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jooles34Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/soldier boys
Words: 1,685
Rating,Warnings: 18, non-con, group sex, pissing
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: I started this for
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morrigans_eve as comment porn in Denial Daily and only just finished it - oopsie. Added pissing for fredbassett naturally. *g*
Becker lies, pinned face down on the weights’ bench, knees on the floor.
He’s given up struggling as there are simply too many of them. He had been taken by surprise, but had managed to count six as he had gone down, arms flailing. He’d made a few good connections, feeling skin split under his fists, but it hadn’t been enough.
Now his arms were pinned, a hand between his shoulder blades held him firmly down, his ankles were each contained with a steel grip and rough hands were working to pull his combats and underwear to his knees.
Becker grits his teeth, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
“Don’t worry Captain; it’s something all the new boys go through. It’s just a bonus for us that you’re so pretty.”
Becker feels the first finger breach his arse.
The finger is barely wet, saliva Becker assumes. This isn’t his first time in a position like this and he doubts it will be his last. He grits his teeth and just wills it to be over without too much blood and pain.
The finger is moving inside him, uncomfortable and fast. He can hear the breathing of the men around him getting heavier. One person in particular he can tell is further along than the others, his breaths faster and shallower. He hears the sound of a hand on flesh, a cock being pumped with urgency and, god help him, the sound stirs something inside him.
Suddenly the too dry finger is removed and he can feel the head of a cock press against his hole. He hears grunting and feels shoving and he prepares himself for the drag of pain that is going to come.
But the pain doesn’t come. Instead, with a grunt and a hard shove against the back of his thighs the soldier behind him is coming, shooting his load into Becker’s arse and it all suddenly falls into place.
With a final grunt the cock pulls back and is immediately replaced by a finger that works the man’s come deeper into his arse, swirling in the hot liquid, stretching and opening him. Becker groans, knowing they wouldn’t take this kind of care if they were just in for a quick fuck.
Becker hears the sound of a locker opening somewhere behind him and strains to lift his head to see what was happening. A sharp rap to the back of his head makes him drop it again.
“Nothing for you to concern yourself with Captain,” says a voice above him. “We’re just making sure we have our hands free.”
Becker stares at the one of his wrists he can see from this position and a pair of feet and knees come into view as someone drops next to him. The hands that had been holding his wrist down now move to brace it against the leg of the weights' bench. A black nylon strap, the type they all use to keep their webbing and holsters strapped to their bodies, is wrapped and fastened around his wrist and the bench leg, then tugged sharply to make it tight. Becker clenches his teeth again as it bites against his skin.
His other arm is quickly secured in the same way and then he feels his knees pushed forward until they also rest on the far legs of the bench. More strapping is wrapped around his thighs, just above the knee, securing him in place. The positioning of his legs has pushed his arse higher into the air and more of his weight now rests of his chest and shoulders.
“Now then Captain, the fun can really begin.”
Becker tugs at his restraints but it is obvious he’ll get no movement out of any of them. His t-shirt is tugged up his body, leaving most of his back exposed and then it finally happens.
He gasps as one of the men trusts himself into his body, rocking him forwards on the bench. He is filled, he thinks to bursting, this man is big. It stretches and burns and his entire world is focused on his arse, on the pain, on the feeling of the man moving, pumping hard, fucking him.
A hand knots itself into Becker’s hair and pulls his head back. He cheek rubs along the surface of the bench and his eyes focus on a cock now bobbing in front of his face. He doesn’t even bother to fight.
Becker uses his tongue to moisten his lips and opens his mouth, grunting as the hard cock is shoved inside. It pushes too far, almost makes him gag, but he tries to relax, tries to remember how to breathe. The hand in his hair holds his head steady as the man fucks himself in his mouth.
His pace is steady, but not as fast as the guy pounding his arse with a relentless rhythm, showing no signs of needing to come.
“Good boy Captain. See it, it so much easier when you don’t fight. We are going to have so much fun with you tonight.”
The words and the fucking and the smooth cock in his mouth combine to make his stomach clench. His body betrays him and his own cock begins to stir. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut to keep in the tears that are threatening to leak out.
Becker tries to shut down the feelings coursing through his body and focus on the senses he has left to him. His sense of smell is taken up with the musky scent of the cock that is in his mouth and that is all he can taste; he sees nothing as his eyes are still clenched shut, because dammit, they will not see him cry. Touch is out of the question with his hands bound where they are, so he relies on his ears. He concentrates on the breathing of the two men fucking him, listening for any sign that they are nearing the end.
Then he notices that the breathing all around him is speeding up. He can hear flesh on flesh, the slick sound of hands on cocks, pumping, foreskins sliding over pre-come-slicked heads, pants as orgasms get closer.
“Ready?” the voice asks. Becker knows the question is not aimed at him and a series of grunts reply.
The hands on his hips grip a little harder and the cock in his arse pushes deeper still, making him gasp around the one in his mouth. The guy fucking his face takes advantage and pushes his cock deeper too and Becker has to fight off his gag reflex again.
His whole body is rocking as the soldier behind him slams into him, over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. The slick slapping sound all around him increases and he hears a sudden sharp gasp in front of him and feels come jet onto his face and into his hair.
Becker groans, a sound coming deep from his stomach as he realises exactly what is happening. The man fucking his mouth clearly appreciates the extra vibrations as Becker feels the cock swell and seconds later hot come is jetting down his throat, filling his mouth. He has no chance to swallow and it dribbles out of his stretched mouth, onto the plastic of the bench.
There are more grunts around him, the pace of hands moving on cocks increases further still and he can do nothing as the remaining three men come hard, splattering his back and arse with come.
The guy who is fucking him is still keeping up his unrelenting thrusts, but the pace is faltering and with a bellow the man comes, driving even harder and deeper into Becker's abused body.
He can hear heavy breathing all around him, but no one has moved to leave.
“Look at that. The pretty Captain is all messy. That will never do. Best hose him down boys.”
The relief Becker feels at having the cocks pulled from his mouth and arse is short lived as he hears this and wonders what is to come.
Nothing prepares him for the sudden jets of hot piss that suddenly come at him from all angles. He gasps as he feels the warm liquid running over his back, down his arse and thighs, soaking into his clothes.
He hears trousers finally being zipped up and footsteps retreat to the sound of laugher.
“Now Captain, I'm going to release one of your hands so you can free yourself, and in return you are going to forget this happened. If you even think of coming after us, next time we won't untie you and we'll leave you for the scientists to find like this. Understood.”
Becker nods, and stays quiet while his right hand is released. He waits for the last pair of footsteps to retreat. He knows he should free himself as soon as possible, anyone could find him like this.
But his cock is rock hard. Swallowing the ball of disgust that rises in his throat, Becker moves his one free hand to grab himself, and pre-come already leaking, it takes just a couple of strokes before he is coming hard over his own hand.
His whole body starts to shake and he takes in big gulps of air as he reaches his trembling hand to undo the bonds on his other wrist before unstrapping his legs. He wobbles slightly as he stands and in his own mind he tries to blame it on the trousers pooled around his knees.
He hikes them up, holding them rather than fastening, and his t-shirt is still rucked up, damp and clinging to his wet skin. He walks fully dressed to the showers and lets hot water course over his abused, sticky body.
Becker may not have seen any faces clearly in the earlier struggle, but he had heard voices; the ringleader’s more than the others. He was skilled, he was clever, his fast career advancement was not an accident.
The man couldn't be surrounded by his cronies forever.
Becker would get his revenge. And he would enjoy it.
AN2: Now my turn to be demanding. I have to say I would love to see a ‘Becker’s revenge’ follow up but cannot add another thing to my list; so if someone want to take this on and run with it, please feel free, I would love someone to. My only condition? That there is a gun involved in it somewhere. *veg*
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Date: 2011-03-28 08:48 pm (UTC)*Slithers under the table and yibbles a lot*
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Date: 2011-03-29 04:45 pm (UTC)I take it that's a good thing? *g*
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Date: 2011-03-29 04:55 pm (UTC)Just a tad!
*Expires some more*
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Date: 2011-03-28 08:49 pm (UTC)Messy, well-used Becker, out for revenge. I love it :)
*runs off with fic*
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Date: 2011-03-28 09:18 pm (UTC)I'm just saying... ;)
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Date: 2011-03-28 09:26 pm (UTC)And with added bonus pissing!! *bounces happily*
*glomps Jooles*
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Date: 2011-03-29 04:53 pm (UTC)thank you mate, glad you likey.
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Date: 2011-03-28 09:48 pm (UTC)Not entirely certain whether meep or squee is appropriate here, so I'll go for both, because that was dark and nasty and broken and whumped!Becker and hot, and I love his defiant thoughts of revenge at the end.
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Date: 2011-03-29 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-28 09:53 pm (UTC)This is so hot. I just loved it. This is probably one of the hottest Becker fics I've read so far.
And most of all, I loved how Becker was totally badass in that situation. He knew so well what would happen, and how he could make it out of the situation unharmed. It should be sad, but it's actually just (I might have mentioned it already) very hot.
GUH.
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Date: 2011-03-29 05:17 pm (UTC)thank you!
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Date: 2011-03-29 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 05:20 pm (UTC)Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Date: 2011-03-29 08:25 pm (UTC)Both?
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Date: 2011-03-29 09:26 pm (UTC)Thanks mate, glad you liked it.
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Date: 2011-03-29 09:24 pm (UTC)PISSING!!! *flails*
UNF. *g*
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Date: 2011-03-29 09:27 pm (UTC)Thanks love, glad you liked it!
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