The Sex Exploits Of A Curious Clone, Chapter 4: Bondage
Title: The Sex Exploits Of A Curious Clone Part 4
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Nick clone
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.
Chapter 4: Bondage
Lester looked in annoyance at the hasty scribbled report. Danny Quinn was even worse than Cutter had been with his paperwork. The late, original Cutter of course. The clone was surprisingly decent at filling out his reports. Or perhaps not so surprisingly after Lester had ranted about messy papers and the importance of detailed reports dozens of times in front of him.
"Danny's reports again?" The clone had a faint smile on his face as he regarded Lester from the office entrance. "Seems I came at the right moment. You need a break."
"What are you doing?"
Lester was shocked as Nick dragged him to a storage room, stripped him from his clothes within two minutes and bound a yellow scarf around his mouth to muffle his noises. That certainly wasn't what he had meant by a rest period. He should never have agreed to taking a break.
"I thought that was self-explanatory," the clone chuckled and dropped to his knees.
He started with a long swipe from the tip of Lester's cock to the root, prompting Lester's penis to harden instantly. Satisfied with the result, Nick moved lower to nuzzle Lester's balls.
Lester rocked back and forth as Nick lavished the soft skin between his cock and testicles, his earlier complaints long forgotten.
Nick never slowed his ministrations on Lester's groin as his right hand wandered around Lester's arse and between his buttocks.
Whilst he gently licked Lester's balls, he rubbed his fingers gently against Lester's hole.
Feeling the tight ring of muscles clenching in time with Lester's breathing, Nick waited for the right moment and then pushed his forefinger against the opening until he had his fingertip inside.
Startled, Lester jerked away, causing Nick to slip off and scrape the sensitive skin of Lester's balls with his teeth.
Lester hissed briefly then shoved back against Nick's mouth.
Nick stilled his finger and licked carefully about the abused skin at Lester's sac until Lester started to whimper.
"You like this?" Nick asked breathlessly and nipped tentatively at the same place. He was rewarded with a stifled gasp as he pulled the skin between his teeth.
Lester was unable to stand uptight anymore, his legs felt like they would give out every minute.
He quickly shoved the scarf from his mouth and panted, "Please, let me. Can't... Need to sit down."
"Sorry, not going to happen. Either you bear it standing or I will stop."
The clone's muffled voice didn’t sound at all sorry and Lester bit his lips as the clone added, "Now put the scarf back in place and keep your hands at your sides if you want me to continue."
Obediently Lester followed the order and groaned against the scarf as Nick curled his finger inside his anus to brush against his sweet spot.
Lester had to brace himself mentally as Nick trailed kisses up and down the underside of his cock to his sac, then drew each ball into his mouth one after another and finally swallowed both completely.
Pleasure cursed through Lester's body, leaving his cock standing erect and so hard it almost hurt.
Nick released Lester's balls with a pop, making Lester shiver as cold air hit his wet skin. But he hadn't time to complain. Nick didn't wast any time and swiftly took the tip of Lester's cock between his lips.
As Nick suckled on Lester's cockhead with devotion Lester couldn't resist the temptation to grasp Nick's head and snap his hips forwards to get more of his cock into the clone's mouth.
The clone let Lester fuck his mouth for a while but when Lester's trusts got more savage as he neared release he pulled away abruptly.
"Over there, to the desk," Nick rasped hoarsely and fetched a pair of handcuffs out of the back pocket of his trousers.
Lester swallowed drily as the blinking metal dangled from Nick's fingers and looked over to the desk.
The spare desk stood near a filing cabinet with lots of handles so strategically convenient as though someone had put it there for just this purpose.
With a sigh, Lester moved over to the desk. If he wanted release he had to go along with the clone's wishes. Of course he always could wank off as an alternative but that wouldn't be half so rewarding.
"Now you are at my mercy," the clone whispered after he had cuffed Lester's hands to the filing cabinet.
In restraint, and bent over the desk, his arse ready to be mounted, Lester's arousal reached new heights. Every minute someone could come in and see him so completely exposed.
Of course the likelihood that really might happen was slim. The storage room was the last in the line and seldom used. Still a small chance remained.
Lester never would have guessed that thought would excite him so much. He hadn't considered himself an exhibtionist.
"Im going to ride you so hard you will be sore for days, James."
Lester knew the clone was always true to his word. He would have difficulties sitting down tomorrow. But he didn't care about the future right now. He just wished Nick would finally start to fuck him.
Instead he felt Nick's lips caress his backside before pain sizzled along his nerves. Like a hungry animal the clone had bored his teeth into Lester's flesh, leaving a red imprint of his teeth on Lester's right hip.
A moment later Lester's cheeks were parted and Nick's mouth fastened on the skin of his cleft. Doing something so intimate in such a semi-public place excited Lester to the point of bursting. Lester got the feeling he might come any second from only rimming.
"Oh Gawd," Lester gasped against the scarf as Nick circled his hole several times before he pushed the tip of his tongue against the puckered opening, trying to gain entrance.
The pointed tongue flickered against Lester's anus until Lester relaxed enough that Nick was be able to penetrate him; not far but deep enough.
Nick's tongue thrust in and out, probing and widening Lester hole bit by bit.
Lester was at the edge of orgasm when Nick replaced his tongue with his cock. With a fiery thrust Nick slid inside and didn't stop until his balls nestled against Lester's buttocks.
The clone started in a steady rhythm, increasing the force of his trusts with every stroke until Lester rocked fro and back from the impact.
Lester groaned in delight as his erection scrapped over the hard surface of the desk and highlighted his arousal through the mix of pleasure and pain.
When Nick changed the angle and nailed Lester's prostate, Lester came with a shout, spurting on the desk until he was spent.
Nick upped his pace and rode him hard and fast until he exploded inside Lester's tight arse, pumping come deep into Lester's guts.
Lester was panting hard as Nick slumped over his back, his cock still switching inside Lester.
With a groan the clone slowly raised up, his limp cock slipping out of Lester's body.
Carefully removing the scarf from Lester's mouth he said, satisfied, "I knew you would get off on office sex the moment I read about it."
After a snort, Lester pointed out, "We aren't in the office."
"But it’s still close enough that it counts. Didn't think you would let me fuck you in your office with all the glass panels around."
Lester shuddered at the thought of Danny Quinn or one of the other employees seeing him like this or walking in incidentally whilst he got fucked over his own desk. Suddenly the prospect of discovery didn't appear so exciting anymore.
"I guess I should thank you for your consideration then," Lester replied.
Lester's voice had this nice ironic tone the clone loved so much. It turned Nick on every time he heard it and he wished his recuperation rate was fast enough that he could give Lester another heavy pounding right now.
The clones thoughts were interrupted by the emergency signal of his mobile and he scrambled for his clothes.
Lester listened in as Nick took the call.
"I'll be right there. Just a moment," the clone mumbled into the mobile whilst he tried to step into his trousers. He switched his mobile off and pulled his clothes on in what was probably a new record time.
"Where are you going? Unfasten me first," Lester spoke through the fabric of the scarf still fastened around his mouth.
"Sorry, have to go. Danny is stranded with his motorbike a few miles from here. I'll just pick him up. Here untie yourself."
The clone tossed the key onto the desk next to Lester and ran out the door. He didn't hear Lester's angry words any more that he couldn't free himself when his hands were chained together.
'Great,' Lester thought. 'Fucking fantastic.' Now he could wait until Nick came back and in a position which slowly got very uncomfortable.
He was waiting what seemed to be over an hour from what he could see on his wrist watch.
In the meantime Lester had tried pulling open the drawer. Unfortunately it was locked. And he also had tried fetching the key for the handcuffs with his mouth. In the end he only had managed to wrench his neck in the process and the the key had fallen down from the desk. It lay now unreachable on the floor.
Where was the damned clone? He couldn't have forgotten him here, could he?
Lester called Nick all the names in the book until he eventually gave into his exhaustion and closed his eyes.
He didn't know how much time had past when he heard something clatter outside the door. With all his strength he rattled on his cuffs and yelled out. He almost passed out from relief as the door opened and a head poked tentatively through the frame.
"Thanks, mate. Better return now to your loverboy before he sends a search team on your heels," Danny said with a smirk after the clone had helped him load his motorbike from the SUV. Nick had got lost twice on the way to Danny's location and had made a detour of over 30 miles in the end.
Lester walked, sighing, up to his office in the almost empty building. He’d had to give the caretaker a not so small pay raise to buy his silence and in his mind he still heard the man’s chuckle about his predicament.
Of course he would deduct the money from Nick's salary. The clone was responsible for the mess after all.
When Lester sat gingerly down behind his desk, immaculate as ever, to finish the stack of papers due until next day he swore to himself he would stay away from storage rooms and horny clones for a while.