My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 11/20: Becker’s Revenge
Title: My Sun Rises and Sets With You. Chapter 11: Becker’s Revenge
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 4,333 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 woke naturally, a nice change from having an alarm go off. Connor and Lester were still sleeping, and Becker could have happily lain in bed, enjoying the heat of the body next to him until the time came for Connor to start their day in the customary way. But his bladder had different ideas. He slipped quietly out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Once the door had shut behind him he eyed the shower speculatively. May as well take the opportunity.
When he stepped back out a short time later he found the bed empty. Frowning, Becker pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. Wandering into the kitchen/dining room he stopped short. Connor lay on his stomach lengthways on the dining table. His hands were bound behind his back and he was blindfolded. Getting closer he noticed the base of a butt plug sticking out of his arse.
"Ah, Becker, good morning. Thought we could enjoy a nice leisurely breakfast," Lester said, turning to look at Becker over his shoulder. He was standing at the worktop slicing fruit and continued to chop as Becker approached the table.
"What exactly is on the menu?"
"Yoghurt and fruit. That is just the table."
"Table?" Connor asked.
Lester left the worktop and walked over to Connor, slapping him hard on the arse. Then he held a strawberry out.
"Open your mouth," he commanded. Connor did so and Lester slipped the strawberry between his lips. "Close gently. Tables do not talk. If this strawberry comes out of your mouth or the skin is broken you are in serious trouble. Understand?"
Connor nodded and gripped the fruit gently between his teeth. Lester returned to the counter and resumed his slicing.
"Take a seat, Becker, make yourself comfortable. And see that the table behaves himself while I finish."
Becker pulled out a chair on one of the long sides of the table and sat down, casting his eyes along the length of Connor's body. Shortly Lester walked back over and placed a bowl of Greek yoghurt mixed with honey into the small of Connor's back just above his bound hands. Connor flinched as the cold bowl touched his skin. Lester went back and carried the chopping board over. He placed sliced mango, strawberries and pineapple over the remaining flesh of Connor's back.
Setting the chopping board down, Lester regarded his now sticky fingers. He held his hand out across the table towards Becker. Becker smiled and took hold of his hand, sucking each fruit flavour digit into his mouth and savouring the taste and feel. Once he was clean Lester took his hand back and sat down opposite Becker.
"Dig in."
Becker and Lester both reached for pieces of fruit, dipping them in the yoghurt and popping them into their mouth.
"It's very good."
"Thank you."
Connor lay, trying not to move while Lester and Becker made light conversation. His mouth ached from the effort of holding onto the strawberry without biting too hard. He tried to relax his mind, the blindfold helping to let him drift into himself and find his subspace. The feeling of the fruit being slowly removed from his back was calming and Lester and Becker's chatter was soothing.
Becker popped a bit of pineapple into his mouth and looked at Connor again. "What's he eating?"
"He hasn't had anything yet. Do you have any ideas?"
"I do as a matter of fact." Becker stood and walked to the head of the table. He gripped the top of the strawberry with one hand while the other released his cock from the confines of his boxers.
"Open," he commanded.
Connor was lost in his own thoughts and didn't respond straight away. Lester reached over and slapped his arse again, catching the end of the butt plug with his fingers. "He said open."
Connor yelped at the slap and his mouth opened. Becker pulled the strawberry out and threaded his hand into Connor's hair. He pulled his head back, stretching his neck. The angle wasn't great, but leaning forwards Becker could get the tip of his cock into Connor's mouth. Connor closed his lips around him and started to suck, relishing having something in his mouth other than the strawberry.
Becker used one hand to hold Connor's head in place, pulling a little harder on his hair than strictly necessary, and the other to work his shaft while Connor sucked and used his tongue expertly on the head. Lester continued to dip and eat fruit while he sat and watched appreciatively. Becker’s face was a mask of concentration as he pumped his cock into Connor’s mouth, trying to chase a quick orgasm.
Lester considered making him stop, hold off, wait until later, but decided that he’d like to see him spill into Connor’s mouth while he ate. He watched as Becker’s breathing grew shallow, pants escaping his mouth as his hand pumped harder. He could see Connor working his mouth and knew that he was having to try hard to keep quiet. Then Becker grunted and thrust his hips forward and Lester pushed a hand against his own erection as he saw Becker come and Connor swallow desperately, trying to contain it all.
Becker stopped with a pant and pulled out of Connor’s mouth. He released his grip on Connor’s hair and patted his head. “You can have your strawberry back now.”
Connor bit back a whimper and took a second to try to stretch his aching jaw muscles before the strawberry was pushed into his mouth again. Becker wondered how it would taste with his come still on Connor’s tongue.
Becker tucked himself back into his boxers and resumed his seat at the table. He plucked up one of the last remaining pieces of fruit, dipped it into the yoghurt and popped it into his mouth, grinning at Lester. “This is my kind of breakfast.”
Lester smiled and popped the last piece of mango into his mouth. "I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it. And as you bore the brunt of the boy's games yesterday, I have decided to turn him over to you for the day. What else do you think you might like to do?"
Becker paused, but only for a moment. "I want to make him scream."
Connor whimpered and bit the strawberry in half.
Connor found himself bent over the short side of the dining table. A folded towel rested between his belly and groin and the hard wood. A strap ran from the cuff that now adorned his right wrist, under the table and attached to the matching cuff on the left wrist.
The strap was pulled tight, spreading his arms almost uncomfortably wide and holding him firmly down against the table. His legs were spread apart, each ankle now tied to a table leg.
He had been allowed to use the bathroom and instructed to clean himself inside and out. He had no idea what was in store for him and as he heard movement behind him he had no way of telling what had just been brought in from the bedroom.
"You know why we're doing this don't you, boy? You may answer," said Lester.
"Yes, sir. Because I teased you both yesterday, sir."
"Do you admit you were particularly cruel to Becker?"
"Yes, sir."
"So do you agree that it is fitting he gets to choose and mete out your punishment?"
Connor's voice nearly failed him but he swallowed and gave the answer he knew was expected of him. "Yes, sir."
"And what is it that Becker has decided to do to you?'
"He has rightly decided to make me scream, sir."
"Good answer, boy. It’s good to see you taking responsibility for your actions and subsequent punishment. Here are the rules. Connor, given that Becker wants to hear you scream there are no limitations on the noise you may make or what you can say. I suggest that you bear in mind, however, that any protests will not be listened to and inappropriate comments could add to your punishment. You may also come whenever and however you like, there is no restriction. But our actions will not cease just because you have come. Is that all understood?"
Connor swallowed a knot of tension. "Yes, sir."
"Good boy. Becker, your only restriction is that you may not fuck him until I give you permission. However, you may use plugs, dildos, hands or mouth in or on him should you wish to. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Connor, repeat your safe word."
“Jack.”
“Good boy. Becker, he’s all yours.”
Connor’s stomach clenched at the words, but his already hard cock responded by seeming to throb harder as it hung between the towel and his spread legs.
He braced himself for what was going to come next. What he didn't expect to happen was for two warm hands to start gently caressing his arse. A finger slid down his crack, lingering and teasing at his hole before carrying on down until a hand cupped his balls.
They too were treated with care, squeezed gently, and rolled around in the soldier's large hand. Connor let out a soft moan at the sensations. After yesterday and this morning he was desperate to be touched, desperate to come.
The hand moved lower still, running down his cock in one long stroke. Connor groaned now, finally getting the sensation he craved. But he knew it would stop, knew that this was all part of the torture, part of the punishment. He knew Becker would get him close and then take it away again.
Becker's hand stroked again, his fingertips brushing over the head of Connor's cock. His strokes became firmer, more definite, his meaning clear. Connor continued to make his noises of pleasure, anticipating the moment it would all stop, trying not to let himself get too close.
"What's the matter, pretty boy? Don’t you want to come?"
"Yes," Connor groaned out.
"Then come for me, pretty boy. Fuck my hand and come for me."
"Oh god!" Connor cried out and his body jerked in his bonds as he came hard, a day's frustration bursting out of him.
"Good boy." Becker crooned, milking Connor's cock through his orgasm, to the point of discomfort. Then he released him. Much of Connor's come had shot onto the towel, but some coated Becker's hand. He leaned over Connor’s body and held his hand to the other man's lips.
"Clean me."
Connor's tongue came out and he licked Becker's hand clean, taking up every last drop of himself that was presented to him.
Then the hand was taken away and Becker's body lifted off his again. Connor heard movement behind him and then a hand was back on his arse again. This time fingers spread his cheeks and held them apart. Something cold and hard pressed against his opening and started to push in. Connor's body moved involuntarily against the intrusion but had nowhere to go. He tried to wriggle as Becker pushed and twisted, forcing the tapered butt plug into his body. It was bigger than the one this morning and although it was well-lubed, he was not and he'd had no further preparation. He panted and tried to relax his body to let it in; he knew that Becker was not going to let up.
The plug got wider and still Becker pushed it in, stretching him almost unbearably. Then Connor finally felt the widest part pass the tightest outer ring of muscle and his body instinctively clamped shut, clenching around the neck of the plug. He felt uncomfortably full and he continued to breathe heavily, trying to adjust to the feeling. But Becker wasn't finished. He continued to tug at, push and twist the plug, sensations flooding Connor's body. The plug twisted and nudged against his prostate and Connor yelped as a sharp tap against the plug sent sparks through his body.
"Not quite a scream, pretty boy, but it's a reasonable start. Let's see what more we can manage."
Suddenly Becker's hand was between his legs again, gently playing with his balls and dick again, a sharp contrast to the attention still being paid to the plug. Connor groaned as he felt himself start to harden again under the touch. Connor's mind battled with itself; the pleasure Becker's clever fingers were giving him conflicted with the pain in his arse as the soldier continued to twist and push. It wasn't long before Connor's cock was hard again and he moaned as Becker worked his body, building him closer and closer to a second orgasm. His head spun and his body hummed as he started to come again, his arse clenching even tighter against the plug. A cry was wrenched from him as Becker continued to work his now over-sensitive cock while simultaneously pushing and pulling at the plug which was meeting even more resistance.
Lester was watching with amusement. It was a way even he hadn't thought of using to try to break Connor before making the boy come so much that it would hurt. Lester rather thought that he could enjoy watching this for some time.
Becker released Connor, finally satisfied that Connor had reached the end of his orgasm and its aftershocks. Connor panted, his body tingling, hoping that the plug would now be removed. He felt Becker move away from him and his heart sank, knowing that he was stuck with it for a while.
"You know, Connor," Becker said conversationally from behind him, "as delicious as all these noises are, I have yet to really hear you scream. So I think I need to move things up a step."
Connor's mind whirled and then he heard a snap behind him and his eyes opened wide. The sound was distinctly Becker pulling the leather strap taut. The strap was a long piece of leather, folded in half, secured together at the end and with a wrist strap attached. It hit the skin with a loud thwack and stung like hell, but did no lasting damage. Connor tried to relax his body, but his hands clenched despite his attempts. He braced himself for the first blow.
When it came, the leather connected with his arse with less power than he had expected and Connor knew that Becker was just warming up. Even so it stung and Connor bit back the cry that tried to surface. He didn't want to give Becker the satisfaction of breaking him so quickly.
But Becker quickly fell into his stride. He continued to rain blows down on Connor's arse in a slow but steady rhythm, vicious red stripes appearing across his skin. The strikes became harder and Connor's body hummed with pain. Before he could help himself he was crying out with each blow. His mind started to blank and he disappeared into himself. His body responded automatically and a litany of yelps and cries streamed from his mouth as the blows fell, the vivid red marks overlapping.
Lester palmed his cock as he watched. He saw Connor give in and slip into subspace. His eyes had glazed over and his body had gone limp. Watching him let go as the pain over took him made Lester's stomach heavy with need. He could see Becker's need growing. He knew Becker wouldn't be able to wait much longer before he took Connor hard and fast.
Becker's blows began to slow down as Connor's cries still rang in the air. Becker finally stilled, his arm hanging by his side. He looked hungrily at Connor's red skin, the butt plug still in place. Connor whimpered and fought to catch his breath, his mind floating happily, his body alive with pain. He felt Becker's hands gently caress his skin and he hissed in a breath.
"You sounded good, Connor, I liked to hear you that, hear you cry out in pain for me like that." Becker stooped and pulled at the straps holding Connor's legs to the table, releasing them. Then he moved around and unclipped the straps where they were attached to the cuffs on Connor's wrists. Connor started to focus on what was happening and pulled his arms towards his body, relaxing the stretched muscles.
"I want to see more of you now so we’re going to move. But I promise that you will be screaming for me again soon. Stand up."
Connor stood and winced as he straightened, the plug shifting uncomfortably inside him. He stumbled slightly and Becker shot out an arm to steady him.
"It was only the strap, Connor. You can do better than that." Lester's voice came from behind them.
Connor turned to look at him and saw naked lust in Lester's eyes. He looked again at Becker and saw the same look there. It made his stomach flip. He stood straight and disengaged himself from Becker's hold. "I'm fine, thank you, sir."
"How is your punishment so far? Is Becker doing well?"
"He's doing very well, sir. He is giving me the punishment I deserve, sir."
"Another good answer, boy. You are doing very well today. It’s a pity you can't behave this well all the time then these things wouldn't be necessary, would they?"
"No, sir."
“Does he deserve to be able to fuck you soon, do you think?”
“Yes, sir. He deserves to be able to do whatever he pleases with my body, sir.”
Lester looked back to Becker with a look that questioned his next move. Becker gave him a smirk and linked his fingers through Connor's collar. "With me."
Lester took a second to try to calm himself down as Becker led the way out of the kitchen and Connor stumbled after him. He wasn't prepared to give either of them the satisfaction of coming in his fucking hand at their antics.
When he finally followed them into the bedroom, Becker was naked and lying on the bed. He was lazily stroking his cock and looking at Connor who was standing in the middle of the room trying to avoid eye contact and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Lester wandered in and headed for the chair.
"Before you sit down, James, do you fancy helping Connor out over there? He seems to be having a little trouble standing still."
Lester raised an eyebrow at Becker but headed to Connor. He gripped the base of the butt plug, feeling the heat coming off his abused skin. He gave it a little tug and Connor squeaked in response.
“Is this causing you some problems there, Connor? Would you like some relief from this big thing in your arse?” He leant close and spoke directly into Connor’s ear, looking at Becker as he did. “However, I don’t think it will be long before you have something else inside you. Do you want him now, Becker? Connor himself seems to think you deserve it.”
“Yes,” Becker growled out, dispensing with his usual formalities with Lester.
Lester twisted and pulled at the plug, easing it out of his body. Connor bit his lip as the widest part stretched him again. And then he started to breathe more easily as the large plug exited his body.
“All yours,” Lester said and stepped away, back towards the chair.
“Here,” Becker directed Connor. “Ride me.”
Connor climbed onto the bed and straddled Becker’s hips. Becker released his cock and slid his hands under his head. He watched as Connor lined himself up and then slid down his cock. Connor winced as his tender skin connected with Becker’s thighs.
“Move,” Becker instructed.
Connor started to do as he was told. He moved up and down the length of Becker’s cock. He rose slowly before lowering himself more firmly, ensuring that he was fully seated again each time despite the pain. His cock started to fill and stiffen as he moved and he tipped his head back, groaning with an overload of sensation.
“Touch yourself,” Becker ordered.
Connor lowered his head and looked down at him, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Do it. Make yourself come. I am not coming until you have, so if you’re sore now, it’s only going to get worse. Do it.”
Connor groaned but wrapped a hand around his cock. He started to pump himself as firmly as he dared, still sensitive from his two recent orgasms. But his body craved more despite his discomfort and he started to fuck himself on Becker with earnest. He knew Becker would be watching as he writhed above of him but he was too far gone to put on anymore of a display than his urgent need to come. Connor’s was skin flushed with pleasure, a sheen of sweat covering his skin. His face was a mask of concentration as pleasure and pain battled in his mind and he desperately chased his orgasm, wanting it to be over.
Connor began to pant and release guttural little groans. Becker’s hips started to rise to meet his movements. Connor could feel himself getting closer and he barked a warning at Becker before coming, splattering Becker’s stomach. Becker’s hands suddenly came up and gripped Connor’s hips. He started to thrust up in earnest, pushing hard into Connor’s tired body as it bounced on top of him. With a strangled moan he came, pulsing into Connor’s arse.
Becker released Connor and he slumped forwards, boneless. Before either of them had a chance to move, hands were on Connor’s hips from behind, lifting him off Becker’s spent cock. Connor whimpered as he was shifted onto his hands and knees and Lester's cock slid easily into his body.
As Lester started to fuck Connor, making him moan an almost incomprehensible stream of half protests, Becker gathered himself and carefully extracted himself from under the pair and collapsed on the bed next to them. Lester panted as he pushed unrelentingly into Connor’s pliant body.
“If you can get hard again by the time I’m done, you can fuck him again.”
“No, please,” Connor whimpered, but as he had been promised his cries fell on deaf ears. Lester continued to thrust into Connor’s body, his need for release driven by the frustration of watching his boys play. Connor continued to whimper under him, trembling as he tried to hold his body up.
Becker’s hand wandered to his cock, trying to coax it back into interest. Connor’s cries became more pitiful as Lester used him, the skin of his arse smarting more each time Lester thrust into him. Lester started to grip Connor’s hips even tighter, close to orgasm and with a final snap of his hips he started to come, his fluids mixing with Becker’s in Connor’s body.
Lester stayed where he was, panting from his exertions, keeping his grip on Connor’s hips. Connor’s arms finally gave out on him and he collapsed down onto his elbows. Lester finally looked over at Becker.
“Well, I see you managed it.”
Becker grinned wickedly and got to his knees. Lester withdrew from Connor’s body and moved to one side, letting Becker take his place. Connor’s head was buried in the duvet. He was whimpering almost incoherently now, a litany of “please” and “no” and “can’t take any more” being muttered into the bed. But the word “Jack” was never uttered and so Becker pushed back inside once more.
He started moving, changing angles experimentally until Connor’s body jerked underneath him. He gave a grunt of satisfaction knowing that he had found his prostate. Becker kept his strokes steady and even, making sure he hit it each time. Connor was almost sobbing into the bed, but the sensations inside him won out once more and he groaned as his cock started to harden once more. His hand slid almost involuntarily under his body until he was touching himself, jerking in time with Becker’s movements.
Connor’s whimpers started to take on a different tone and Becker increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, pushing hard against Connor’s prostate. The whimpers turned to cries and Becker bit his lip and with his last ounce of strength pounded even harder. Connor’s body tensed in his grasp and with a scream that spoke of pain as much as pleasure Connor came again.
All his strength went in that second and he collapsed, Becker no longer able to support him. But Connor’s scream had been the last straw for Becker. As Connor fell to the bed Becker’s orgasm hit him. He quickly brought his hand to his cock and one stroke finished him off, come spurting onto Connor’s boneless, panting body beneath him.
Connor drifted, his body limp but buzzing, his mind far away. He became vaguely aware of hands on his body and he moaned but didn’t resist as the hands sat him up and slid him off the bed. He was gently hoisted to his feet and he leant heavily on supportive arms as he was led to the shower.
The warm water felt good on his skin and he let his weight be transferred between Lester and Becker as they gently washed him. The feel of having his body cleansed was soothing and he let himself continue to drift with the sensations. Becker and Lester caressed as they washed, dropping kisses to his face, head, neck and shoulders as they did.
The water was turned off once he was clean and Connor was urged from the shower and into a large towel. He was dried and then wrapped in a soft blanket. Lester’s arm came around his waist and Connor leant his head onto his shoulder. He was led into the lounge and Lester transferred him into Becker’s embrace on the sofa before heading into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
The rest of the day was a blissful blur of eating, dozing and being held close as Becker and Lester cared for their much abused pet.
Chapter 12
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 4,333 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 woke naturally, a nice change from having an alarm go off. Connor and Lester were still sleeping, and Becker could have happily lain in bed, enjoying the heat of the body next to him until the time came for Connor to start their day in the customary way. But his bladder had different ideas. He slipped quietly out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Once the door had shut behind him he eyed the shower speculatively. May as well take the opportunity.
When he stepped back out a short time later he found the bed empty. Frowning, Becker pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. Wandering into the kitchen/dining room he stopped short. Connor lay on his stomach lengthways on the dining table. His hands were bound behind his back and he was blindfolded. Getting closer he noticed the base of a butt plug sticking out of his arse.
"Ah, Becker, good morning. Thought we could enjoy a nice leisurely breakfast," Lester said, turning to look at Becker over his shoulder. He was standing at the worktop slicing fruit and continued to chop as Becker approached the table.
"What exactly is on the menu?"
"Yoghurt and fruit. That is just the table."
"Table?" Connor asked.
Lester left the worktop and walked over to Connor, slapping him hard on the arse. Then he held a strawberry out.
"Open your mouth," he commanded. Connor did so and Lester slipped the strawberry between his lips. "Close gently. Tables do not talk. If this strawberry comes out of your mouth or the skin is broken you are in serious trouble. Understand?"
Connor nodded and gripped the fruit gently between his teeth. Lester returned to the counter and resumed his slicing.
"Take a seat, Becker, make yourself comfortable. And see that the table behaves himself while I finish."
Becker pulled out a chair on one of the long sides of the table and sat down, casting his eyes along the length of Connor's body. Shortly Lester walked back over and placed a bowl of Greek yoghurt mixed with honey into the small of Connor's back just above his bound hands. Connor flinched as the cold bowl touched his skin. Lester went back and carried the chopping board over. He placed sliced mango, strawberries and pineapple over the remaining flesh of Connor's back.
Setting the chopping board down, Lester regarded his now sticky fingers. He held his hand out across the table towards Becker. Becker smiled and took hold of his hand, sucking each fruit flavour digit into his mouth and savouring the taste and feel. Once he was clean Lester took his hand back and sat down opposite Becker.
"Dig in."
Becker and Lester both reached for pieces of fruit, dipping them in the yoghurt and popping them into their mouth.
"It's very good."
"Thank you."
Connor lay, trying not to move while Lester and Becker made light conversation. His mouth ached from the effort of holding onto the strawberry without biting too hard. He tried to relax his mind, the blindfold helping to let him drift into himself and find his subspace. The feeling of the fruit being slowly removed from his back was calming and Lester and Becker's chatter was soothing.
Becker popped a bit of pineapple into his mouth and looked at Connor again. "What's he eating?"
"He hasn't had anything yet. Do you have any ideas?"
"I do as a matter of fact." Becker stood and walked to the head of the table. He gripped the top of the strawberry with one hand while the other released his cock from the confines of his boxers.
"Open," he commanded.
Connor was lost in his own thoughts and didn't respond straight away. Lester reached over and slapped his arse again, catching the end of the butt plug with his fingers. "He said open."
Connor yelped at the slap and his mouth opened. Becker pulled the strawberry out and threaded his hand into Connor's hair. He pulled his head back, stretching his neck. The angle wasn't great, but leaning forwards Becker could get the tip of his cock into Connor's mouth. Connor closed his lips around him and started to suck, relishing having something in his mouth other than the strawberry.
Becker used one hand to hold Connor's head in place, pulling a little harder on his hair than strictly necessary, and the other to work his shaft while Connor sucked and used his tongue expertly on the head. Lester continued to dip and eat fruit while he sat and watched appreciatively. Becker’s face was a mask of concentration as he pumped his cock into Connor’s mouth, trying to chase a quick orgasm.
Lester considered making him stop, hold off, wait until later, but decided that he’d like to see him spill into Connor’s mouth while he ate. He watched as Becker’s breathing grew shallow, pants escaping his mouth as his hand pumped harder. He could see Connor working his mouth and knew that he was having to try hard to keep quiet. Then Becker grunted and thrust his hips forward and Lester pushed a hand against his own erection as he saw Becker come and Connor swallow desperately, trying to contain it all.
Becker stopped with a pant and pulled out of Connor’s mouth. He released his grip on Connor’s hair and patted his head. “You can have your strawberry back now.”
Connor bit back a whimper and took a second to try to stretch his aching jaw muscles before the strawberry was pushed into his mouth again. Becker wondered how it would taste with his come still on Connor’s tongue.
Becker tucked himself back into his boxers and resumed his seat at the table. He plucked up one of the last remaining pieces of fruit, dipped it into the yoghurt and popped it into his mouth, grinning at Lester. “This is my kind of breakfast.”
Lester smiled and popped the last piece of mango into his mouth. "I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it. And as you bore the brunt of the boy's games yesterday, I have decided to turn him over to you for the day. What else do you think you might like to do?"
Becker paused, but only for a moment. "I want to make him scream."
Connor whimpered and bit the strawberry in half.
Connor found himself bent over the short side of the dining table. A folded towel rested between his belly and groin and the hard wood. A strap ran from the cuff that now adorned his right wrist, under the table and attached to the matching cuff on the left wrist.
The strap was pulled tight, spreading his arms almost uncomfortably wide and holding him firmly down against the table. His legs were spread apart, each ankle now tied to a table leg.
He had been allowed to use the bathroom and instructed to clean himself inside and out. He had no idea what was in store for him and as he heard movement behind him he had no way of telling what had just been brought in from the bedroom.
"You know why we're doing this don't you, boy? You may answer," said Lester.
"Yes, sir. Because I teased you both yesterday, sir."
"Do you admit you were particularly cruel to Becker?"
"Yes, sir."
"So do you agree that it is fitting he gets to choose and mete out your punishment?"
Connor's voice nearly failed him but he swallowed and gave the answer he knew was expected of him. "Yes, sir."
"And what is it that Becker has decided to do to you?'
"He has rightly decided to make me scream, sir."
"Good answer, boy. It’s good to see you taking responsibility for your actions and subsequent punishment. Here are the rules. Connor, given that Becker wants to hear you scream there are no limitations on the noise you may make or what you can say. I suggest that you bear in mind, however, that any protests will not be listened to and inappropriate comments could add to your punishment. You may also come whenever and however you like, there is no restriction. But our actions will not cease just because you have come. Is that all understood?"
Connor swallowed a knot of tension. "Yes, sir."
"Good boy. Becker, your only restriction is that you may not fuck him until I give you permission. However, you may use plugs, dildos, hands or mouth in or on him should you wish to. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Connor, repeat your safe word."
“Jack.”
“Good boy. Becker, he’s all yours.”
Connor’s stomach clenched at the words, but his already hard cock responded by seeming to throb harder as it hung between the towel and his spread legs.
He braced himself for what was going to come next. What he didn't expect to happen was for two warm hands to start gently caressing his arse. A finger slid down his crack, lingering and teasing at his hole before carrying on down until a hand cupped his balls.
They too were treated with care, squeezed gently, and rolled around in the soldier's large hand. Connor let out a soft moan at the sensations. After yesterday and this morning he was desperate to be touched, desperate to come.
The hand moved lower still, running down his cock in one long stroke. Connor groaned now, finally getting the sensation he craved. But he knew it would stop, knew that this was all part of the torture, part of the punishment. He knew Becker would get him close and then take it away again.
Becker's hand stroked again, his fingertips brushing over the head of Connor's cock. His strokes became firmer, more definite, his meaning clear. Connor continued to make his noises of pleasure, anticipating the moment it would all stop, trying not to let himself get too close.
"What's the matter, pretty boy? Don’t you want to come?"
"Yes," Connor groaned out.
"Then come for me, pretty boy. Fuck my hand and come for me."
"Oh god!" Connor cried out and his body jerked in his bonds as he came hard, a day's frustration bursting out of him.
"Good boy." Becker crooned, milking Connor's cock through his orgasm, to the point of discomfort. Then he released him. Much of Connor's come had shot onto the towel, but some coated Becker's hand. He leaned over Connor’s body and held his hand to the other man's lips.
"Clean me."
Connor's tongue came out and he licked Becker's hand clean, taking up every last drop of himself that was presented to him.
Then the hand was taken away and Becker's body lifted off his again. Connor heard movement behind him and then a hand was back on his arse again. This time fingers spread his cheeks and held them apart. Something cold and hard pressed against his opening and started to push in. Connor's body moved involuntarily against the intrusion but had nowhere to go. He tried to wriggle as Becker pushed and twisted, forcing the tapered butt plug into his body. It was bigger than the one this morning and although it was well-lubed, he was not and he'd had no further preparation. He panted and tried to relax his body to let it in; he knew that Becker was not going to let up.
The plug got wider and still Becker pushed it in, stretching him almost unbearably. Then Connor finally felt the widest part pass the tightest outer ring of muscle and his body instinctively clamped shut, clenching around the neck of the plug. He felt uncomfortably full and he continued to breathe heavily, trying to adjust to the feeling. But Becker wasn't finished. He continued to tug at, push and twist the plug, sensations flooding Connor's body. The plug twisted and nudged against his prostate and Connor yelped as a sharp tap against the plug sent sparks through his body.
"Not quite a scream, pretty boy, but it's a reasonable start. Let's see what more we can manage."
Suddenly Becker's hand was between his legs again, gently playing with his balls and dick again, a sharp contrast to the attention still being paid to the plug. Connor groaned as he felt himself start to harden again under the touch. Connor's mind battled with itself; the pleasure Becker's clever fingers were giving him conflicted with the pain in his arse as the soldier continued to twist and push. It wasn't long before Connor's cock was hard again and he moaned as Becker worked his body, building him closer and closer to a second orgasm. His head spun and his body hummed as he started to come again, his arse clenching even tighter against the plug. A cry was wrenched from him as Becker continued to work his now over-sensitive cock while simultaneously pushing and pulling at the plug which was meeting even more resistance.
Lester was watching with amusement. It was a way even he hadn't thought of using to try to break Connor before making the boy come so much that it would hurt. Lester rather thought that he could enjoy watching this for some time.
Becker released Connor, finally satisfied that Connor had reached the end of his orgasm and its aftershocks. Connor panted, his body tingling, hoping that the plug would now be removed. He felt Becker move away from him and his heart sank, knowing that he was stuck with it for a while.
"You know, Connor," Becker said conversationally from behind him, "as delicious as all these noises are, I have yet to really hear you scream. So I think I need to move things up a step."
Connor's mind whirled and then he heard a snap behind him and his eyes opened wide. The sound was distinctly Becker pulling the leather strap taut. The strap was a long piece of leather, folded in half, secured together at the end and with a wrist strap attached. It hit the skin with a loud thwack and stung like hell, but did no lasting damage. Connor tried to relax his body, but his hands clenched despite his attempts. He braced himself for the first blow.
When it came, the leather connected with his arse with less power than he had expected and Connor knew that Becker was just warming up. Even so it stung and Connor bit back the cry that tried to surface. He didn't want to give Becker the satisfaction of breaking him so quickly.
But Becker quickly fell into his stride. He continued to rain blows down on Connor's arse in a slow but steady rhythm, vicious red stripes appearing across his skin. The strikes became harder and Connor's body hummed with pain. Before he could help himself he was crying out with each blow. His mind started to blank and he disappeared into himself. His body responded automatically and a litany of yelps and cries streamed from his mouth as the blows fell, the vivid red marks overlapping.
Lester palmed his cock as he watched. He saw Connor give in and slip into subspace. His eyes had glazed over and his body had gone limp. Watching him let go as the pain over took him made Lester's stomach heavy with need. He could see Becker's need growing. He knew Becker wouldn't be able to wait much longer before he took Connor hard and fast.
Becker's blows began to slow down as Connor's cries still rang in the air. Becker finally stilled, his arm hanging by his side. He looked hungrily at Connor's red skin, the butt plug still in place. Connor whimpered and fought to catch his breath, his mind floating happily, his body alive with pain. He felt Becker's hands gently caress his skin and he hissed in a breath.
"You sounded good, Connor, I liked to hear you that, hear you cry out in pain for me like that." Becker stooped and pulled at the straps holding Connor's legs to the table, releasing them. Then he moved around and unclipped the straps where they were attached to the cuffs on Connor's wrists. Connor started to focus on what was happening and pulled his arms towards his body, relaxing the stretched muscles.
"I want to see more of you now so we’re going to move. But I promise that you will be screaming for me again soon. Stand up."
Connor stood and winced as he straightened, the plug shifting uncomfortably inside him. He stumbled slightly and Becker shot out an arm to steady him.
"It was only the strap, Connor. You can do better than that." Lester's voice came from behind them.
Connor turned to look at him and saw naked lust in Lester's eyes. He looked again at Becker and saw the same look there. It made his stomach flip. He stood straight and disengaged himself from Becker's hold. "I'm fine, thank you, sir."
"How is your punishment so far? Is Becker doing well?"
"He's doing very well, sir. He is giving me the punishment I deserve, sir."
"Another good answer, boy. You are doing very well today. It’s a pity you can't behave this well all the time then these things wouldn't be necessary, would they?"
"No, sir."
“Does he deserve to be able to fuck you soon, do you think?”
“Yes, sir. He deserves to be able to do whatever he pleases with my body, sir.”
Lester looked back to Becker with a look that questioned his next move. Becker gave him a smirk and linked his fingers through Connor's collar. "With me."
Lester took a second to try to calm himself down as Becker led the way out of the kitchen and Connor stumbled after him. He wasn't prepared to give either of them the satisfaction of coming in his fucking hand at their antics.
When he finally followed them into the bedroom, Becker was naked and lying on the bed. He was lazily stroking his cock and looking at Connor who was standing in the middle of the room trying to avoid eye contact and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Lester wandered in and headed for the chair.
"Before you sit down, James, do you fancy helping Connor out over there? He seems to be having a little trouble standing still."
Lester raised an eyebrow at Becker but headed to Connor. He gripped the base of the butt plug, feeling the heat coming off his abused skin. He gave it a little tug and Connor squeaked in response.
“Is this causing you some problems there, Connor? Would you like some relief from this big thing in your arse?” He leant close and spoke directly into Connor’s ear, looking at Becker as he did. “However, I don’t think it will be long before you have something else inside you. Do you want him now, Becker? Connor himself seems to think you deserve it.”
“Yes,” Becker growled out, dispensing with his usual formalities with Lester.
Lester twisted and pulled at the plug, easing it out of his body. Connor bit his lip as the widest part stretched him again. And then he started to breathe more easily as the large plug exited his body.
“All yours,” Lester said and stepped away, back towards the chair.
“Here,” Becker directed Connor. “Ride me.”
Connor climbed onto the bed and straddled Becker’s hips. Becker released his cock and slid his hands under his head. He watched as Connor lined himself up and then slid down his cock. Connor winced as his tender skin connected with Becker’s thighs.
“Move,” Becker instructed.
Connor started to do as he was told. He moved up and down the length of Becker’s cock. He rose slowly before lowering himself more firmly, ensuring that he was fully seated again each time despite the pain. His cock started to fill and stiffen as he moved and he tipped his head back, groaning with an overload of sensation.
“Touch yourself,” Becker ordered.
Connor lowered his head and looked down at him, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Do it. Make yourself come. I am not coming until you have, so if you’re sore now, it’s only going to get worse. Do it.”
Connor groaned but wrapped a hand around his cock. He started to pump himself as firmly as he dared, still sensitive from his two recent orgasms. But his body craved more despite his discomfort and he started to fuck himself on Becker with earnest. He knew Becker would be watching as he writhed above of him but he was too far gone to put on anymore of a display than his urgent need to come. Connor’s was skin flushed with pleasure, a sheen of sweat covering his skin. His face was a mask of concentration as pleasure and pain battled in his mind and he desperately chased his orgasm, wanting it to be over.
Connor began to pant and release guttural little groans. Becker’s hips started to rise to meet his movements. Connor could feel himself getting closer and he barked a warning at Becker before coming, splattering Becker’s stomach. Becker’s hands suddenly came up and gripped Connor’s hips. He started to thrust up in earnest, pushing hard into Connor’s tired body as it bounced on top of him. With a strangled moan he came, pulsing into Connor’s arse.
Becker released Connor and he slumped forwards, boneless. Before either of them had a chance to move, hands were on Connor’s hips from behind, lifting him off Becker’s spent cock. Connor whimpered as he was shifted onto his hands and knees and Lester's cock slid easily into his body.
As Lester started to fuck Connor, making him moan an almost incomprehensible stream of half protests, Becker gathered himself and carefully extracted himself from under the pair and collapsed on the bed next to them. Lester panted as he pushed unrelentingly into Connor’s pliant body.
“If you can get hard again by the time I’m done, you can fuck him again.”
“No, please,” Connor whimpered, but as he had been promised his cries fell on deaf ears. Lester continued to thrust into Connor’s body, his need for release driven by the frustration of watching his boys play. Connor continued to whimper under him, trembling as he tried to hold his body up.
Becker’s hand wandered to his cock, trying to coax it back into interest. Connor’s cries became more pitiful as Lester used him, the skin of his arse smarting more each time Lester thrust into him. Lester started to grip Connor’s hips even tighter, close to orgasm and with a final snap of his hips he started to come, his fluids mixing with Becker’s in Connor’s body.
Lester stayed where he was, panting from his exertions, keeping his grip on Connor’s hips. Connor’s arms finally gave out on him and he collapsed down onto his elbows. Lester finally looked over at Becker.
“Well, I see you managed it.”
Becker grinned wickedly and got to his knees. Lester withdrew from Connor’s body and moved to one side, letting Becker take his place. Connor’s head was buried in the duvet. He was whimpering almost incoherently now, a litany of “please” and “no” and “can’t take any more” being muttered into the bed. But the word “Jack” was never uttered and so Becker pushed back inside once more.
He started moving, changing angles experimentally until Connor’s body jerked underneath him. He gave a grunt of satisfaction knowing that he had found his prostate. Becker kept his strokes steady and even, making sure he hit it each time. Connor was almost sobbing into the bed, but the sensations inside him won out once more and he groaned as his cock started to harden once more. His hand slid almost involuntarily under his body until he was touching himself, jerking in time with Becker’s movements.
Connor’s whimpers started to take on a different tone and Becker increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, pushing hard against Connor’s prostate. The whimpers turned to cries and Becker bit his lip and with his last ounce of strength pounded even harder. Connor’s body tensed in his grasp and with a scream that spoke of pain as much as pleasure Connor came again.
All his strength went in that second and he collapsed, Becker no longer able to support him. But Connor’s scream had been the last straw for Becker. As Connor fell to the bed Becker’s orgasm hit him. He quickly brought his hand to his cock and one stroke finished him off, come spurting onto Connor’s boneless, panting body beneath him.
Connor drifted, his body limp but buzzing, his mind far away. He became vaguely aware of hands on his body and he moaned but didn’t resist as the hands sat him up and slid him off the bed. He was gently hoisted to his feet and he leant heavily on supportive arms as he was led to the shower.
The warm water felt good on his skin and he let his weight be transferred between Lester and Becker as they gently washed him. The feel of having his body cleansed was soothing and he let himself continue to drift with the sensations. Becker and Lester caressed as they washed, dropping kisses to his face, head, neck and shoulders as they did.
The water was turned off once he was clean and Connor was urged from the shower and into a large towel. He was dried and then wrapped in a soft blanket. Lester’s arm came around his waist and Connor leant his head onto his shoulder. He was led into the lounge and Lester transferred him into Becker’s embrace on the sofa before heading into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
The rest of the day was a blissful blur of eating, dozing and being held close as Becker and Lester cared for their much abused pet.
Chapter 12