twentieth slap was delivered with a ringing thwack and Freddie let out an exhausted whine, hiccuping when John put a firm hand on his tailbone. “Why are you being punished?”“My fault…” “Be clear.” John warned, pressing his fingers into the heated skin of Freddie’s ass and making him gasp.Freddie licked his lips and took a shaky breath. “I’m too flirty. I liked the attention from Paul, before tonight. I didn’t listen to you when you warned me. I’m playing with fire when I already have all I need and want.”“And what is that?” Brian asked gently.“You three. The band. Our life together.” He sniffed, nose a bit raw from having been rubbed against the rough denim. “I’m sorry.”John patted him on the hip and Freddie could hear the smile in his voice when he said. “Good. We forgive you.”Roger hummed quietly, fingers stroking messy strands away from Freddie’s face before gliding up to his scalp, gently pressing and rubbing.“However, we’re not done with you yet.” John moved to his side, hand still on his hip. “A flirty, teasing slut like yourself needs to remember who he belongs to.”A wet, long finger was pushed into him without warning and Freddie moaned loudly. He tried to move his hips back but John held him still. The finger in him pressed deep, stroking his insides. It was Brian’s. “We’re going to fuck you,” John continued, hand reaching under Freddie to yank roughly at his cock as Brian added a finger, twisting them inside Freddie’s ass. “All of us. And you’re not coming until we’re satisfied.” Brian pushed lightly at his prostate and John pressed his nail to his slit. “Understood?”The sudden pleasure after all pain made Freddie shudder. “Yes.”Brian’s movements were a bit on the rough side as he twisted and spread his fingers, stretching Freddie out a bit too fast to be comfortable. John’s fingers were pressing bruises into his hip from where he was keeping him still and Freddie could only dig his nails into the wood of the counter and breathe. His ass hurt good and the feeling of being held down and at his boyfriends’ mercy made his cock twitch in John’s hand.After a few deep thrusts and twists with his long fingers, Brian pulled out. There were some rustling behind him and John’s hands disappeared from his hip and cock.“Freddie?” Roger’s voice was soft, fingers combing through his hair. “You okay?”Freddie huffed but smiled, and pushed his face further up Roger’s leg until he was mashed against his crotch, breathing hot and damp over his boyfriend’s erection. “I’m fine dear, stop worrying.” He mouthed at the shaft through the denim and Roger gasped, hands tugging on Freddie’s hair.There was another sharp slap to his aching rear and Freddie yelped.“I know you’re eager to be filled up from both sides but where are your manners?” John’s voice was gruff. Ugh. Freddie hated to beg. But he really wanted Roger’s dick in his mouth and the tight grip on his hair told him he’d not get anywhere close to what he wanted if he didn’t ask. “Please darling, let me suck your cock?” He whined, nuzzling against the bulge.“I’m not in charge,” Roger said before groaning softly. John had pressed himself up against the counter on their side, thigh flush against Roger’s. Freddie desperately wanted to look up and see what his two boyfriends were doing but the strong hands in his hair kept him down.“Please sir,” Freddie tried again, breath hitching in his throat when Brian spread his legs wider apart. “Let me suck his cock?”The soft, wet sounds above him paused for a moment and John hummed proudly. “Go ahead babe.”Roger’s hands let go of Freddie’s head and he was allowed to push himself up on his trembling arms as Roger reached for his zipper and lifted his hips, worming the tight material down just past his cock.Brian seemed to have tired of waiting, for the next second he pressed his cock up against Freddie’s hole and pushed, the head of his cock slowly spreading Freddie open as he worked himself inside. “Oh god, Bri,” Freddie whimpered, eyes falling shut as the guitarist moaned and slid steadily all the way in, until his sharp hip bones were flush against Freddie’s stinging buttocks. He was barely given a second to get used to Brian filling him up before the other man pulled back and shoved in again. The taller man, probably fueled by his own frustration, slammed into Freddie, just looking for his own pleasure.Freddie felt used, body rocking with the force of Brian’s thrusts, arms trembling. He loved it. It got even better when Roger groaned, fisted a hand in Freddie’s hair and pulled him down to his cock.Spreading his lips wide around the head of Roger’s dick, Freddie let himself be pushed down, taking Roger in until he poked at the back of his throat, while Brian pounded him from behind. The guitarist brushed over his prostate and Freddie moaned shakily around Roger, making him whimper and buck up against him. Freddie attempted to relax his throat and sucked as best as he could, steadying himself against Brian’s thrusts with his hands on the counter.“Mm that’s just how you like it huh babe?” John hummed, still pressed up against Roger. “Filled up from both sides... “Roger whined as Freddie swallowed around him, his grip loosening on Freddie’s hair. Which allowed for Freddie to start bobbing his head up and down, sucking noisily and teasing his tongue over the head when he pulled up. Brian was moaning loudly behind him, hips rough against Freddie’s tender ass. He was getting irregular in his pace, chasing his relief. Freddie was surrounded on all sides, filled up and owned by his boyfriends. His cock was aching between his legs and he wanted to touch himself so badly. But he didn’t. Instead he kept sliding his lips up and down Roger and braced himself against Brian, just taking what he was given.“Come in him Bri, fill him up and make him dirty. Want to see your pretty come drip from his slutty ass.” John purred and Brian gasped brokenly, hips stuttering against Freddie, cock grinding roughly inside of him as the guitarist followed their youngest boyfriend’s orders and came deep within Freddie.Fucking hell, Freddie was so hard he couldn’t feel his toes. Or maybe that was from the taxing, straining position of his body, the roar of blood in his ears, the taste of precome on his tongue or the consuming, blazing arousal, setting fire to his every nerve cell.“Look at that,” John had moved over to Brian, hands spreading Freddie’s flushed cheeks open as the guitarist pulled out with a shaky sigh. “So beautiful Fred, with Bri’s come starting to leak out from you.”Freddie whined loudly around Roger and clenched down when a finger, he was too gone to know who’s, trailed between his cheeks and dipped into his fluttering opening.“All ours babe.” John was behind him now, cock pushing up against him when the finger retreated. “I’m going to fuck you now. So hard you’ll forget everything but how much you love getting pounded.” Freddie’s hips were pulled further back, the tip of John’s cock just pressing inside him. “Colour?”Freddie pulled off Roger with a slurp, rolling his hips back against John, trying to take him deeper. “Green, god so much green.”John grunted and sheathed himself in Freddie with one quick thrust and Freddie almost screamed, head falling onto Roger’s thigh again, unable to keep himself upright.“So beautiful like this Fred,” Brian murmured, and long, chilly fingers wrapped loosely around his leaking cock. “Just let go, let us have you.”John’s aim was impeccable as always and he fucked hard into Freddie’s prostate, making him see stars. That coupled with Brian’s teasing fingers over his cock made him sob almost hysterically into Roger’s jeans. He needed to come so bad, he was losing it.Just when he thought he might be able to, Brian let go off his dick. Freddie was left hanging, so close, so terribly close to reach that amazing place. “You can come after all of us,” John panted, hands tight on Freddie’s trembling hips as he continued his quick, hard pace. Freddie wasn’t sure he could survive John’s stamina right now. And he still had Roger left too… Tears slipping down his cheeks he pathetically tried to mouth at Roger’s dick, arms shaking badly as he tried to push himself up again.Roger made a soft noise and gently pressed him down again, slipping one hand under Freddie’s face and letting him rest his cheek against his palm instead of against Roger’s bunched jeans. “You’re doing so good love. Just a little more. So good for us.” Roger’s soothing voice and his warm hand against Freddie’s skin made him calm down a bit. He took a shaky breath and closed his eyes. He barely felt like a person anymore, body one aching, tightly strung, burning entity. He didn’t know for sure where John and Roger started and he stopped. “We love you so much.”His shaking body was shoved forward roughly when John started going even harder. “You’re being too soft on him…” The bassist’s sure, safe hands around his hips was the only thing keeping Freddie from falling to his knees.“Oh sod off Deaky.” Roger’s free hand ran gently through his sweaty hair. John chuckled breathily, grinding hard up against Freddie’s prostate again. More tears ran down his face and god how he wished he could come without a hand on his dick.“Colour Fred?” Freddie didn’t even register who asked the question, but he knew he had to answer, and fast, before this terrible, wonderful purgatory was taken away from him. He needed to reach the heavens. “Green.” His lips felt numb and swollen and he had to fight to make them do as he wished.“I’m close babe, you’re so good, so tight and hot around me.” That was John’s voice, rough and deep. Freddie tried to say something back but ended up just moaning helplessly as John fucked into him, precise thrusts turning jerky as he neared his climax. John let out a content groan and Freddie could feel wet hotness filling him up even more, leaking out when the younger man pulled out. He was sodden on the inside, filled to the brim with the proof of his boyfriends’ love. Two of his boyfriends’. He whined weakly and mouthed at Roger’s hand.“You’re so good to us babe,” John’s voice was sluggish now, slow and drowzy as it always got after a good orgasm. Freddie felt hands stroke his hips comfortingly. “Only one to go.” Roger carefully shook his shoulders. “Are you sure you want to Fred? Can you even get up?”Freddie scoffed, insulted. His mind was a bit clearer now with no cock slamming away at his insides. He ached all over and was wet between his thighs were Brian’s and John’s come was leaking out of him. His balls felt like they were going to explode. But fuck if he wasn’t going to take all his boyfriends had to give him. He wanted all of them. Needed all of them.So, on screaming, fatigued arms Freddie pushed himself off Roger’s lap and looked up at him. “Fuck me Blondie.” Roger was a bit blurry since Freddie’s eyes were wet and teary, but he could still make out the warm smile lighting up his boyfriend’s face.“You asked for it.” Roger shuffled back and pulled his legs out from under Freddie in a maneuver that would have impressed him if he’d had the brain power to process it. The blonde jumped off the counter and Freddie was suddenly very lonely and cold, it was only him and the hard wood. At least until John and Brian came up to him on either side, hands running down his trembling arms, through his messy hair and over his sweaty back.A warm, wet tongue crept up his thigh, licking up the come left behind. Freddie gritted his teeth, knuckles white with the grip he had on the counter. Roger hummed quietly and licked him clean, lips and tongue travelling all over his inner thighs all the way up to his swollen hole. A kiss was pressed to each of his smarting cheeks and then there was a short pause.“Come on Rog,” Brian admonished, trying to steady Freddie’s shaking body with his. “Poor thing can barely stand up.”Roger huffed and Freddie jumped in surprise when two lubed up fingers were slipped into him easily. His opening was raw and it felt good with the smooth, cool lube. Roger quickly spread the lube, then retracted his fingers. “Alright love.” He was spread open again and Roger pushed inside. The glide was easy and smooth, Freddie spread open and loose from use and with lots of lube and come easing the way. It was overwhelming, Freddie was so sensitive and horny that each stroke of Roger’s cock in him felt electric.“Aah god, you’re so wet baby,” Roger sounded awed, hips rolling fluidly into Freddie, brushing over his prostate. Freddie whimpered weakly and hung his head, tiredly trying to move his hips back against his boyfriend’s. Brian had an arm around his waist and was nuzzling his hair and John was stroking his side. Freddie’s whimpers got higher and louder, each time Roger thrust into him. The drummer wasn’t going either very deep or very hard, probably trying to go easy on Freddie’s tender insides, but he aimed flawlessly right into Freddie’s prostate every time. He was clenching desperately around Roger, again so close to his orgasm that he felt like he was going to combust on the spot if he didn’t get to come soon. “P...please,” he sobbed, shaking all over.Roger started going harder, pounding into Freddie’s spot and making him howl. Then the blonde reached under him and curled his fingers tightly around Freddie’s cock. “Come for us Fred.” He rasped, fingers stroking over Freddie’s flushed, aching shaft.“So good love, let go.” Brian murmured into his ear, breath hot on his sensitive skin.“Ours Freddie. Only ours.” John growled, reaching back to give Freddie a last slap on his rear, as Roger grinded into him and pumped his cock.Freddie’s eyes rolled back and he came shrieking, hips bucking wildly between Roger’s hand and hips. His brain short circuited, body flaring up with burst after burst of exhilarating pleasure. The only reason he didn’t face plant into the counter was John’s and Brian’s arms embracing him and holding him up.He rode the waves of his orgasm for what felt like forever, body spasming. When it finally stopped he suddenly became very conscious of everything at once. He was barely keeping himself upright even with John’s and Brian’s help, he was drenched in sweat and his thighs, ass and arms were screaming. Roger felt like hot iron inside him, too much to handle for his poor oversentized, raw nerves.“Too much,” he gasped out and Roger immediately pulled out. The blonde wrapped a hand around himself and jerked himself to climax, moaning and coming all over Freddie’s flushed ass. And with that, Freddie had successfully both gotten his punishment, his sweet release and had made his three boyfriends’ come.Blurrily, he let himself be coddled and kissed, his boyfriends helping him away from the damn counter and to the bathroom. They all helped clean and showering him, and each other, never stopping the constant stream of comforting, loving words.Barely half an hour later Freddie was stretched out on his bed like a king, head resting against Brian’s chest. He was still naked, Roger sitting further down on the bed and massaging Freddie’s aching thighs with a lovely perfumed oil the singer had brought from home. John was curled up against Brian’s side, feeding Freddie grapes. Brian’s fingers were gently running through Freddie’s hair and working out any remaining knots. Life was good. A bit too good to be true actually, since they hadn’t made him talk yet… “We fired Prenter,” Brian said, hands never stopping their movements. “And told him to stay away for good.”Freddie raised one eyebrow. “And he’ll listen to that?”“Oh he’ll listen.” John hummed, popping another grape into Freddie’s mouth when he opened it to ask why.Rolling his eyes, Freddie chewed at the juicy fruit and then moaned when Roger pressed his fingers into an especially sore spot.“You ready to talk love?” Brian wrapped his arms around Freddie’s waist lightly and Roger stopped the massage, kneeling by Freddie’s legs, looking inquisitive.Well, he guessed he couldn’t put it off for longer. He felt refreshed and calmer after the sex. And he was back in his head again. Even if he’d temporarily lost himself during the spanking and fucking, his mind was now clear. Much clearer than it had been for quite some time. That didn’t mean that he still didn’t have any regrets though. He pouted and lifted his leg petulantly. “Only if Rog keeps it up.”“Your wish is my command, your majesty.” Roger said in a ridiculous voice and pretended to bow, making John and Freddie chuckle at his antics. Brian only sighed as Roger grinned and started kneading Freddie’s muscles again.“That’d be something,” Freddie said dreamily, motioning for John to give him another grape. “King Mercury surrounded and spoilt by his three gorgeous slaves.” He tugged at the material of Brian’s pajamas pants and frowned. “You’re wearing too much though… As my pleasure slaves you’d only be allowed to wear jewels and silk.”Roger laughed and kissed his knee while John scowled and ate the next grape himself. “Good try Fred,” Brian said wryly, “but you’re still not getting out of talking.”“Was worth a try,” Freddie smiled and squeezed Brian’s thigh briefly. “I don’t really have more to say then what I’ve already told you.” He sighed deeply, sombering up. “I feel like what happened tonight could have been avoided if I’d acted differently.”Brian hummed in understanding and John nodded. Roger didn’t look up from his massage. “That’s probably true.” Brian said, “if you hadn’t been a welcoming, kind person then what happened tonight might not have happened, no.”“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” Freddie shook his head. “I did flirt with him, maybe not lead him on as he said, but I definitely flirted a bit. I… I don’t know why. Why I always keep doing that. It just gives me such a rush, to see people desire me. To succumb to me.” He bit his lip. “And it’s just the rush I want. I don’t want anyone else like that anymore, I only really do want you three. That is the truth, I promise.”John kissed his cheek and gave him another grape. “Well, I’m really glad to hear that.”“So am I,” Brian said warmly and Roger nodded in unison. “As for the flirting with others bit… I’m not going to lie, it doesn’t exactly make me happy. But, it’s part of your personality. Part of your warm, cheerful, exuberant self. And I wouldn’t want to change that about you, never.”Freddie nodded, feeling hot tears start to gather in the corner of his eyes. God he was so weak with mushy stuff. Roger pressed his fingers into his tender calf and Freddie yelped.“Sorry,” the blonde said sheepishly, putting less pressure on the sore muscle. John fed Freddie the last grape and rubbed a warm, calloused thumb under his eye, catching the escaping tear. “I agree with Bri. I don’t think you need to change anything, you’re perfect as you are. But,” he poked lightly at Freddie’s cheek, “maybe try to listen to us a bit more when we try to warn you? You always see the best in people, which is a beautiful thing, but it also makes you easy to take advantage of.”“Yeah… I’ll keep that in mind,” Freddie mumbled, cheeks heating up. It was embarrassing to be chided by his youngest boyfriend, who was five years his junior. But, he was aware of that he was quite easy to fool and often got caught up with the wrong crowd. “And I’ll do try to flirt less, for all our sakes.”“Does that mean I have to flirt less too?” Roger tilted his head, eyes falsely innocent. “Yes.” Brian answered, voice cool. John nodded. “Absolutely.”“Sorry darling,” Freddie grinned when Roger scrunched his nose up. “And thank you,” he kicked his legs lightly. “I can almost feel them again, absolutely marvellous work my dear. Now come up here.”Roger did a thumbs up and crawled up the bed to cuddle up in John’s lap, one hand reaching out to take Freddie’s. “Still,” he huffed, pushing at John with his head until the bassist gave up and wrapped one arm around him. “What that asshole did was completely on him. A little bit of flirting can never excuse that kind of bullshit. I’m so glad we found you when we did.” “Thank god we did.” Brian tightened his arms around Freddie. His voice trembled a bit and Freddie’s heart ached. He hated that he’d worried his boyfriends so bad, once again.John wrapped his free arm around Brian’s shoulders and pulled him and Freddie closer. “Agreed. To all. It wasn’t your flirting that was the issue Fred, he flirted with us too.” He said drily. “He even slapped me on the butt once.”There was a beat of silence and then Roger started to giggle.“Is that funny to you?” John raised an eyebrow and pinched the drummer’s side making him jump.“Ah no… Now I’m even more pleased that I got to make mince of his ugly mug, it’s just… I can picture the expression you must have made when he did it.” Roger tried to keep his voice steady but burst out in throaty peals of laughter again. John only rolled his eyes and swatted him on the hip.Freddie could picture it too. He wished he could have seen the retribution Paul certainly would have suffered from their quiet, not-as-shy-as-you’d-think bassist. “You’re all ridiculous,” Brian smiled into Freddie’s hair, relaxing into John’s side and clutching the singer tight to his chest. “But I’m relieved we’re all better now. Because we are, aren’t we?” He asked, giving Freddie another squeeze.“We definitely are.” Freddie grinned, purring happily when Roger reached down to pull the blanket over them. “Thank you. For being the best. And for that very very good pounding.”John grinned at him. “It was really hot, wasn’t it?”“It was… But next time I think I’d prefer somewhere more comfortable… that damn counter wasn’t the most pleasant piece of furniture to be fucked against.”Roger groaned. “You tell me… I still can’t feel my ass after sitting on it for so long.”“Next time we’ll lovingly gangbang you in a bed Fred, promise.” Brian yawned, making the rest of them laugh.Freddie’s ass still hurt, both in and out. Hell, his whole body was exhausted and achy. But he was warm, clean and surrounded on all sides of the loves of his life. He was loved and safe. He was accepted for who he was. He was never alone. And he’d be damned if he’d let anything else bad happen to him, to any of them, ever again. He smiled.“So about this whole king-slave thing, wouldn’t that be a lovely scene darlings? I can just imagine Bri dear in some dashing red silk, what a blessed sight that would make!”