Learn Your Place

[jooles34]

Title: Learn Your Place
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Ryan/Lester
Words: 1,567
Rating, Warnings: 18. D/s themes, spanking, belting.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
AN: Written in the same weirded out miniverse I appeared to create in this comment porn. Not essential to read first though as none of makes sense.
AN2: Thanks to fredbassett for yet another fab beta.

Becker was sitting at his new desk when a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in,"

He looked up as the door opened and Captain Ryan walked in.

Ryan and Becker were still equals and officially both still captains, but since they had taken over the ARC, Ryan had become responsible for the military side of the operation, while Becker oversaw the overall project.

Becker saw Ryan's eyes flicker to the corner of the office and followed his gaze.
Lester was naked, kneeling in the corner of the room, staring at the wall. His hands were clenched together in the small of his back and his head was bowed.

"What was it this time?" Ryan asked.

"He is having trouble remembering that he gave full control of the project to us and keeps commenting on things that are no longer his concern."

"That will not do," Ryan replied, his voice hard. "He needs to remember his place. Have you begun his punishment yet?"

"I was waiting for you."

"James, stand, but do not turn around,” Ryan ordered Lester.

Lester stood, but otherwise kept his position. Ryan walked over and ran a hand down Lester's back, curving over his arse. He squeezed and turned back to Becker.

"Do you think it might help him to remember if we punish him in front of the team again?"

Becker saw Lester tense and flinch and grinned back at Ryan.

"I think that is a very good idea."

Lester's shoulders slumped.

Ryan held out his hand and gestured to Becker. Becker pulled open a desk drawer and tossed a bottle of lube to Ryan who caught it in one hand. Ryan coated his fingers with the thick liquid, tucked the bottle into his pocket, and rubbed his fingers against Lester’s hole. He bunched two fingers together and pushed them into Lester’s body.

He reached his other hand around and gripped Lester’s semi-hard cock, turning to grin at Becker again.

“He may pretend that the idea doesn’t excite him, but this hard-on says otherwise. We were right, Becker, he loves the abuse.”

Ryan worked his hand deeper into Lester’s body, spreading the lube around. His other hand pumped Lester’s cock, bringing him to full hardness. Then he turned back to Becker.

“He’s ready.”

Becker gestured towards the door, with another smile and a slight bow.

“Would you like the honour today? I got to have my fun before the masses last time.”

Ryan removed his hand from Lester’s arse and gave a mock bow in return.

“You are most kind. Would you be so good as to get the door for me, please, captain?”

“It would be my pleasure, captain.”

They exchanged another grin before sobering their faces. Becker headed towards the door and opened it. Ryan had not yet released Lester’s cock and had continued to stroke it. He tugged on it now.

“Turn around, James.”

Lester turned to face him, eyes lowered to the floor. Ryan pulled on Lester’s cock again.

“Time to face your adoring masses, James. You know how much they love to watch you get punished.”

Becker watched with renewed respect as Ryan used Lester’s erection to tow him to the door, through it and down the ramp to the central room. Lester’s face flamed with embarrassment.

Following them, Becker stood back as Ryan led Lester into the centre of the room. He didn’t even have to say anything to get the staff’s attention; as soon as the two of them entered the large room every head turned to face them.

Ryan walked with Lester over to an empty table and pulled the chair out from underneath it. He lifted one foot onto the chair so that his thigh and knee were level with the table top. He yanked on Lester’s still-stiff cock, pulling him closer and over his knee so his chest was resting on the table. Lester’s hands were still clenched in the small of his back.

Finally, releasing Lester’s cock and moving his aim to pin Lester down by his shoulders, Ryan addressed the room.

“Lester forgot his place earlier today and so we need to remind him who he gave his power too. Lessons are best learned in public so we will begin.”

Becker crossed his arms in front of his body as Ryan rubbed a hand over Lester’s exposed arse again. Then Ryan raised his hand into the air and brought it down onto Lester’s skin with a resounding smack. Ryan’s hand fell time and time again, covering every inch of Lester’s arse and the top of his thighs. The skin turned from pale to pink to red.

Ryan stopped suddenly and shook his hand. He turned and shared a look with Becker, a grin and a wince both showing on his face. Then his face turned dark again as Lester shifted over his lap.

“Do not even think about moving,” he growled. “I am far from done with you yet.”

Ryan paused and looked at his hand, seeming to reconsider. He looked over at Becker again and Becker gave him a questioning look, clearly wondering what his fellow captain was contemplating.

Becker watched as Ryan pulled Lester upright and whispered something into his ear. Lester nodded and turned around. Becker was disappointed to lose his view of Lester’s reddened arse, but was gratified to see that Lester was still sporting a proud erection. He was still confused though as Lester walked towards him.

Lester stopped in front of Becker and lowered his eyes to the floor.

“Please, sir, may I have your belt?”

“My belt?” Becker queried.

“Yes, sir. Captain Ryan requires it to complete my punishment.”

Becker barely suppressed a groan at the words and the idea of Lester having to ask for the instrument of his own punishment. He really did love the way Ryan’s mind worked. He undid his belt and slipped it out of his belt loops. He could see that Lester’s eyes had risen to watch his movement and he folded the belt in from of him, pulling on the two ends, snapping the leather together. Lester flinched slightly, but his cock jumped. Becker suppressed a smirk and handed him the belt.

“Thank you, sir,” Lester said, and turned back to return to Ryan.

Becker watched Lester hand the belt over to Ryan and then place himself back over Ryan’s knee. Becker was becoming uncomfortably hard in his combats and he wasn’t even the one with a naked Lester draped over his lap. He could only imagine how Ryan must be feeling.

Ryan kept the belt folded and used one arm to pin Lester down again. He raised his other arm high into the air and brought the belt down across Lester’s already red arse with a stinging crack. Lester visibly flinched, far more than he had with the hand spanking. Ryan continued to rain blows across Lester’s skin and Becker watched as Lester began to writhe and wriggle in Ryan’s grasp. He was started to gasp and moan now from the beating and Becker’s cock felt inexplicably harder. He needed release.

He coughed.

Ryan landed two more blows onto Lester’s arse before lowering his arm. He shook out his arm again and placed the belt into Lester’s hands, still held behind his back. Lester’s fingers wrapped around the warmed leather. Ryan laid his hand on Lester’s undoubtedly hot flesh.

“Lester, have you learnt your lesson?”

“Yes, sir. I won’t question your methods or try to interfere again.”

“Louder, let everyone hear.”

“I am sorry, sir, I was out of line and I won’t do it again,” Lester said, louder this time.

Ryan turned to Becker and raised his eyebrows in question.

“Good enough. Now bring him up to the office so he can finish his apology.”

Becker waited until Ryan had helped Lester into a standing position before he turned and headed back to the office, knowing the other two were following him. He waited inside the door for Ryan and Lester to enter and then shut the door before moving to close the blinds.

He put a hand onto Lester’s shoulder to still him and examined him. He felt his hot arse cheeks, watching Lester flinch as he squeezed them. Then he brought his hand around to Lester’s softened cock. He worked it back to full hardness, then drew him close and kissed him hard on the lips.

“Back to your corner,” Becker ordered, withdrawing from the kiss again. “And keep your hands on your back, your arse displayed to us.”

He waited for Lester to take his position, then spun and pushed Ryan back against the door. Their mouths met in a hot and frantic kiss and they grabbed at each others’ bodies.

“Fuck, you looked so hot doing that to him,” Becker panted into Ryan’s mouth.

“Felt so fucking good as well,” Ryan breathed back.

Becker thrust his hips against Ryan’s.

“I really need to come. Can’t decide who I want to fuck more,” Becker muttered desperately between kisses.

Ryan twisted his head to look at Lester’s reddened, naked body, standing so obediently in the corner. His neck was now exposed to Becker who leant down to bite into it. Ryan gasped and Becker tightened his grip on him.

“Me neither,” Ryan managed.

Becker reluctantly released Ryan’s neck and pulled back to look him in the eye.

“So what shall we do?”

AN3: Now, there are just so many pretty places that this could go, so I thought I’d make it a bit of a game. If you want to play, just comment with who you think should do what to who in the next part of this. Or reply to a previous comment with a vote for someone else’s filthy idea. I will look around this time next week, count up the votes, and there shall be a filthy, ficcy, sequel.