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Pumpkin Punishment
Title: Pumpkin Punishment
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 1,316
Rating,Warnings: 18 - Dom/sub BDSM
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Thanks to the ever lovely![[info]](https://jooles34.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
lukadreaming for the beta. And then I fiddled. Sorry.
AN2: This was for![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
fredbassett's Halloween prompt 'Lester/Becker/Connor - "don't calle me pumpkin". However, it bares no relation to anything Halloween related so I don't think I can claim it in the Halloween fest!! A one-shot in my BLT verse.
Connor writhed ineffectually, face down on the bed. His arms were stretched above his head, a leather cuff tight around each wrist. The cuffs were joined together by a short chain that looped around one of the posts in the metal bedstead. A ventilated ball-gag was wedged in his mouth and he panted and moaned around it.
His arse was stained a vivid red from the spanking he had received earlier, bent over Becker’s knee while the soldier rained blow after blow with his bare hand on his sensitive skin. Lester had watched, doing nothing to intervene, but instead undressing and impassively stroking his own erection.
Just when Connor thought he couldn't take any more and his cock was hard and leaking against Becker’s thigh, Becker had stopped, hauled him to his feet then pushed him face down on the bed. The cuffs had been quickly wrapped around his wrists and he was chained to the bed before he had realised it. He’d barely had time to protest when he was rolled onto his back, the chain twisting, and a cock-ring was snapped onto the base of his penis. Connor had started to plead with Becker, his cock throbbing and sore arse rubbing against the sheets below him.
"No, please. Take it off. I promise I won't come. I promise. You know I can do it. Just please take it off, I hate it, please."
He had been rewarded by having the ball-gag thrust into his mouth and fastened behind his head. He’d whimpered as he was rolled back onto his front where he still remained.
Connor started to rut against the sheets, knowing it was ultimately useless, but needing the sensation. But his movements were quickly spotted and a hand smacked down on his already stinging arse.
"Stop it," Lester's voice commanded and Connor moaned again. His eyes were open and transfixed. Lester had been fucking Becker right next to him on the bed for what felt like an eternity now. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat and each gasp and moan and cry of want was coursing through Connor's desperate body.
Lester had been bending and twisting Becker's body into a variety of positions, alternating between fucking him long and slow, and hard and fast with short shallow thrusts. Connor's body ached with need as he watched them; the look of concentration on Lester's face as he pushed pleasure into Becker’s body, the way Becker’s expression changed as the different parts of his arse were stimulated. Connor was sure he was going to be driven mad by the sight and the desperate need to be touched and fucked himself.
Finally with Becker on his back, legs in the air, twisted to one side and Lester kneeling up as he drove repeatedly in Becker’s body, Lester came, a deep groan spilling from him as his head fell forwards. He stilled for a moment, still gripping Becker firmly and Connor watched, panting through the gag, as Becker began to shift uncomfortably, wanting and needing his own release.
Finally Lester withdrew from Becker and let his legs fall. Becker took a moment to catch his breath and then was moving. He flipped over and reached to unclip one of the cuffs from the chain, pulling it out from around the rail. He planted a firm hand on Connor's back, pinning him in position and used the other to pull both of Connor's hands behind his head before reattaching the chain to the cuff.
Connor could see Lester reclining on the bed now, watching them with a big smile on his face. Connor knew how much Lester liked watching his boys play and always tried his best to make it good for him. But he was so desperate for any kind of touch that it wouldn't take any extra effort today.
Becker had moved from lying next to him and Connor suddenly felt his legs being spread wide on the bed. Then, with no warning, two wet fingers were pushed into his hole. Connor yelped loudly around the gag and his body jerked. Pain sparked through him as the muscle suddenly found itself being stretched. He yelped again as he received another firm slap to his still sore arse.
"Keep still," Becker barked at him. Connor screwed his eyes shut and concentrated on his breathing as Becker unceremoniously scissored him open. After not nearly enough time the fingers withdrew and strong hands slid under his hips and pulled his arse up into the air. His knees bent as his body was pulled down the bed. With his hands behind his head he had no way of supporting himself, so he was left helpless, arse in the air, face pressed into the bed.
Connor felt Becker’s hard cock pressing against his opening and with a firm thrust was pushed in. Connor cried out around the gag. He wasn't loose enough and there hadn’t been any more lube. The penetration burned and stretched him and he fought to get control of his breathing as Becker continued to push himself in deeper and deeper.
As Becker started to move, pleasure and pain collided and Connor felt the familiar floating sensation as his mind shut down and his body took over. He started pushing back against Becker’s thrusts and his murmurs of pain turned into moans for more.
He felt Becker also slide a finger into his body and it added to the stretch and burn. Then he gradually realised through the fog in his brain that the movements were getting easier. What was left of his mind told him that Becker must have been adding more lube.
The finger withdrew and returned a few times before seeming to disappear and then, unexpectedly, Connor felt a hand smack down onto his still sore arse. His whimpers turned to yelps as Becker spanked him again, in time with his thrusts, alternating sides.
Connor didn't even try to count the swats, but he was suddenly aware that they had stopped and then Becker’s body was pressed against the length of his. Becker’s arms encircled his chest and he felt himself being lifted and pulled back. Becker straightened and sat back on his heels, pulling Connor onto his lap, pushing his cock deeper inside him. Connor groaned as Becker held him close and tight and growled into his ear.
"Fuck yourself on me."
Ever more desperate to have his cock released and to come, Connor did as instructed, wincing every time the sore, tender skin of his arse connected with Becker’s thighs. He felt rather than saw Lester move towards him and then the gag was being undone and pulled from his mouth.
"I want to hear you. Don’t hold back, pet," Lester whispered to him and Connor had no problem complying. He fucked himself down hard on Becker and let his yelps and moans come freely.
Then he felt Lester's hands wandering to his groin and the cock-ring was snapped open. Connor pushed himself down heavily onto Becker and screamed as his sensation-overloaded body finally found its release. Come shot from his cock and every muscle in his body seemed to tense and go lax at the same time. Becker’s arms tightened around him and he thrust up hard, coming seconds later deep inside him.
Connor was dimly aware of having his hands lifted over his head and of being lain down gently onto the bed. Soft words were whispered to him as two sets of hands and lips kissed and soothed him as his body gradually stopped trembling and his breathing started to return to normal. Becker’s mouth found his and kissed him deeply before pulling back. Connor opened his eyes and looked up at a tired and sated, but grinning Becker.
“Now,” said Becker, “will that teach you not to call me ‘pumpkin’ in front of the lads again?"
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 1,316
Rating,Warnings: 18 - Dom/sub BDSM
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Thanks to the ever lovely
lukadreaming for the beta. And then I fiddled. Sorry.AN2: This was for
fredbassett's Halloween prompt 'Lester/Becker/Connor - "don't calle me pumpkin". However, it bares no relation to anything Halloween related so I don't think I can claim it in the Halloween fest!! A one-shot in my BLT verse.Connor writhed ineffectually, face down on the bed. His arms were stretched above his head, a leather cuff tight around each wrist. The cuffs were joined together by a short chain that looped around one of the posts in the metal bedstead. A ventilated ball-gag was wedged in his mouth and he panted and moaned around it.
His arse was stained a vivid red from the spanking he had received earlier, bent over Becker’s knee while the soldier rained blow after blow with his bare hand on his sensitive skin. Lester had watched, doing nothing to intervene, but instead undressing and impassively stroking his own erection.
Just when Connor thought he couldn't take any more and his cock was hard and leaking against Becker’s thigh, Becker had stopped, hauled him to his feet then pushed him face down on the bed. The cuffs had been quickly wrapped around his wrists and he was chained to the bed before he had realised it. He’d barely had time to protest when he was rolled onto his back, the chain twisting, and a cock-ring was snapped onto the base of his penis. Connor had started to plead with Becker, his cock throbbing and sore arse rubbing against the sheets below him.
"No, please. Take it off. I promise I won't come. I promise. You know I can do it. Just please take it off, I hate it, please."
He had been rewarded by having the ball-gag thrust into his mouth and fastened behind his head. He’d whimpered as he was rolled back onto his front where he still remained.
Connor started to rut against the sheets, knowing it was ultimately useless, but needing the sensation. But his movements were quickly spotted and a hand smacked down on his already stinging arse.
"Stop it," Lester's voice commanded and Connor moaned again. His eyes were open and transfixed. Lester had been fucking Becker right next to him on the bed for what felt like an eternity now. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat and each gasp and moan and cry of want was coursing through Connor's desperate body.
Lester had been bending and twisting Becker's body into a variety of positions, alternating between fucking him long and slow, and hard and fast with short shallow thrusts. Connor's body ached with need as he watched them; the look of concentration on Lester's face as he pushed pleasure into Becker’s body, the way Becker’s expression changed as the different parts of his arse were stimulated. Connor was sure he was going to be driven mad by the sight and the desperate need to be touched and fucked himself.
Finally with Becker on his back, legs in the air, twisted to one side and Lester kneeling up as he drove repeatedly in Becker’s body, Lester came, a deep groan spilling from him as his head fell forwards. He stilled for a moment, still gripping Becker firmly and Connor watched, panting through the gag, as Becker began to shift uncomfortably, wanting and needing his own release.
Finally Lester withdrew from Becker and let his legs fall. Becker took a moment to catch his breath and then was moving. He flipped over and reached to unclip one of the cuffs from the chain, pulling it out from around the rail. He planted a firm hand on Connor's back, pinning him in position and used the other to pull both of Connor's hands behind his head before reattaching the chain to the cuff.
Connor could see Lester reclining on the bed now, watching them with a big smile on his face. Connor knew how much Lester liked watching his boys play and always tried his best to make it good for him. But he was so desperate for any kind of touch that it wouldn't take any extra effort today.
Becker had moved from lying next to him and Connor suddenly felt his legs being spread wide on the bed. Then, with no warning, two wet fingers were pushed into his hole. Connor yelped loudly around the gag and his body jerked. Pain sparked through him as the muscle suddenly found itself being stretched. He yelped again as he received another firm slap to his still sore arse.
"Keep still," Becker barked at him. Connor screwed his eyes shut and concentrated on his breathing as Becker unceremoniously scissored him open. After not nearly enough time the fingers withdrew and strong hands slid under his hips and pulled his arse up into the air. His knees bent as his body was pulled down the bed. With his hands behind his head he had no way of supporting himself, so he was left helpless, arse in the air, face pressed into the bed.
Connor felt Becker’s hard cock pressing against his opening and with a firm thrust was pushed in. Connor cried out around the gag. He wasn't loose enough and there hadn’t been any more lube. The penetration burned and stretched him and he fought to get control of his breathing as Becker continued to push himself in deeper and deeper.
As Becker started to move, pleasure and pain collided and Connor felt the familiar floating sensation as his mind shut down and his body took over. He started pushing back against Becker’s thrusts and his murmurs of pain turned into moans for more.
He felt Becker also slide a finger into his body and it added to the stretch and burn. Then he gradually realised through the fog in his brain that the movements were getting easier. What was left of his mind told him that Becker must have been adding more lube.
The finger withdrew and returned a few times before seeming to disappear and then, unexpectedly, Connor felt a hand smack down onto his still sore arse. His whimpers turned to yelps as Becker spanked him again, in time with his thrusts, alternating sides.
Connor didn't even try to count the swats, but he was suddenly aware that they had stopped and then Becker’s body was pressed against the length of his. Becker’s arms encircled his chest and he felt himself being lifted and pulled back. Becker straightened and sat back on his heels, pulling Connor onto his lap, pushing his cock deeper inside him. Connor groaned as Becker held him close and tight and growled into his ear.
"Fuck yourself on me."
Ever more desperate to have his cock released and to come, Connor did as instructed, wincing every time the sore, tender skin of his arse connected with Becker’s thighs. He felt rather than saw Lester move towards him and then the gag was being undone and pulled from his mouth.
"I want to hear you. Don’t hold back, pet," Lester whispered to him and Connor had no problem complying. He fucked himself down hard on Becker and let his yelps and moans come freely.
Then he felt Lester's hands wandering to his groin and the cock-ring was snapped open. Connor pushed himself down heavily onto Becker and screamed as his sensation-overloaded body finally found its release. Come shot from his cock and every muscle in his body seemed to tense and go lax at the same time. Becker’s arms tightened around him and he thrust up hard, coming seconds later deep inside him.
Connor was dimly aware of having his hands lifted over his head and of being lain down gently onto the bed. Soft words were whispered to him as two sets of hands and lips kissed and soothed him as his body gradually stopped trembling and his breathing started to return to normal. Becker’s mouth found his and kissed him deeply before pulling back. Connor opened his eyes and looked up at a tired and sated, but grinning Becker.
“Now,” said Becker, “will that teach you not to call me ‘pumpkin’ in front of the lads again?"