Primeval Fanfic: Blackmail
Title: Blackmail
Author: TalliW
Characters: Nick Cutter, James Lester, Tom Ryan
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Summary: Lester knows how to get what he wants.
Warnings: non-consensual sex
AN: Whilst this fic probably doesn’t really qualifies for the rape!Cutter challenge it was certainly inspired by it.
"That does it, Cutter. Since you started working for me I have developed another ulcer and a high affinity to painkillers due to my constant headache. My physician says I should let go of my anger before it sets and boils over one day. I tried Yoga and several other relaxation techniques without success. The only things I found helpful in my situation, beside fantasies of shooting my idiotic employees, are sex or chocolate. My wife is currently with her sister in Baleford and I have already put on a stone from all the sweets."
Cutter looked at the ceiling, bored, as Lester rambled on, his thoughts already with Ryan and how he intended to kiss better the bruise Ryan had gained on his hip because of him.
"...and to end this once and for all I have consulted with some people who are exercising controls as a profession. They have advised me to resort to extremely drastic measures. Unfortunately I had to agree with them that this might be the only way to bring you finally in line with regulations. If you would now kindly direct your attention to the monitor."
Confused, Cutter turned to Lester's computer and gasped in surprise as he saw the recording flicker across the screen.
It had been one of the nights he and his lover had been so keyed up that they'd hurried off to the bunk rooms instead going home.
Cutter watched himself writhing in a mix of pleasure and pain on the bunk bed with a thick piece of ginger root sticking out of his arse between his bent legs. Kneeling next to him was Ryan, in nothing but the black stockings and red pumps he'd nicked from Jenny's locker, and he was spurring him one whilst he was jerking off over Cutter's face.
"Nice show, isn't it? The military has got a lot more open since the nineties but I doubt such footage will go down well with Ryan's superiors. Also the Dean of the CMU will hardly be pleased to see one of his lecturers on the internet in technicolor.
In future you should be more carefully when you stick something in your arse. The whole building is monitored. Now, please remove your trousers. I don't have all day."
Cutter stared dumbfounded at the monitor and then at Lester. He thought he must have misheard.
"Do I have to repeat myself once again? Down with the trousers, Cutter. Immediately! And then bend over the desk. I have already said it seems drastic measures are in order with you. That nice piece of homemade porn is my reassurance you'll play along and you won’t go running to the authorities later. Do we have an understanding?"
Lester pulled a black riding crop out of his desk drawer and rapped it against his thigh.
So Lester wanted to give him a spanking? That was the big thing he'd been building up to discipline him? Cutter was almost amused until he saw Lester's expression whilst Lester swiped the riding crop energetically through the air.
The little spanking he'd tried with Ryan had been more for the fun of it and hadn’t seriously hurt him. But Lester seemed to plan on beating the hell out of him. And currently there was a lot of anger in the man which gave him extra strength.
Resigned, Cutter started on his flies. In the end there wasn't much choice left. Cutter didn't care much what the Dean thought of him but the opinion of his academic colleagues was another matter. And he most certainly wouldn't let Lester ruin Ryan's future.
Of course there was the slim chance that Lester was bluffing. But only six weeks ago he'd seen Lester ruthlessly destroying the reputation of a good lab technician with some well-placed rumours. And that had just been because the man had bragged to a drunken girl in a pub that he was working for a secret institution which hunted dinosaurs.
No, he would take that little spanking if that was all Lester needed to feel in control again. Hopefully it would be over quickly.
Ryan had promised him a sensual massage and a nice slow fuck when he came home. Now his lover would probably have to add putting healing lotion on Nick's abused arse to the list of evening activities.
Cutter clenched his teeth as the rising crop touched his skin for the first time. Who would have thought such a little switch would sting so much?
After the seventh stroke, Cutter was sure his skin would be torn to shreds if Lester continued in the same manner any longer.
How many strokes did Lester intend to give him anyway?
"Lester, how many more? There must be weals by now? Haven’t you got tired of beating me? Or bored?"
"Still not compliant I see," Lester sighed with pretend regret. "Then you give me no other option."
"What do you meaning by... Fuck, you bastard, get your hands off me. That wasn't part of the deal."
"If I remember correctly, there were no conditions we agreed upon, Cutter. Just my treat to make your and Ryan's kinky pastime public if you don't bent over like a nice boy. You didn't have a problem with taking a large ginger root up your arse so you can certainly put up with my cock for a few minutes. With my wife away I haven’t had sex in over two weeks. It will probably be over fairly quickly."
Feeling Lester's hands around his neck, keeping his head in place and at the same time putting pressure on his windpipe with his finger tips told Cutter that Lester wasn't willing to back down. But he couldn't just lay there over Lester's desk and let the man use him like a cheap whore.
Cutter hadn't really expected Lester to increase the pressure on his neck to the point of suffocating. Panting for air, he stilled his struggle and cursed his own stupidity as Lester's fingers only eased a fraction. How had he got himself in this situation?
"Lester, please don't to this. There is no need to go so far. I understand you are fed up with my behaviour but you're not a rapist. I’ve got your message and I promise I will try to conform more to rules in the future. And if you are in need of some company tonight I know a few places and can arrange something for you."
"Nice offer. But not good enough to make up for the damage your constant disrespect has caused to my reputation. I don't want company for the night, Cutter. I only want a fuck, and not from a faceless stranger ,but from the man who is the epitome of academic cockiness and everything else I despise in a human being. And just for the record, it's not rape if you are a willing participant. And you will be willing, won't you? You will spread your legs and beg me to fuck you. Think of Ryan's and your career."
Only Cutter's heavy breathing filled the office as Lester waited with his cock pressed against Cutter's arse cheeks for the man to come to an decision.
Lester knew Cutter would give in. It wasn't the first time he had forced an employee to compliance. They all felt so smart, underestimating him and his ability to manipulate people. A few little lies about his absent wife and his stress level added to the image of the overworked civil servant.
In the end every single one of them had relented and bent to his will. Cutter was just another idiot who had played right into his hands, just like Stephen with his badly concealed guilt trip. It really had paid to take extra classes in psychology.
"All right, but only just this once. Afterwards you will give me the recording. Just promise me there isn't another copy."
Lester gave the promise wholeheartedly. He even intended to keep his word. After all if he should feel the desire to fuck Cutter again there was enough other footage left. At the beginning of their relationship Ryan and Cutter had indulged themselves in the ARC almost daily.
Without warning, Lester drove his cock forwards, not caring that Cutter wasn't prepared or lubed. When he was turned on by power Lester didn't bother with such trivialities. He even enjoyed the spikes of pain shooting through his body as his dry cock pushed through the much too tight opening and scraped against Cutter's inner walls.
"Fuck, that hurts. Do you have to be so rough?"
"Shut up, Cutter. The more you distract me with your wailing the longer it will take."
Lester could hear a sharp intake of breath before he felt Cutter relaxing around him. Almost disappointed, he continued to fuck Cutter's arse with hard thrusts, anxious to avoid giving Cutter any pleasure.
Cutter bit his lips as Lester's cock ripped his arse apart. There wouldn't be any sex with Ryan tonight. Perhaps not even for the rest of the week. Hell, he would be lucky if he could still walk afterwards.
He really hadn't expected Lester to be so brutal. But then the anomaly project was apparently overstraining the man and without the option of relieving tension with his wife he was probably close to exploding. Ryan already got grumpy if he had to go three days without sex.
'Oh God, Ryan.' He couldn't tell his lover about this part of the bargain. Even if he had done it to save their reputation and careers Ryan was too possessive to accept Cutter had offered himself to another man. Although about the spanking he would only grin.
As soon as Lester felt Cutter was elsewhere with his thoughts he stilled inside him.
"Now it's time to beg, Cutter. Show me how much you want it."
Lester pulled out completely and moved back a few steps to have a better view of Cutter's perfomance.
"Go on, tell me you want to be fucked. That you yearn for a nice hard cock in your arse."
When Cutter remained silent, Lester said with a hint of asperity in his voice, "Do it, or our deal is off. I need a little encouragement to finish."
Cutter started hesitantly, almost inaudible.
"Louder!" Lester ordered and Cutter's voice grew in volume.
"Fuck me! I want to feel your hard cock inside me," he rasped.
As Cutter closed his eyes he imagined it was Ryan he was turning on with his words. Ryan loved to hear him get down and dirty.
"Come on, ride me hard, give it to me. Need your hard rod in my arse."
Lester watched with growing excitement how Cutter forgot himself and spilled the obscenities his wife refused to use.
He was back inside Cutter in an instant and fired by Cutter's naughty speech he rammed into Cutter's arse until he shot his load.
"You make a good slut, Cutter," Lester mumbled as he pulled his spent cock out.
Lester's words shattered the illusion Cutter had made up about Ryan. Only shame remained.
Silently Cutter cleaned himself with a hanky and and hiked up his pants and trousers. He didn't meet Lester's eyes when Lester handed him the CD with the record of Cutter's and Ryan's indiscretion.
After Cutter had slunk out of the room, Lester closed the office door. He still had some work to do before he could leave.
A smug smile on his face, Lester fast-forwarded the footage of the camera recording. A few cuts with his video editing software and he'd a nice little movie of slutty Cutter begging for cock.
What would Ryan think of it when he saw that? Perhaps he might send the captain a copy for his next birthday.
Despite his tough public persona, Ryan was easily hurt by the assumed betrayal of a lover and then open for persuasion. A great chance to finally get his hands on the soldier's arse.
Lester left the ARC with a spring in his step and drove home to his dutiful wife and his well-bred children. It was a satisfying feeling to be one of the few people who knew how to exercise power.