My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 10/20: Pushing It

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Title: My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 10: Pushing It
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 2,976 this chapter, approx 40,000 for the series.
Rating, Warnings: 18. The whole series is about a Dom/switch/sub relationship and contains various BDSM themes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. Not set in any specific season.
AN: Huge thanks to the lovely lukadreaming   for a great beta and to lsellersfic   for my fabulous artwork.
AN2: Chapter one here. Previous chapter here.

Becker marched into Lester’s office and slammed the door. Lester barely raised an eye.

“Something I can help you with, Captain?”

“Connor is driving me bloody mad.”

“I noticed he was wearing a pair of his tighter trousers this morning,” Lester replied, still not looking up. “You have to learn to avoid it.”

“Avoid it? I can’t avoid it. Somehow the rota changed overnight so that I am on control room duty all day.”

Lester looked up at this, his eyebrow raised. “Well, you have to give him credit for forward planning and ingenuity.”

“Hacking into the Special Forces systems and changing our rotas is not ingenuity. It’s… well it’s bloody annoying. He has been parading himself all day. There is no call for all the bending and stretching the little shit has been doing. And that’s not including all the ridiculous excuses he has made for getting me over to the ADD and having me hold a torch while he plays around with things millimetres from my dick.”

Lester couldn’t resist a smile at this point. “He does know how to push your buttons. You shouldn’t let him get away with it. Show him once that he’s found your weak spot and he’ll keep pushing it.”

Lester pushed himself away from his desk and wandered over to the window, looking down over the ARC. He got there in time to see Connor lean back from his desk and stretch in his chair. He arched his back and pushed his hips forwards, stretching his arms above his head. The action had the duel result of pulling his already tight top up his body, revealing the bottom of his stomach, and pulling his trousers slightly down to reveal the top of his hips. Lester found his mouth suddenly going dry.

At that moment Connor relaxed his body and looked upwards. He met Lester’s eye and a knowing grin spread across his face before he turned back to his work. Lester’s face went hard and he noticed Becker at his shoulder, also witnessing the little performance.

“He is in so much trouble when we get home.”

“We all have tomorrow off, don’t we, sir?”

“That is a very good point. Do you think you can manage to restrain yourself until then?”

“Do I at least get to fuck him tonight?”

“I don’t think so, no. I refuse to play into his hands. Tonight we wait and make him wonder. And I shall decide what happens tomorrow.”

“The pair of you are going to be the death of me, you know.”

“Are you complaining?”

Becker sighed. “Will it be worth my while tomorrow?”

“I promise it will.”

“Fine.” Becker checked his watch. “My shift is finished. I’ll be on the firing range. Shooting something might make me feel better.” He turned and stalked back out, being careful not even to glance in Connor’s direction.

 

Becker’s phone rang a short time later.

“Change of plan.” Lester’s voice was tight. “Come to my office now.”

Becker lost no time in clearing away his equipment and hurrying to Lester’s office. He walked in and shut the door behind him, his eyes meeting Lester’s.

“Is there a reason Connor is walking around without his top on?” he asked.

“He claims there was an incident with a cup of coffee.”

“Are you really going to let him get away with it?”

“No. Call him up here now. I just wanted you here too.”

Becker nodded smartly and opened the door. “Connor, get a shirt on and come up here now,” he called down, before shutting the door and standing just inside again.

He looked at Lester and sighed. “We’re playing straight into his hands, aren’t we?”

Lester huffed back. “Yes. But I think a day of punishment without being allowed to come will teach him the error of his ways.” Lester pushed his chair out, away from his desk. The office blinds were already drawn. “Bring him over to me and undo his trousers.”

Becker nodded as the office door open and Connor stepped in. He had a faux innocent expression on his face. But before he had a chance to even say anything, Becker had moved from behind the door and grabbed him. Connor’s arms were pinned behind his back in a second and Becker held them in place with one hand while the other snaked around his body and wrapped around Connor’s throat. Becker pulled Connor’s body into an uncomfortable position, his head pulled back and resting on Becker’s shoulder.

Lester regarded him. “You’ve pushed your luck today boy. You went too far, even for you. Just look at the state you have poor Becker in.”

Connor tried to wriggle in Becker’s iron grip and Becker pushed his body against Connor so that he could feel for himself the state that he had got Becker into.

“Bring him over here.”

Becker shoved Connor forwards, stopping when they were next to Lester. He released his grip around Connor’s throat and brought his hands down to Connor’s trousers, making quick work of the belt, button and zip. He kept Connor’s arms pinned as he yanked at his trousers and boxers until they were pooled at his feet.

Lester eyed Connor’s growing erection. “I can promise you that will not be receiving any attention in the near future. Now come here.”

Lester reached out and grabbed Connor’s collar, yanking him down and forwards as Becker released his arms. Connor half-stumbled and half-fell and found himself sprawled across Lester’s lap. Lester’s left arm was across his back, holding him firmly in place and Connor barely had time to prepare himself for the first blow that fell on his arse.

Connor cried out.

“Make all the noise you like Connor, but remember there are still people in the building.”

As Lester spanked Connor hard and relentlessly, Connor tried to keep the sounds he was making low, biting his lip with the effort. Lester could feel Connor’s erection pressing into his thigh as the younger man squirmed under his tight grip. He knew his own cock was pressing into Connor’s stomach and his wriggling wasn’t helping to slow how hard he was growing.

Becker watched as Connor’s arse turned red and his whimpers became more infused with both pain and need as Lester’s punishment continued. His own cock was growing hard in the confines of his combats, but he stood patiently, watching and awaiting Lester’s next instruction.

With a final swat Lester stopped spanking Connor, exertion clear on his face. “There’s lube in the back of my top drawer,” he said to Becker. “Pass it to me.”

Becker did as instructed and Lester poured some over Connor’s hole, still holding him in place. He wasted no time in pushing a finger into Connor’s body and added a second quickly. He stretched him briefly before adding a third.  Connor tried to shift under his grip, the intrusion uncomfortably quick.  Lester closed the cap on the lube and tossed it to Becker.

“He’s all yours.”

Lester made no attempt to move so Becker quickly took a couple of steps forward. He released himself from his trousers and smeared lube over his erection. Connor whimpered and tried to wriggle away as Becker lined himself up with his entrance. Becker grabbed Connor’s hips and lifted him slightly off Lester’s lap, getting a better angle for himself and then drove himself inside the sub’s body.

Becker gritted his teeth and Connor yelped. Connor was tight; Lester’s preparation had been basic. Connor’s body clenched vise-like around him and the skin of his arse was hot against Becker's body. Becker braced himself, feet shoulder-width apart and kept his grip on Connor’s hips, still lifting his arse into the air. He received a nod from Lester and started thrusting, pounding hard into Connor’s body. Having been teased all day he wanted release and he wanted it quickly.

Connor was so tight and Becker was so desperate that it didn’t take long before he felt his orgasm approaching. He changed the angle again so he cold push harder and deeper and then with a guttural groan he was coming. He kept himself pushed into Connor’s body as the final waves of orgasm washed over him and he got his breath back. Then he pulled out slowly, enjoying the sight of his spent cock glistening with lube and come.

He took a couple of steps back, still slightly breathless and watched as Lester finally released Connor.

“On your knees.”

Connor couldn’t disguise a groan as he half-climbed, half-tumbled from Lester’s lap onto the floor and crawled between Lester’s now spread legs. Lester opened his flies and Connor wasted no time in taking his cock in his mouth. The sight before him made Becker’s cock twitch despite his recent orgasm. Connor’s flushed face, with tears clinging to his eyelashes, and lips wrapped around Lester’s erection; his trousers still around his ankles, arse red and leaking come; his cock hard and hanging heavily from his body. It was a debauched picture that just made Becker want more.

Lester’s hand was fisted in Connor’s hair and Becker watched as he used it to guide the other man’s head up and down. He could tell when Lester was close because his hand stopped moving and instead held Connor’s head firmly in place while he thrust his hips, fucking up hard into it. He watched as Connor’s throat started to work harder, trying not to choke and knew that Lester was coming hard. He was suddenly aware that his breathing had become heavy again.

Lester released Connor’s hair and pushed his head back and off his lap with the heel of his hand. Connor fell back so he was half-kneeling, half-sitting on the floor, his erection still hard and obvious. Lester tucked himself back into his trousers.

“This is just the start, boy. Now pull your trousers up and wait for me in the car.”

“Can I go and clean up?”

“No. Becker, go to the car with him to make sure he doesn’t. I’ll join you shortly.”

Connor stood and pulled his underwear and trousers up. He could feel come and lube already sticky on his buttocks and thighs and he winced as his tight trousers pressed against his sore arse. If this was just the start and with the two of them working together, he wondered briefly if he had pushed them too far this time.

 

They went home and had dinner. Connor had been ordered to strip as soon as they had arrived back at the flat, but had not been allowed to wash yet. He knelt by Lester’s feet and was fed as usual. He hadn’t been told to keep quiet, but for once he recognised that it might be in his best interests to do so.

Lester and Becker retired to the lounge with a drink each and sat next to each other on the sofa. Connor was invited to lie across their knees, his head in Becker’s lap, his hips resting on Lester. Becker alternated between gently stroking his hair and playing with his collar, while Lester’s hand rested across the back of his thighs. After a while Lester’s hand began to wander and he started to delve, apparently absentmindedly, into Connor’s still slicked arse. Seemingly concentrating on the programme they were watching, his fingers moved, alternating between playing with Connor’s sore entrance and running over his balls. Connor’s cock reacted immediately and he couldn’t help himself. He started rutting against Lester’s lap, desperate for friction. Lester let him get away with it for a few seconds before removing his hand and slapping Connor’s already tender arse harshly.

Connor stilled his hips and continued to bite his lip as Lester’s hand resumed its teasing and fondling. Becker then gripped Connor’s shoulder and adjusted him on his lap. Connor was now twisted at the waist, face down across Lester and half turned so his back was towards Becker’s chest. Becker’s hand then began to roam lazily across Connor’s chest until he found a nipple. He squeezed firmly and then released the pressure, before rolling it between his fingers.

He acted as casually as Lester, attention apparently still focused on the TV as his hand wandered Connor’s chest from nipple to nipple, pinching and squeezing. Connor drifted away inside his head, concentrating on not moving and not coming while his body suffered the duel assault.

Finally the programme finished and Lester decided it was time for bed. Connor stood on shaky legs.

“Go and get ready for bed. You may clean up, but don’t take long. We will see you in the bedroom.”

Connor headed off and did as instructed as quickly as he could. He stepped back into the bedroom where the other two men were waiting for him.

“On your knees at the foot of the bed, boy, facing it, forehead on the duvet, hands behind your back.”

Connor did as instructed and stayed still as Lester and Becker took their turns getting ready for bed and stripping. Neither spoke to him and he couldn’t see anything that was happening from his position.

Finally the bed dipped next to him and out of the corner of his eye he could see Lester sitting next to him.

“Come here, Becks,” he said gently. “Tonight’s just about you and me now.”

Becker walked over and sank to his knees next to Connor, but didn’t look at him. Lester bent down, and from his viewpoint Connor could make out them sharing a kiss. Then Lester pulled back and Becker dipped his head. Lester moaned loudly and Connor clenched his eyes. He now knew for certain there was no way he was going to get to come tonight and the pair of them were clearly going to put on a show for him.

But he couldn’t resist opening his eyes and trying to look sideways again. He could see Becker’s head bobbing on Lester’s cock and the sounds they were both making were filthy and having exactly the reaction on Connor that he was sure they were hoping for. Connor clenched his hands behind his back and prepared himself for a long night.

Connor had no idea how much time passed as he lost himself in the sounds coming from next to him, but suddenly Lester was panting out “enough.” and gently pushing Becker away from him. Lester stood and pulled Becker up with him, drawing him into a kiss.

“Over the edge of the bed.”

Becker nodded and bent to comply while Lester retrieved lube from the bedside drawer. Becker lay so his chest was on the bed, and his arse on the edge. He bent his knees to get himself low to the bed and thereby as close to Connor’s head as he could. Lester was back behind him soon, opening and stretching him with far more care than had been shown to Connor earlier.

When he was done, he pushed slowly inside. He took his time, allowing both of them to get used to the feeling. Then he started moving. He kept his movements slow and steady, the pair of them enjoying the sensations. Lester revelled in the breathy sounds Becker was making underneath him and the tight heat of his body.

“Touch yourself, Becker. Don’t come too soon, but enjoy yourself for me.”

Becker groaned and lost no time in getting his hand to his cock. Connor screwed his eyes tight shut in frustration again before risking a look to the side. He could see Lester’s cock easing in and out of Becker’s body and Becker’s hand moving as he fisted himself. His own erection was painfully hard and his hands twitched behind his back, desperate to come forward and touch himself. But he knew it would be more than his life was worth. So he stayed where he was, watching out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip and trying to lose himself in the sounds of pleasure coming from next to him.

Lester started to speed up. His thrusts became faster and shallower and he adjusted his angle. A sharp cry from Becker told him he had found the other man’s prostate. He kept up a steady rhythm, hitting his pleasure point over and over again.

“Fuck. I’m close,” Becker let out between gasps.

“Let yourself go,” Lester replied.

Becker pumped his cock with earnest as Lester pushed at his prostate time and time again. Then his back arched and with a shout he came. As his orgasm peaked Lester drove hard and deep into his body. He quickened his pace, fucking him fast as Becker’s body started to go limp post-orgasm. Lester used his body until his own orgasm hit him and he came deep inside Becker’s arse.

Lester nearly collapsed over Becker’s body, but could see he was already having trouble keeping his position. Instead he straightened. “Go and get cleaned up,” he said.

Becker picked himself up with difficulty and headed unsteadily to the bathroom. Lester sat on the edge of the bed, his lip curling with faint distaste as he found some of the evidence of Becker’s orgasm. “Lift your head, pet,” he said softly.

Connor raised his head and looked up at him.

“You see what happens when you fuck us around?” Lester's voice was still gentle and he caressed Connor’s face.

Connor nodded.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

 Connor nodded again, hope springing into his eyes.

“Not a chance, boy. Do you need to use the bathroom again?”

Connor shook his head.

“Okay, get up and stretch out and then get into bed. We’ll deal with the rest of your punishment in the morning.”

As Connor rose and stretched out his aching muscles, his mind wondered what the hell Lester could have in store for him.

Chapter 11