Fic, What Kept You?, Becker/Others, 18
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fredbassettTitle : What Kept You?
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Becker, Wilder, Danny, OCs
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warnings : Multiple anal and oral rape, penetration with an object, pissing… need I say more?
A/N : This started life as a comment porn earlier today and a bunch of people every bit as sick as me encouraged my bad behaviour. You all know who you are! You wanted Becker on his knees, battered and broken, so I have obliged.
A hard blow across his cheek knocked Becker off balance and a kick behind the knee took him to the floor.
He was naked, caught in the showers - unarmed and vulnerable - by Wilder and his men. Hand grabbed at his arms and legs, spreadeagling him on the tiled floor.
He heard the sound of a zip being pulled down and as he struggled, hot piss started to splash onto his back and shoulders. Becker closed his eyes and clamped down hard on the wave of revulsion that swept through him.
If this was the worst they were going to dish out then he'd be getting off reasonably lightly.
But moments later, when rough hands parted his arsecheeks and something cold and hard pressed up against his hole, he knew that getting off lightly wasn't on the cards.
"On your knees, captain," Wilder ordered, sounding amused.
Becker complied, because he knew he didn't have any choice, and then he gasped in pain as the gun barrel breached his unprepared body. A jolt of adrenaline surged through his system and to his horror, his cock started to fill.
The men's laughter sounded in his ears as whoever it was drove the weapon repeatedly into his body, raking his prostate in a way that sent pain firing through every nerve-ending in his body whilst forcing white-hot pleasure into his dick.
Another stream of piss hit his face as Becker's traitorous cock jerked, jetting come over the tiles. Becker closed his eyes in shame as his arse clenched tightly around the gun barrel and the laughter of Wilder and his men filled the room.
The gun being pulled out of his arse hurt almost as much as its entry had done, but not as much as the first cock that breached his still-spasming body. He was too tight and too dry even though he had already been fucked open by a gun barrel. The man held his hips and drove into him until his balls slapped against Becker’s abused body. Three hard thrusts were enough to bring the bloke off. Becker started to tremble as the next man took the place of the first rapist and another man stepped up to Becker’s side to empty his bladder over him. By the time two loads of come had filled his arse, Becker knew that this wouldn’t stop until they’d all had him, and he’d counted at least six pairs of boots as they’d hauled him up to his knees, so there were still more to come, so to speak.
The third man grabbed Becker’s hair hand hauled his head back, pulling him up to face a short, thick cock that he knew he’d have trouble taking.
“Suck it,” the man ordered.
Becker knew it was in his own interests to get the man’s dick as wet as possible and he was beyond the point of resisting. There was no fucking point. He was outnumbered and out-gunned, literally. Becker stretched his lips around the man’s cock and started to suck. If he could get the bloke off like this, then maybe he stood a chance of getting away without having to take it up the arse from him.
As he sucked, Becker felt another man pulling his arse-cheeks apart and a moment later, yet another cock drove inside him as the other man started to relentlessly fuck Becker’s mouth. The other bastard who was riding him knew just how to angle the penetration to nail Becker’s prostate and a moment later a calloused hand wrapped around his dick and started to tug at him.
By the time that guy had shot his load into Becker, the other man had pulled out of his mouth and taken his place in the queue for Becker’s arse. The penetration hurt more than Becker had believed possible, even though his over-stretched hole was now dripping with come and he could feel it running down his thighs. He didn’t think he’d torn yet but he couldn’t see how he could take much more of this without that happening. Yet another man grabbed Becker’s hair and forced his head back, but clearly thought better of trying to fuck his mouth and moments later, come splashed onto Becker’s face and dripped down his cheeks.
“Shall I wash that off?” Wilder asked, grinning down at him, his cock already pointing at Becker’s face.
Becker closed his eyes and wondered how much of this he would have to endure. He’d now lost count of the number of cocks that had unloaded into his arse or over his trembling body and he had a nasty feeling that a couple of the men were already lining up for seconds.
His hair clung damply to his forehead as Becker inhaled the acrid smell of piss and the musk of the men’s arousal. He swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to vomit as yet another man entered him and thrust his way to a rapid climax. Becker’s own cock hung hard and heavy between his legs, forced into another unwelcome erection by the battering his prostate was taking. He could feel a climax coiling deep in his guts as rough hands groped between his legs and tugged hard on his balls, twisting cruelly.
Becker bit his own lip hard, drawing blood, as the pain in his balls triggered another orgasm. He clenched down hard on the cock hammering into him and the man groaned, emptying himself deep into Becker’s body.
The unmistakeable sound of a shotgun slide being racked cut through the noise of panting and laughter like a hot knife through butter. Becker’s eyes flew open and he caught sight of long, jeans clad legs in the doorway just before the blast from his own Mossberg turned one of his attacker’s heads into a bloody ruin. Becker slid forward, sliding on his side in the mixture of piss and come as he kicked Wilder’s legs out from under him and made a grab for the Glock holstered on the man’s right thigh.
Before Danny Quinn had time to fire again, Becker had the weapon he’d just seized held firmly in both hands, the barrel jammed up under Wilder’s chin. He turned his head, flicking his damp hair out of his eyes and stared up at Danny.
“Better late than never, Quinn,” he commented. As his attackers were dragged from the room by Becker’s own men, he stared down at Wilder for a moment and then looked enquiringly at his rescuer. “I don’t suppose you need a piss, do you, Danny boy?
A slow and not entirely pleasant smile spread over Danny’s craggy face. “Yeah, now you mention it, I reckon I do.”
Becker climbed slowly to his feet, all too conscious of the come leaking from his arse and accepted the towel that Danny held out to him, rubbing it over his face and then winding it around his waist. “Be my guest, Quinn. I think I have a pressing appointment with a shower.”
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 18
Characters : Becker, Wilder, Danny, OCs
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Warnings : Multiple anal and oral rape, penetration with an object, pissing… need I say more?
A/N : This started life as a comment porn earlier today and a bunch of people every bit as sick as me encouraged my bad behaviour. You all know who you are! You wanted Becker on his knees, battered and broken, so I have obliged.
A hard blow across his cheek knocked Becker off balance and a kick behind the knee took him to the floor.
He was naked, caught in the showers - unarmed and vulnerable - by Wilder and his men. Hand grabbed at his arms and legs, spreadeagling him on the tiled floor.
He heard the sound of a zip being pulled down and as he struggled, hot piss started to splash onto his back and shoulders. Becker closed his eyes and clamped down hard on the wave of revulsion that swept through him.
If this was the worst they were going to dish out then he'd be getting off reasonably lightly.
But moments later, when rough hands parted his arsecheeks and something cold and hard pressed up against his hole, he knew that getting off lightly wasn't on the cards.
"On your knees, captain," Wilder ordered, sounding amused.
Becker complied, because he knew he didn't have any choice, and then he gasped in pain as the gun barrel breached his unprepared body. A jolt of adrenaline surged through his system and to his horror, his cock started to fill.
The men's laughter sounded in his ears as whoever it was drove the weapon repeatedly into his body, raking his prostate in a way that sent pain firing through every nerve-ending in his body whilst forcing white-hot pleasure into his dick.
Another stream of piss hit his face as Becker's traitorous cock jerked, jetting come over the tiles. Becker closed his eyes in shame as his arse clenched tightly around the gun barrel and the laughter of Wilder and his men filled the room.
The gun being pulled out of his arse hurt almost as much as its entry had done, but not as much as the first cock that breached his still-spasming body. He was too tight and too dry even though he had already been fucked open by a gun barrel. The man held his hips and drove into him until his balls slapped against Becker’s abused body. Three hard thrusts were enough to bring the bloke off. Becker started to tremble as the next man took the place of the first rapist and another man stepped up to Becker’s side to empty his bladder over him. By the time two loads of come had filled his arse, Becker knew that this wouldn’t stop until they’d all had him, and he’d counted at least six pairs of boots as they’d hauled him up to his knees, so there were still more to come, so to speak.
The third man grabbed Becker’s hair hand hauled his head back, pulling him up to face a short, thick cock that he knew he’d have trouble taking.
“Suck it,” the man ordered.
Becker knew it was in his own interests to get the man’s dick as wet as possible and he was beyond the point of resisting. There was no fucking point. He was outnumbered and out-gunned, literally. Becker stretched his lips around the man’s cock and started to suck. If he could get the bloke off like this, then maybe he stood a chance of getting away without having to take it up the arse from him.
As he sucked, Becker felt another man pulling his arse-cheeks apart and a moment later, yet another cock drove inside him as the other man started to relentlessly fuck Becker’s mouth. The other bastard who was riding him knew just how to angle the penetration to nail Becker’s prostate and a moment later a calloused hand wrapped around his dick and started to tug at him.
By the time that guy had shot his load into Becker, the other man had pulled out of his mouth and taken his place in the queue for Becker’s arse. The penetration hurt more than Becker had believed possible, even though his over-stretched hole was now dripping with come and he could feel it running down his thighs. He didn’t think he’d torn yet but he couldn’t see how he could take much more of this without that happening. Yet another man grabbed Becker’s hair and forced his head back, but clearly thought better of trying to fuck his mouth and moments later, come splashed onto Becker’s face and dripped down his cheeks.
“Shall I wash that off?” Wilder asked, grinning down at him, his cock already pointing at Becker’s face.
Becker closed his eyes and wondered how much of this he would have to endure. He’d now lost count of the number of cocks that had unloaded into his arse or over his trembling body and he had a nasty feeling that a couple of the men were already lining up for seconds.
His hair clung damply to his forehead as Becker inhaled the acrid smell of piss and the musk of the men’s arousal. He swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to vomit as yet another man entered him and thrust his way to a rapid climax. Becker’s own cock hung hard and heavy between his legs, forced into another unwelcome erection by the battering his prostate was taking. He could feel a climax coiling deep in his guts as rough hands groped between his legs and tugged hard on his balls, twisting cruelly.
Becker bit his own lip hard, drawing blood, as the pain in his balls triggered another orgasm. He clenched down hard on the cock hammering into him and the man groaned, emptying himself deep into Becker’s body.
The unmistakeable sound of a shotgun slide being racked cut through the noise of panting and laughter like a hot knife through butter. Becker’s eyes flew open and he caught sight of long, jeans clad legs in the doorway just before the blast from his own Mossberg turned one of his attacker’s heads into a bloody ruin. Becker slid forward, sliding on his side in the mixture of piss and come as he kicked Wilder’s legs out from under him and made a grab for the Glock holstered on the man’s right thigh.
Before Danny Quinn had time to fire again, Becker had the weapon he’d just seized held firmly in both hands, the barrel jammed up under Wilder’s chin. He turned his head, flicking his damp hair out of his eyes and stared up at Danny.
“Better late than never, Quinn,” he commented. As his attackers were dragged from the room by Becker’s own men, he stared down at Wilder for a moment and then looked enquiringly at his rescuer. “I don’t suppose you need a piss, do you, Danny boy?
A slow and not entirely pleasant smile spread over Danny’s craggy face. “Yeah, now you mention it, I reckon I do.”
Becker climbed slowly to his feet, all too conscious of the come leaking from his arse and accepted the towel that Danny held out to him, rubbing it over his face and then winding it around his waist. “Be my guest, Quinn. I think I have a pressing appointment with a shower.”
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Date: 2011-10-29 08:52 am (UTC)