A Fine Brand Of Whisky
Title: A Fine Brand Of Whisky
Author: TalliW
Characters: Oliver Leek, James Lester
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: Leek shares a drink with Lester in his own twisted way
Warnings: Non-con
A/N: Written For the Challenge: teamfest and Challenge: filth, prompt Leek/Lester non-con - now the tables are turned. (Jaynedoll)
"Do you know how much I'd hoped you would offer me a sip of this one," Oliver asked, swiveling the half-full bottle of the Macallan Fine Oak that Lester had stored in his desk drawer for special occasions in front of Lester's face.
Lester was naked and goosebumps had risen on his body from the change of climate in the upper levels.
Three days in a cell with one of Leek's predator had taken most of the fight out of him. Now his body was painted with a brush of red from an array of small cuts and lacerations although the predator had barely touched him, its killing instinct kept in check by the control device connected to his brain.
Leek grinned in satisfaction. The beaten look suited Lester. Gone was the sneer that so often had been directed at him. And for once no witty comment came forth that made him look like an idiot. Lester didn't even dare to raise his eyes to him. His head lowered to the ground, he stood at attention, waiting for his new master's order. Finally he had learnt his lesson.
Leek let his eyes linger on the pale skin of Lester's neck. Lester swallowed reflexively and his chest heaved a little too fast for the calmness and acceptance he tried to project with his submissive posture.
"You even offered Connor a tumbler full that day he finished the ADD. A kid who can't distinguish between single malt and blended let alone apprecciate such a fine brand of whisky. But you never offered it to me. Me who had deserved it the most for putting up with all your detrimental remarks, your bossing around and your sick sense of humour."
Lester hadn't moved but Leek could detect a small bit of defiance in Lester's stance. Maybe it was the way Lester held his shoulders straight, upright, not slumped like the others who had given up completely. The bastard probably still believed he'd had the right to treat him like that.
"The last time you shared a drink with Cutter I swore to myself that one day I would make you pay for your misconduct," Leek continued. "That either you would offer me a drink or I would shove this bottle up your arse. Well, we both know the first never happened."
Leek's voice had been soft, boomingly jovial even. Now it changed into a cold, menacing tone as he ordered, "On your knees, Lester."
A flick of Leek's eyebrow later, Lester was pushed down on the floor by two men who had formerly worked in the ARC's botanic lab.
Leek poured two tumblers of whisky, more full than etiquette dictated, before he crashed the top of the bottle against the edge of Lester's desk, spraying shards and droplets of the expensive whisky all over Lester.
The sharp and spiky edges of the smashed bottle glinted in the artificial light as Leek held it out to Lester, a silent announcement what was about to happen.
"I think it would suit my purpose better if you were bent over the desk. No need to get a kink in my back if there is such a nice table at hand. Mahogany isn't it? You always had exquisite taste."
Lester put up a fight as the former lab assistants hoisted him over the desk and started to pull his legs apart, his self-preservation instinct giving him extra strength and forcing Leek to call in two more men to keep Lester under control.
Slowly, Leek walked around Lester, enjoying the sight of his former boss trembling in fear between the men holding him in place.
With a swift movement, Leek put the broken bottle in the bin and took out an empty, whole bottle of the same brand without Lester noticing the exchange.
Lester gave a gurgling noise as Leek shoved the neck of the bottle against Lester's sphincter and put pressure on until it slipped through the tight ring of muscle.
"Aren't you glad that there was a spare?" Oliver asked with a chuckle as Lester exhaled in relief. "You see, James, I can play mindgames too."
He knew the penetration must hurt but nowhere near as much as it would have done with the broken bottle. He didn't want his new toy damaged behind repair yet.
"I must say you look cute with the bottle sticking out of your arse. I bet Cutter would enjoy the sight too."
Leek felt almost sorry for Lester as the man’s shoulders quivered in silent misery. Maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty with his decision to kill Cutter off. Obviously there had been something like friendship developing between Cutter and Lester. It would have been fun to force those two together. So many opportunities lost through a short moment of wounded pride. What a pity.
The fantasy of Cutter in manacles with Lester fucking his arse sent more blood south and the pressure in Leek's pants grew too much to ignore any longer.
"Have you ever sucked cock, James?" Leek asked, aroused. "Have you ever choked on the filthy meat filling your throat with cum? I bet you have never exprienced what it is to be treated like dirt, to have to cater to someone's disgusting fantasies just to get a decent position because everyone underestimates you. Oh no, the great James Lester didn't need to have to put up with that. I thought everything would get better if I got the job as your assistant. But you were even worse than the rest of the bigwigs. Instead of fucking my body you were fucking with my mind. But not any longer. Now I am the one in charge."
Leek planted himself next to Lester at the table. "If my subjects release you, you will get down on your knees and take me in your mouth. If you try to fight or hurt me in any way there will be hell to pay. Until now I have gone easy on you and your friends. Don't make me regret that."
Leek could almost see the wheels turning in Lester's head, contemplating his options. Not that there were many options to work with in the first place. Leek had made sure of that. Reminding Lester of how utterly helpless he was would become a never-ending source of joy for him.
Leek motioned to his subjects to release Lester, knowing Lester would behave. Just like him Lester was pragmatic. Without a real alternative they were always bowing to the inevitable in the end.
"Oh, by the way take care that the bottle doesn't slip out of your arse or else I will shove it back in entirety."
Leek was impressed by Lester's muscle control. The bottle hadn't even wavered whilst Lester had lowered himself to the ground. That promised a lot of fun for later. But first he wanted to see those lips that so often had had contorted into a sneer wrapped around his cock and feel the impotent fury radiating off Lester whilst he fucked his mouth. The same impotent fury he'd so often felt when Lester had made him look like a fool in front of everyone.
There was a lot of room for improvement in Lester's technique. Leek made a mental note to show Lester how good Connor was at this by now.
After his cock had been scraped by Lester's teeth for the second time Leek decided to take matters in his own hand.
His fingers twisted in Lester's hair, Leek rammed his cock deep into Lester's throat, enjoying the constriction around his tip as Lester fought his gag reflex.
"When I come, don't forget to swallow. Make sure you catch everything or I will make you suck off all my subjects including the predators."
Leek chuckled as Lester gagged reflexively and his stomach muscles jerked spasmodically. They both knew he wasn't uttering an empty threat. Lester had been present when the Home Secretary had been punished that way. The predator guard had been especially eager.
With a hum, Leek withdraw until only the head of his cock remained in Lester's mouth. It was such a pretty sight Leek had difficulties not blasting his load right on the spot.Watching his cock twitch between Lester's lips was the second best thing he had experienced in his life, right behind tasting caramel icecream for the first time. But fucking his former boss' mouth was much more rewarding.
Panting, Leek plunged his cock back in to the root, stretching Lester's gullet, cutting off his breathing until Lester's eyes bulged and his face turned red.
Lester's nails scratched at Leek's hips and thighs in desperate struggle for breath. Leek eased off for a moment, enjoying the hate and rage radiating off Lester in waves as he tried to gulp air into his lungs. Then he pushed in deep again.
Already too far gone to care that Lester's anger was only a handbreadth away from boiling over, Leek started to fuck Lester's mouth hard and fast, pounding in him with jabbing punches until his cock expanded and he sprayed the back of Lester's throat with a gooey wad of cum.
Lester had no choice but to swallow to avoid choking.
With an almost gently touch, Leek massaged Lester's throat to encourage swallowing when Lester gasped and gagged in revulsion as the slimy fluid ran down his gullet.
"Well done, James. Now stand up and have a drink with me. But keep the bottle in place. Later I will see what I can do about your nicely stretched hole."
With a smirk, Leek handed Lester a glass of the Macallan Fine Oak he had poured earlier.
"Cheers. To the beginning of a new era in our relationship. May we never run out of whisky bottles."
Author: TalliW
Characters: Oliver Leek, James Lester
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: Leek shares a drink with Lester in his own twisted way
Warnings: Non-con
A/N: Written For the Challenge: teamfest and Challenge: filth, prompt Leek/Lester non-con - now the tables are turned. (Jaynedoll)
"Do you know how much I'd hoped you would offer me a sip of this one," Oliver asked, swiveling the half-full bottle of the Macallan Fine Oak that Lester had stored in his desk drawer for special occasions in front of Lester's face.
Lester was naked and goosebumps had risen on his body from the change of climate in the upper levels.
Three days in a cell with one of Leek's predator had taken most of the fight out of him. Now his body was painted with a brush of red from an array of small cuts and lacerations although the predator had barely touched him, its killing instinct kept in check by the control device connected to his brain.
Leek grinned in satisfaction. The beaten look suited Lester. Gone was the sneer that so often had been directed at him. And for once no witty comment came forth that made him look like an idiot. Lester didn't even dare to raise his eyes to him. His head lowered to the ground, he stood at attention, waiting for his new master's order. Finally he had learnt his lesson.
Leek let his eyes linger on the pale skin of Lester's neck. Lester swallowed reflexively and his chest heaved a little too fast for the calmness and acceptance he tried to project with his submissive posture.
"You even offered Connor a tumbler full that day he finished the ADD. A kid who can't distinguish between single malt and blended let alone apprecciate such a fine brand of whisky. But you never offered it to me. Me who had deserved it the most for putting up with all your detrimental remarks, your bossing around and your sick sense of humour."
Lester hadn't moved but Leek could detect a small bit of defiance in Lester's stance. Maybe it was the way Lester held his shoulders straight, upright, not slumped like the others who had given up completely. The bastard probably still believed he'd had the right to treat him like that.
"The last time you shared a drink with Cutter I swore to myself that one day I would make you pay for your misconduct," Leek continued. "That either you would offer me a drink or I would shove this bottle up your arse. Well, we both know the first never happened."
Leek's voice had been soft, boomingly jovial even. Now it changed into a cold, menacing tone as he ordered, "On your knees, Lester."
A flick of Leek's eyebrow later, Lester was pushed down on the floor by two men who had formerly worked in the ARC's botanic lab.
Leek poured two tumblers of whisky, more full than etiquette dictated, before he crashed the top of the bottle against the edge of Lester's desk, spraying shards and droplets of the expensive whisky all over Lester.
The sharp and spiky edges of the smashed bottle glinted in the artificial light as Leek held it out to Lester, a silent announcement what was about to happen.
"I think it would suit my purpose better if you were bent over the desk. No need to get a kink in my back if there is such a nice table at hand. Mahogany isn't it? You always had exquisite taste."
Lester put up a fight as the former lab assistants hoisted him over the desk and started to pull his legs apart, his self-preservation instinct giving him extra strength and forcing Leek to call in two more men to keep Lester under control.
Slowly, Leek walked around Lester, enjoying the sight of his former boss trembling in fear between the men holding him in place.
With a swift movement, Leek put the broken bottle in the bin and took out an empty, whole bottle of the same brand without Lester noticing the exchange.
Lester gave a gurgling noise as Leek shoved the neck of the bottle against Lester's sphincter and put pressure on until it slipped through the tight ring of muscle.
"Aren't you glad that there was a spare?" Oliver asked with a chuckle as Lester exhaled in relief. "You see, James, I can play mindgames too."
He knew the penetration must hurt but nowhere near as much as it would have done with the broken bottle. He didn't want his new toy damaged behind repair yet.
"I must say you look cute with the bottle sticking out of your arse. I bet Cutter would enjoy the sight too."
Leek felt almost sorry for Lester as the man’s shoulders quivered in silent misery. Maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty with his decision to kill Cutter off. Obviously there had been something like friendship developing between Cutter and Lester. It would have been fun to force those two together. So many opportunities lost through a short moment of wounded pride. What a pity.
The fantasy of Cutter in manacles with Lester fucking his arse sent more blood south and the pressure in Leek's pants grew too much to ignore any longer.
"Have you ever sucked cock, James?" Leek asked, aroused. "Have you ever choked on the filthy meat filling your throat with cum? I bet you have never exprienced what it is to be treated like dirt, to have to cater to someone's disgusting fantasies just to get a decent position because everyone underestimates you. Oh no, the great James Lester didn't need to have to put up with that. I thought everything would get better if I got the job as your assistant. But you were even worse than the rest of the bigwigs. Instead of fucking my body you were fucking with my mind. But not any longer. Now I am the one in charge."
Leek planted himself next to Lester at the table. "If my subjects release you, you will get down on your knees and take me in your mouth. If you try to fight or hurt me in any way there will be hell to pay. Until now I have gone easy on you and your friends. Don't make me regret that."
Leek could almost see the wheels turning in Lester's head, contemplating his options. Not that there were many options to work with in the first place. Leek had made sure of that. Reminding Lester of how utterly helpless he was would become a never-ending source of joy for him.
Leek motioned to his subjects to release Lester, knowing Lester would behave. Just like him Lester was pragmatic. Without a real alternative they were always bowing to the inevitable in the end.
"Oh, by the way take care that the bottle doesn't slip out of your arse or else I will shove it back in entirety."
Leek was impressed by Lester's muscle control. The bottle hadn't even wavered whilst Lester had lowered himself to the ground. That promised a lot of fun for later. But first he wanted to see those lips that so often had had contorted into a sneer wrapped around his cock and feel the impotent fury radiating off Lester whilst he fucked his mouth. The same impotent fury he'd so often felt when Lester had made him look like a fool in front of everyone.
There was a lot of room for improvement in Lester's technique. Leek made a mental note to show Lester how good Connor was at this by now.
After his cock had been scraped by Lester's teeth for the second time Leek decided to take matters in his own hand.
His fingers twisted in Lester's hair, Leek rammed his cock deep into Lester's throat, enjoying the constriction around his tip as Lester fought his gag reflex.
"When I come, don't forget to swallow. Make sure you catch everything or I will make you suck off all my subjects including the predators."
Leek chuckled as Lester gagged reflexively and his stomach muscles jerked spasmodically. They both knew he wasn't uttering an empty threat. Lester had been present when the Home Secretary had been punished that way. The predator guard had been especially eager.
With a hum, Leek withdraw until only the head of his cock remained in Lester's mouth. It was such a pretty sight Leek had difficulties not blasting his load right on the spot.Watching his cock twitch between Lester's lips was the second best thing he had experienced in his life, right behind tasting caramel icecream for the first time. But fucking his former boss' mouth was much more rewarding.
Panting, Leek plunged his cock back in to the root, stretching Lester's gullet, cutting off his breathing until Lester's eyes bulged and his face turned red.
Lester's nails scratched at Leek's hips and thighs in desperate struggle for breath. Leek eased off for a moment, enjoying the hate and rage radiating off Lester in waves as he tried to gulp air into his lungs. Then he pushed in deep again.
Already too far gone to care that Lester's anger was only a handbreadth away from boiling over, Leek started to fuck Lester's mouth hard and fast, pounding in him with jabbing punches until his cock expanded and he sprayed the back of Lester's throat with a gooey wad of cum.
Lester had no choice but to swallow to avoid choking.
With an almost gently touch, Leek massaged Lester's throat to encourage swallowing when Lester gasped and gagged in revulsion as the slimy fluid ran down his gullet.
"Well done, James. Now stand up and have a drink with me. But keep the bottle in place. Later I will see what I can do about your nicely stretched hole."
With a smirk, Leek handed Lester a glass of the Macallan Fine Oak he had poured earlier.
"Cheers. To the beginning of a new era in our relationship. May we never run out of whisky bottles."