Ziggy Promises...

Set after Episode 3 of Power Rangers RPM



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Chapter 3

Man and Wash Machine





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“It’s not fair,” Ziggy complained to Summer as the Ranger Yellow guided him



through The Garage to the Laundry Room, carrying a basket with his and Dillon’s



dirty clothes. “In fact, it’s the opposite of fair,” he mumbled to himself. “I



already cleaned the whole building with a toothbrush!”



“And you did a terrific job,” smiled Summer to him. “Anyway, we’re here,” she



said as she opened a door, leading Ziggy inside.



Ziggy was in awe when he entered the laundry room, as he had never seen



something so white and with so many machines.



“Yeah,” said Summer as she closed the door. “Don’t worry. Doctor K is such a



neat freak. Every machine is numbered for one of us…which is kinda weird, but I



don’t get my clothes mixed with the guys so I don’t complain. I guess you can



use the one for green since we don’t have a Ranger Green yet,“ explained Summer



as she showed Ziggy each machine. “And don’t worry about cussing or criticizing



Doctor K. This place isn’t on surveillance. It’s spandex!” Nothing happened.



“See?” She said, smiling to Ziggy. “Oh, and you don’t have to worry about my



clothes. I already did them,” she added, grabbing a basket with a bunch of



yellow clothes. “If you need anything, I’ll be in my room. See you.” Without



waiting for an answer, Summer left the room, leaving a still impressed Ziggy



there.



He unloaded the basket he was holding, and noticed someone had done something



similar, as a big pile of clothes was tossed on the ground. “Scott” murmured



him, as he noticed the red clothes, with some whites, blacks and crimsons added



for good measure.



“This sucks,” Ziggy muttered as he looked down on the pile. His own had barely



10 items while Scott’s was a lot more. And Summer was even bigger, so he was



grateful that Summer had done her own laundry.



He dropped his basket to the ground looking mortified. “It’s not fair.” He said



again, but with a different tone of voice. Sadness. “First, I tried to steal his



car and even with that, he took me under his wing. He saved me from those dudes



at prison.” He said to no one in particular, tossing some of Scott’s clothes on



the machine labeled with a '1'.



“Then he asked for my freedom. I would still be in jail if it wasn’t for him.



Okay, I’m exaggerating. Those people would have killed me by now. I owe him BIG



time, and how do I pay him? He spends half his money to buy me stuff. It’s not



fair. He would have nicer things if he hadn’t met me. Maybe even a better car.”



He let himself fall on the floor, sitting down and looking down at the pile of



clothes. “It’s not fair. I hate being such a dead weight to him.”



A hand then rested on his shoulder, and he quickly turned around, almost jumping



at the sudden contact. He was half disappointed to see it was not Dillon, but



Flynn, and then the realization came to him.



“Flynn…huh…how much…“ He started with his voice a little broken, but quickly



cleared his throat, composing himself slightly. “How much did you hear?”



“C’mon, you’re not dead weight to Dillon,” said Flynn in his thick Scottish



accent, smiling. “I mean, maybe you’re not ranger material but you’re a good



guy, and if Dillon wants to have you around, it has to be because he likes you…



or to torture us.” Flynn grinned, obviously joking. Ziggy smiled as well.



“Thanks, Flynn. Really. So, are you here to give me your load?”



“Whoa, wait a minute. I thought that was Dillon’s job.” Flynn walked backwards



with his hands in the air, Ziggy’s eyes widened in panic.



“Wait, what? We’re not...I mean, he’s only…I mean…what?” Ziggy muttered



nervously enough for Flynn to raise an eyebrow. To Ziggy’s relief, Ranger Blue



started laughing and approached him again, tossing an arm around his shoulders.



“Relax, buddy. I’m only joking! I didn’t mean to get you all freaked out. C’mon.



If you don’t tell Doctor K, I’ll help you finish.”



“Oh…okay,” replied Ziggy, still shaken by the thought of being busted. “Thanks.”



Flynn started loading the wash machine with the number ‘2’ on it while Ziggy



sorted some of Scott’s clothes. He giggled when he took a tiny piece of fabric



thinking it was a sock, but quickly discovered his mistake after realizing it



was a red g-string. He couldn’t help but imagine Scott in nothing more than that



tiny piece of cloth. His cock started to react. He and Dillon hadn’t had any



kind of contact, let alone sex, by fear of being discovered by Doctor K. Dillon



couldn’t care less; but they both knew that he didn’t particularly like Ziggy,



and wouldn’t hesitate to throw him at the first opportunity.



Ziggy looked at his surroundings, trying to look at a camera or something. If



what Summer had said was true, he and Dillon could have some fun in the laundry



room. Maybe he could even convince Dillon to bottom for him. He snapped out of



his daydream realizing he had a notable erection thanks to his boxers and skinny



jeans, and even worse, he still had Scott’s g-string on his hands. He quickly



turned around to look at Flynn who, fortunately for him, hadn’t noticed anything



as he was finished putting his stuff in the machine. Unfortunately, he was



taking off his shirt and Ziggy’s mouth opened wide at the sight of his muscled



back.



“What…what are you doing?” Ziggy asked with a squeaky voice, not noticing how



nervous he was. Flynn turned around showing his impressive, toned and hairy



chest. He took off his shoes and unbuckled his pants.



“It’s a waste of time if I don’t wash this now, isn’t it?” He said as he



unzipped his pants and slid them off, putting them in the washing machine. “It



will be dirty until next laundry day.”



Ziggy was speechless, which made Flynn raise an eyebrow, standing there in just



a tiny pair of blue boxer briefs. He then saw what Ziggy had in his hand, and



bended to reach it, taking it out of Ziggy’s hands.



“Oh, I see. HA!” he said, twirling the tiny piece of cloth on his index finger.



“I was shocked the first time I had laundry duty, too. Never would had guessed



Scott had these tastes,“ he said, laughing and tossing the g-string in the ‘1’



machine. Flynn then grabbed a blue towel from the shelf, and took off the last



piece of clothing he had on himself, getting completely naked. Ziggy, still in



shock, admired his perfect ass. However, he covered himself in the towel before



announcing he was going to take a shower and continue helping him after that.



Ziggy sighed, snapping from Naked Scotsman’s Land and realizing he had a huge



boner, and that if Flynn had gotten completely naked in the room without any



reserve, then it meant that what Summer said earlier was true: the laundry room



was the perfect place to get nasty with Dillon.



But, that would have to wait as Dillon had been out since this morning, and it



would look really suspicious if he went out and took him inside. He then got a



brilliant idea, and realized that, since he had so few clothes, no one would



complain if he did like Flynn and washed everything at once. So, he awkwardly



took off his over shirt and shirt, feeling a little thankful that Flynn wasn’t



there anymore as his body was nowhere near as good looking as the Scotsman’s. As



he looked awkwardly at his hairless and lean torso, he chuckled, wondering how



he got a hot guy like Dillon.



Taking off his shoes and pants, he looked at his huge froggy boxers, wondering



if Dillon would buy him sexier underwear like his black bikinis, or even little



boxer shorts like Flynn's. He wasn’t ready for something like the G-string,



though.



Ziggy started to think back at the first time he saw Dillon, and how he



immediately wanted to go with that guy anywhere, even if that meant going back



to Corinth. He shrugged as the thought got his mind to remember how much he had



enjoyed giving his first blow job to Dillon, even if he didn't know his name at



that time.



He grabbed his now erect cock, remembering how great it had felt licking



Dillon’s member for the first time, the sweet and salty flavor and how warm it



felt in his mouth. He remembered the taste of precum mixed with his own saliva,



and how greedy he had been slurping it, wanting to taste the real thing. His



other hand was caressing hairless chest, teasing his tiny nipples, flicking



them, going up and down.



He remembered the little jolts he felt when he put the member in his mouth, and



how it pulsated inside it, how Dillon had given him his seed, which he swallowed



wholly. He then recalled his first time. Again, it had been with Dillon, who had



fingered him nice and good. Enjoying the memory, his free hand traveled from his



chest to his lower back, going inside his huge boxers, teasing his puckered



hole.



“Di-llon.” Ziggy moaned, lost in his memory of fantasy as he had pressed his



finger against his hole, easing it into the first knuckle.



“Yes?”



Ziggy jumped after hearing the voice, taking his hands out of his boxers and



falling flat on his ass. He blinked twice, speechless. Dillon was looking at him



with a huge grin.



“What? How did you…? Since when…?” Dillon said nothing to the confused Ziggy,



but picked him up easily and seated him above a wash machine.



“I liked what you were doing,” replied Dillon, grinning. “I didn’t want you to



stop,” he added, kissing Ziggy on the forehead.



“What? Really?” Ziggy asked with a blush. “But…I’m not sexy like you.” Dillon's



grin grew as he started to say something, but was cut by Ziggy’s next line: “or



Flynn.”



“Flynn?” Dillon asked raising an eyebrow, slightly jealous.



“Yeah…he…took off his clothes here…and then...”



“And then?” asked Dillon impatient.



“He went to shower” was Ziggy’s anticlimactic answer. Dillon sighed, and then



noticed Ziggy’s bulge in his boxers.



“And he left you hot and bothered, huh?”



“Yes…I mean, no…I was thinking about you,” said Ziggy in a barely audible voice,



turning his head from Dillon who was surprised at Ziggy’s honesty. “About my…our



first time,” he muttered.



Dillon took Ziggy’s chin and, forcing him to look into his eyes, kissed him



gently on the lips, surprising Ziggy.



“So, I heard this room doesn’t have security cameras; I’m getting ideas,” said



Dillon, taking off his jacket. Ziggy nodded, not blinking. Dillon chuckled and



took off his shirt next, letting Ziggy enjoy the show.



“Can…can I top this time?” Ziggy inquired, voice breaking as he gulped. Dillon



stopped the striptease and looked at him with a serious face.



“You want to fuck me?” he asked bluntly, looking directly at Ziggy’s eyes. The



younger male couldn’t resist the stare and turned his head, muttering a ‘yes’.



Dillon pondered about it a few seconds, and then grabbed his sweaty shirt, and



approached Ziggy with it. “Really?” he asked, caressing Ziggy's almost naked



body with the shirt. Ziggy nodded weakly. Dillon continued teasing Ziggy. In a



swift motion, he tied Ziggy’s hands with his shirt, and then took off his huge



boxers from him.



He pushed Ziggy so he fell to his back, leaving his ass exposed. Dillon then



used his hands to spread apart the plump cheeks, exposing Ziggy’s hole before



licking around and plunging his tongue inside. Ziggy moaned in ecstasy at the



intrusion. While Dillon continued using his tongue as a tiny cock, he began



drilling Ziggy, coating him with saliva until he felt he was ready.



Pressing his finger on the tight hole, Dillon asked: “still want to be the top?”



Ziggy’s answer was a loud moan that made Dillon chuckle and push another finger



inside, finger fucking him. “I didn't hear you,“ he teased as he started



scissoring his ass with his fingers. Ziggy still mumbled incoherent stuff,



making Dillon grin.



“Oh, c’mon,” he said, taking his cock out of his pants and his fingers out of



Ziggy’s hole. “You really want to be the top?” He asked again, placing his thick



cock between Ziggy’s cheeks, rubbing up and downed. Ziggy moaned again.



“NO!” Ziggy finally yelled. “I don’t want to!” He surprised Dillon, who grinned



and pushed his cockhead inside Ziggy, who yelled in pain and pleasure.



Dillon kept pushing in and out, inch by inch, making sure to not hurt Ziggy with



his big cock, and paying attention to every noise Ziggy made. So much attention



was focused on Ziggy that he didn’t realize someone else had entered the laundry



room until he was on the floor, forcefully taken out of Ziggy. He looked up to



see a very enraged and freshly showered Flynn.



“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dillon asked but Flynn kicked him. At least



he tried to but Dillon caught his foot, making Flynn lose balance, falling above



him and losing his towel in the process. Dillon quickly reacted, positioning



himself above the Scotsman's now naked body, trying hard to ignore the fact he



himself was shirtless, his smooth chest against Flynn's hairy one, his hard cock



hanging out which made contact with Flynn’s own. Flynn tried to struggle against



Dillon but it was useless.



“After how much he admires you…Now what?” asked Flynn, with rage in his tone of



voice. “Are you going to rape me too? We should have listened to Scott!”



Dillon looked at Ziggy, who was equally confused, still naked and tied and above



the washing machine.



“He wasn’t forcing me!”



“But you were yelling you didn’t want to,” said Flynn, still struggling. “You



don’t have to lie to protect him!”



“No, I…” Ziggy tried to get up, but failed to do so with his ass hanging on the



edge of the wash machine and his tied hands. “I meant I didn’t want to be the



top this time.”



Flynn looked at him, or rather, at his ass, and then at Dillon, with a confused



expression on his face. “Really?”



Dillon nodded, a little annoyed but happy that Flynn wasn’t struggling anymore.



“Yes!” Ziggy exclaimed from his position. “I gave him road head, and then he



popped my cherry in prison. Then, he fucked me silly.”



Dillon quickly turned to Ziggy, half angry, half annoyed.



“How old are you anyway?” Flynn asked from underneath Dillon.



“Old enough,” replied Dillon with a grin. “Oh, and Ziggy?”



“I already shut up!”



“No, not that. You were right. Flynn is really hot.” He grinned, eyeing the man



beneath him who opened his eyes wide, scared. Dillon chuckled and stood up. “I



was joking. I mean, you are hot, but me and Ziggy were kinda in the middle of



something when you interrupted.”



“Sorry about that.” Flynn’s tone was somewhat annoyed.



“Don’t be. You just tried to help,” replied Ziggy cheerfully, trying to get his



head up to watch Flynn. He only managed to see his upper half. “Thank you.



Really.”



Flynn looked at Ziggy’s naked body, and it was then he realized the younger man



didn’t look half bad in that position. And he realized he was naked as well,



Dillon making him snap out.



“Yeah, thanks. Now, if you don’t mind, we haven’t been together since we came



here. If you go, I can resume what we were doing. That is fucking each other



silly, in case you were wondering. ”



Flynn looked at Ziggy’s exposed body then to Dillon's naked torso and cock.



Nodding, he grabbed his towel and went to the door. Dillon returned to Ziggy



when he heard a click as the door was closed. Turning his head, he saw Flynn



still inside the room.



“Huh. I closed the door. No one will disturb us,” explained Flynn with



embarrassment in his voice. “And…hum…can I watch?” Flynn smiled awkwardly.



Dillon and Ziggy looked at each other, confused.



“What?” Ziggy asked with surprise. “Why?”



“Well, I have never seen something like this before. I’m kinda curious,



“explained Flynn. He was visibly nervous and gave them a shy smile. Dillon



looked at him and then at Ziggy, and then he used his trademark angry face.



“No,” he said stoically, approaching the naked Ranger Blue. “You can’t watch,”



he added, putting his hands over his teammate shoulders. “You’ll have to



participate.” He grinned. He leaned over Flynn, who closed his eyes, ready to be



kissed by another man…



“You don’t have to if you don’t want,” added Ziggy quickly, unsure if he wanted



to share Dillon. He tried to get off the washing machine but lost his balance,



plummeting to the floor. “Ow, my ass, it hurts! And not in the good –I-was-just



-fucked-silly-by-Dillon kind of way!” He squirmed on the floor, his hands still



tied.



“Mood killer,” teased Dillon, chuckling slightly as he let Flynn go and



approached Ziggy, untying him. “Ball is in your court, Flynn. We won’t force



anything on you. But, I have to tell you, Ziggy has a very talented mouth.“



Flynn lightly caressed the lips of the younger man, who looked at him intensely.



“And a tight cute ass, too.“ Ziggy blushed at the comment.



“You mean you like sharing him?” asked a surprised-yet turned on- Flynn,



clearing his throat. He looked at Dillon who nodded, grinning, then at the



embarrassed Ziggy. “Are you okay with that?”



Ziggy was silent, feeling very embarrassed. “I don’t know.” He finally answered,



looking away, to Dillon’s surprise. They looked at each other in the eyes, and



Dillon just hugged him tight.



“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He apologized sincerely to Ziggy. “I



thought you would like it. I mean, look at Flynn! He’s freaking hot!” He pointed



at the naked Scotsman in front of them. “He’s almost as hot as me,” he added, to



which Ziggy chuckled, easing the tension in the room.



Dillon moved behind Ziggy, still hugging him, and positioning them directly in



front of Flynn.



“Wouldn’t you like to feel him?” He purred in Ziggy’s ear, trying to convince



him while caressing his naked and vulnerable body. “To have that cock in your



little mouth?” He ran his hands over Ziggy’s smooth chest. “While I take care of



this?” His hand moved to Ziggy’s ass where he cupped one of his fleshy cheeks,



making Ziggy moan. “Would you like that?” He used his other hand to separate



Ziggy’s ass cheeks, rubbing his cock around Ziggy’s hole.



“Yea...yeah,” moaned the young man in response.



Flynn was very impressed and turned on with the little show that Ziggy and



Dillon had just given him. He didn’t hesitate when Dillon motioned him to



approach them. He put himself in front of Ziggy, nervous and undecided about



what to do. He stood there, unmoving. Dillon noticed this, and moving toward



him, pushed Ziggy with his body until he was touching the Scotsman. He grabbed



Ziggy’s arms with his own, and put them around Flynn, doing the same with



Flynn’s as he directed them.



“It’s yours now,” said Dillon to no one, but moved Ziggy’s head so that he and



Dillon started to make out. With that distracting the other men, he took a step



behind and finally got rid of all his clothes, including his bikini briefs.



“Wow,” said Flynn after breaking the kiss. “That was…wow. You DO have a very



talented mouth.”



“Huh… thanks.” The comment made Ziggy blush. “I… AH!” Not wanting to lose any



more time, Dillon had positioned himself behind Ziggy again, and without



warning, pushed his whole cock inside the smaller man, making him moan loudly,



half pain, but in total pleasure. He pushed Ziggy so that he was bending, with



his head at the same level as Flynn’s crotch.



“Geez, Ziggy! Do you want to be discovered?” He asked in a teasing manner to the



man beneath him as he started moving inside him, making Ziggy moan louder even.



“Flynn, do you mind putting something on Ziggy’s mouth so he doesn’t make so



much noise?”



Flynn nodded confused, and placed his hand on Ziggy’s mouth, covering it. Dillon



stopped moving, and he and Ziggy just watched at the Scotsman amused.



“That is not what I meant.”



“But then what…? OH!”



Flynn then got what Dillon meant, and gave Ziggy full access to his meaty cock.



Ziggy took the Scottish cock with his small hand, admiring it, as he was the



second man he had seen naked. It was…different. Flynn’s cock was thicker than



his own or Dillon’s, but a little shorter, complementing his body perfectly. It



also had some hair around the base. Ziggy started tentatively with a lick to the



mushroom head, making Flynn shiver in ecstasy all while Dillon keep slowly



pumping Ziggy, giving him the chance to concentrate on the blowjob he was given.

He took the head in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while he fondled Flynn



balls with one of his hands, and the other worked on the hard and thick shaft.



Flynn moaned in pleasure, caressing Ziggy’s hair. He had never felt so good in



so long. He was very glad of Dillon condition on being a ranger.



However, the thought was cut short as he felt a hand behind his head and,



opening his eyes, realized that Dillon was pushing him for a kiss. Not wanting



to miss the chance, he leaned closer, as did Dillon, forcing Ziggy to take more



cock on both ends, making him moan on Flynn’s cock.



Ziggy was absolutely loving this and was glad Dillon had gotten him hot enough



to accept the threesome. He couldn’t believe this was just his second time



having sex.



Now, both the tops had managed to work a rhythm on the fuck . The two were now



moving in unison with their violent thrusting as they plugged Ziggy at both



ends. With each thrust, the two men got harder and their hips started moving



faster.



This went for a few minutes with Ziggy getting used to the rhythm and moving



back and forth to get more of both cocks. Dillon started slamming in the cozy



hole harderbwhich in turn pushed Ziggy impaling Flynn’s cock deeper in his



throat, making the Scotsman moan at the treatment his cock was receiving. It was



the first time someone deepthroated him, even teasing it with some tongue.



Flynn twined his fingers along Ziggy’s messy hair and moved in and out across



his lips.



Dillon realized that he wouldn't last long nor would anybody else, and began



pistoning Ziggy’s tight ass faster, making the younger man moan louder, and take



more of Flynn’s cock in his mouth, until his nose was on the Ranger Blue pubes.

Now all of them were lost in moans and groans of pleasure, as each of them moved



back and forth as the incredible fuck session was reaching it’s climax. All of



them were very close and they wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.



Ziggy was the first one to cum, hands free, the pleasure of being in the middle



taking their toll on him. He let go of Flynn’s cock as he moaned something



unintelligible, something that Dillon noticed and quickly put his hands on



Ziggy’s cock, catching most of the cum, then taking the hand to his own mouth,



licking it clean. This was all Flynn needed, and came almost as soon as Ziggy



warm mouth was off his cock, his hot jizz landing on all on the younger man face



who managed to catch some on his mouth, enjoying the taste before swallowing. In



turn, Dillon stopped moving when he was completely inside Ziggy, emptying his



whole load there. Even with him having reached orgasm already, he kept fucking



Ziggy until his cock went limp, and reluctantly let go of him.



Ziggy, exhausted of the long fuck, had been apparently getting his balance on



Dillon’s cock, as as soon that went out, he fell in the floor, smiling, his face



full of Flynn’s cum, his ass leaking Dillon’s, which was soon running through



his legs.



“That was one hot fuck,” he finally said, breathing heavily. Dillon couldn’t



help but to lean on him, licking his own cum from his naked body while Flynn



watched in amazement.



“Well, don’t just stand there. Help me clean him,” half ordered Dillon grinning.



Flynn reluctantly went down on Ziggy, helping Dillon lick his cum, and then



moved onto Ziggy’s face, making out with him while sharing his and Dillon’s cum.

Once Dillon was satisfied with Ziggy’s being cum clean, he stood up and grabbed



a red shirt, cleaning his own sweat, and then doing the same for Ziggy and



Flynn, with different shirts of Scott. He then got his clothes, dressed, and



then helped Ziggy do the same as he was so exhausted he couldn’t even stand up.

Flynn grabbed some of his clothes that were ready already and got dressed, too.



“We should do this again,” said Flynn half joking, not really expecting the



other two to agree.



“Fuck yeah!” Ziggy added quickly. “But, next time we need a bed or something.



I’m TIRED!”



Dillon put him above a washing machine, kissing him on the forehead. “You were



great. Now rest, I’ll finish the laundry.”



“I'll help, too,” offered Flynn. Ziggy returned him a smile.



“Thanks, guys.”



Flynn and Dillon contuined sorting Scott’s laundry when they heard someone



knocking at the door. Flynn opened; it was Scott.



“Hey, Flynn,” he greeted cheerfully his friend. “Dillon.“ He added when he



noticed Ranger Black was there as well, but ignored Ziggy’s presence. “Are my



clothes ready yet? I need… PHEW! It smells like a locker room here! What where



you guys doing? Why was the door closed?”



Flynn and Ziggy changed nervous looks, but Dillon immediately took charge.



“It smells like a locker room because your clothes aren’t ready yet,” he said



calmly as he threw a piece of cloth to Scott. “Nice choice of underwear, by the



way.”



Scott mouth open wide as he caught the cloth and realized it was one of his g-



strings. The ones he always washed himself, but had forgotten to take out again.



Ziggy and Flynn chuckled.



“I…huh,” he stammered but quickly regained his nerve. “That is none of your



business. And you haven’t answered. Why was the door closed? What are you doing



here? You know it’s supposed to be his job.”



“The door was closed because Flynn took a shower and was getting dressed, and we



didn’t want Summer to enter suddenly.” He said, half truth. “And I’m helping



Ziggy because that’s what friends do.”



Scott looked at the three men. “Whatever. As long as you don’t mess up with my



clothes,” he added before turning around, exiting the room.



The three men burst in laughing.



“Man, if only he knew how we used his shirt as cum rags!” Ziggy chuckled.



“Ziggy!”



“Yeah?”



“Shut UP!”