Fic, Playing the Game, Ryan/Lester, 18
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fredbassettTitle : Playing the Game
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Ryan/Lester
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lester demonstrates an alternative use for the Punishment Room.
Warning : Slave!fic set in the Silk and Steel Universe.
A/N : 1) This has been written for a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tay_21 for the team fest challenge. She wanted something with combats and thigh straps, preferably set in the Silk and Steel universe involving alternative uses for the Punishment Room. 2) This is set pre-series, a few days after Miles To Go Before I Sleep.
Ryan followed Cutter and the rest of the team into the atrium from the garage. The scientists were laughing and joking, high from a day spent chasing something that Ryan had never expected to see other than in the sort of book he’d read as a kid. For the field team it might have become an almost everyday experience, but for Ryan it was new and amazing. The triceratops had been huge, bad-tempered and frighteningly fast and any action he’d ever been involved in had simply paled into insignificance in comparison to the adrenaline rush he’d gained from the encounter.
Cutter had insisted on it being returned intact to its own time and, if truth be told, Ryan hadn’t wanted it killed either. It had been out of its own time, panicked by cars and idiots who had no better sense of self-preservation than to stand around taking photographs and then screaming their heads off when they’d realised that something bigger than a rhinoceros with three bloody great big horns sticking out of its head was capable of doing quite a lot of damage to both people and property.
Clearing the street had been the hardest job. After that – under Abby Maitland’s direction – the creature had been carefully herded back into the anomaly. They’d then kept the area sealed off for an hour until the massive ball of fractured light had finally flickered and died. Ryan had to admit it made a hell of a change from tracking down terrorists and dispensing the sort of summary justice that the British government now seemed to specialise in.
Although the adrenaline had started to ebb from his system, Ryan’s dick was still hard. There’d been neither the time nor the opportunity to take care of that but if he was lucky, he’d be able to deal with it in the showers. The fact that they’d phoned a report in to Lester on the way back meant that he wouldn’t immediately have to present himself to the director in person until he’d had time to shower and change into a clean uniform. Ryan had been pleased to hear Cutter remarking that he was ‘better than that last gorilla’. It appeared that he’d had managed to gain the irascible professor’s guarded approval, which was more than some of the hapless bystanders had done.
Ryan checked the majority of his weapons back in to the armoury, leaving only the holstered Glock held to his right thigh by black webbing straps and the Fairbairn Sykes fighting knife strapped to his left thigh. After satisfying himself that the military team had an acceptable weapons protocol in place and were adhering to it, Ryan headed in the direction of the stairs leading to his quarters. To his surprise, Ryan saw Lester approaching down the corridor. After only four days in his new post, he still wasn’t wholly sure how the man liked to be treated. The hard fucking he’d received from his new boss on his first evening in the ARC hadn’t exactly established any intimacy between them.
Ryan came to a halt, saluted and then sank to his knees. It seemed the safest course of action.
“Congratulations, Captain,” Lester drawled. “Cutter doesn’t appear to be demanding your head on a spike for crimes against prehistory.”
Ryan’s lips twitched. “I gather he’s somewhat hard to please, sir.”
“The bloody man acts like he has a wasp up his arse most of the time,” Lester replied. “He’s the only person I know who’s had someone flogged for saving his life simply because it involved a little collateral damage of the dinosaur variety. I’m slightly surprised someone hasn’t just taken the easy way out and fed him to the next T. rex who happened along, but your predecessor was sadly lacking in imagination.”
“So I understand, sir” Ryan murmured, still studying the shine on Lester’s expensive shoes.
They were level with the Punishment Room and through the open door Ryan could smell the sharp tang of disinfectant that had been used to clean the gleaming white tiles of the walls and floor. Discipline in the ARC was tight, and he gathered that the room had seen all too frequent use under his predecessor: a man who had combined his own incompetence with a desire to be seen as a hard leader.
“You may stand, Ryan,” Lester commented.
Ryan got to his feet, conscious of the fact that his cock was still hard and that his display of submission at Lester’s feet hadn’t done anything to lessen his body’s reaction to the events of the afternoon. If anything, it had only made things worse, reminding Ryan what Lester’s cock had felt like pounding hard into his arse. He stood at ease, not making eye contact, but he knew perfectly well that Lester’s sharp eyes were travelling slowly up and down his body, no doubt lingering on the tightly-cinched straps on each thigh that would – once again – be doing a good job of displaying his obvious arousal.
Lester waved a languid hand at the door to the Punishment Room. “Would you care to inspect the facilities, Captain?”
Ryan preceded Lester into the room, taking in the gleaming chrome bars on one wall, the drain hole in one corner of the room and the stainless steel cupboard in a corner next to the viewing window set in one wall. One-way glass threw Ryan’s reflection back at him, revealing the dusty state of his black combats. He’d left his equipment vest in the armoury but still had on his jacket. Ryan was beginning to wonder if Lester had a uniform fetish or just a thing for thigh straps.
Lester removed a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the cupboard door. An impressive array of whips, leather straps and assorted other items used in the disciplining of those who wore a collar greeted him.
“Can you see any obvious omissions?” Lester asked. “I have a new administrative assistant arriving tomorrow. He’s coming to us from the Prison Service, so I’d hate to find we failed to measure up to his high expectations.”
Ryan made a point of inspecting the contents of the cupboard, letting the supple leather of one of the straps run through his fingers before he hung it back up again. “It looks very well stocked, sir,” he commented as blandly as possible, wondering whether Lester was planning to use any of the items on him or whether this would just be another straightforward fuck. Ryan had never been particularly keen on the creative use of pain during sex, but in his job it paid to keep your feelings to yourself or someone might just take it into their head to test a few limits.
Lester’s smile grew wider. “That’s good to know. From what I’ve heard of Mr Leek, I imagine he’ll be keen to avail himself of the facilities.” He nodded towards the bars. “We’ll see if the thigh straps can stay on this time, shall we? I only need access to your arse, after all.
That answered that question. Ryan stepped over to the other side of the room, unbuckling his belt and unclipping the fasteners that connected his thigh straps to his equipment belt. This was going to be awkward – and probably painful – but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d taken it up the arse while still mostly fully dressed. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been fucked in a Punishment Room, either.
Lester unzipped his trousers and freed his cock from a pair of crimson silk boxers that matched the colour of his tie. Ryan wondered if the man had underwear to go with every tie he owned.
“Get it wet, Captain. I have no desire to get oil on this suit, so I’m sorry to say there won’t be any other lubricant on this occasion.” Lester didn’t sound sorry, but Ryan was hardly in any position to point that out.
He dropped to his knees on the tiled floor and took Lester’s hard cock in his mouth. In itself that was no particular hardship as Ryan actually liked sucking cock, although he preferred to do it in places a little more private than a room with an open door. Blanking his mind to that aspect of the encounter, Ryan set about following the instruction he’d been given whilst taking Lester as close to the brink as he could manage, knowing it would make the next part of their encounter somewhat quicker if the man was already at the point of climax. He swirled his tongue around the swollen crown, licking the pre-come beading at the tip and then sliding down slowly as far as he could in that position, his lips preventing his teeth from scraping against sensitive skin.
Lester’s fingers roamed over Ryan’s hair and then held his head in place for a moment which he fucked his mouth, but then, with a regretful sigh, Lester pulled back. “Much as I would undoubtedly enjoy coming in your mouth, Captain, I believe I can defer that pleasure to another occasion.” He jerked his head towards the gleaming bars, the meaning plain.
Ryan stood up and quickly unzipped his combat trousers then peeled them down over his arse, taking his underwear along for the ride. Whoever was monitoring the surveillance cameras was about to get even more of a thrill than just watching Ryan suck Lester’s dick. He spread his legs as far as the material of his trousers would allow and gripped the bars in front of him to brace himself against the unlubricated and unprepared entry.
Lester stepped up behind him and took hold of the straps on Ryan’s thigh with his left hand while he used the other to position his cock between Ryan’s arse cheeks. The head of Lester’s cock jabbed at the tight ring of muscle. Ryan locked his arms in place to stop himself being pushed up against the bars and crushing his own still-hard cock. Lester fisted his other hand in the straps on Ryan’s right leg and snapped his hips forward, breaching Ryan’s defences and very nearly drawing a hiss of pain from him at the penetration. Spit made a crappy lube but if he was lucky, this wouldn’t last long.
Ryan was dry and Lester’s dick wasn’t small but even the burn of entry hadn’t been enough to dampen his own adrenaline-fuelled erection. He looked down to see a bead of moisture at the tip. Another shallow thrust jerked Ryan forward and dislodged it to land on the previously-pristine chrome of one of the bars.
Lester tightened his grip on the webbing straps and drove himself towards climax in a series of short, hard jabs. An almost inaudible sigh finally signalled that Lester had just come. Ryan continued to grip the bars hard, knowing that on this occasion, Lester wasn’t going to allow him the luxury of an orgasm. As he’d done on that first night on the firing range, Ryan pulled up his clothing far enough to allow himself to kneel unhindered at Lester’s feet.
“Anyone would think you enjoyed this sort of thing, Captain,” Lester remarked.
Correctly divining that he had just been asked a rhetorical question, Ryan remained silent. The fact that his cock was jutting out between his thighs was no doubt all the answer Lester needed.
“I wonder what it would take to rattle your composure.”
That was a question Ryan was less happy with. The stainless steel cupboard in the corner of the room contained plenty of things that could easily do just that with very little effort. It seemed safest to say nothing and simply carry on staring at Lester’s shoes.
He was taken by surprise when warm liquid splashed onto the fabric of his trousers. That was something he hadn’t expected, even though he had quickly worked out on his first day that Sir James Lester was the territorial type.
Lester’s piss landed on his cock and to Ryan’s surprise, he felt an orgasm start to coil in his stomach. He didn’t normally get off on that sort of thing, but then he hadn’t exactly had a normal day in any respect. His hips jerked and a spurt of come landed on the now-soaked black material of his combats.
“Oh dear, I really am going to have to be more inventive next time, aren’t I?” Lester said, amusement plain in his voice. “But luckily for you, there are some lines even I prefer not to cross, although I’ll leave it to your imagination to determine what they might be. There’s a hose in the corner of the room, Ryan. Do make sure there’s no mess left behind. And when you’ve cleaned yourself up as well, I’ll expect a full report on the day’s activities.”
“Yes, master,” Ryan said, making sure his voice was loud enough to be picked up by the surveillance systems.
Lester’s slight smile told him that playing the game had been the right thing to do.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Ryan/Lester
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None
Summary : Lester demonstrates an alternative use for the Punishment Room.
Warning : Slave!fic set in the Silk and Steel Universe.
A/N : 1) This has been written for a prompt from
tay_21 for the team fest challenge. She wanted something with combats and thigh straps, preferably set in the Silk and Steel universe involving alternative uses for the Punishment Room. 2) This is set pre-series, a few days after Miles To Go Before I Sleep.Ryan followed Cutter and the rest of the team into the atrium from the garage. The scientists were laughing and joking, high from a day spent chasing something that Ryan had never expected to see other than in the sort of book he’d read as a kid. For the field team it might have become an almost everyday experience, but for Ryan it was new and amazing. The triceratops had been huge, bad-tempered and frighteningly fast and any action he’d ever been involved in had simply paled into insignificance in comparison to the adrenaline rush he’d gained from the encounter.
Cutter had insisted on it being returned intact to its own time and, if truth be told, Ryan hadn’t wanted it killed either. It had been out of its own time, panicked by cars and idiots who had no better sense of self-preservation than to stand around taking photographs and then screaming their heads off when they’d realised that something bigger than a rhinoceros with three bloody great big horns sticking out of its head was capable of doing quite a lot of damage to both people and property.
Clearing the street had been the hardest job. After that – under Abby Maitland’s direction – the creature had been carefully herded back into the anomaly. They’d then kept the area sealed off for an hour until the massive ball of fractured light had finally flickered and died. Ryan had to admit it made a hell of a change from tracking down terrorists and dispensing the sort of summary justice that the British government now seemed to specialise in.
Although the adrenaline had started to ebb from his system, Ryan’s dick was still hard. There’d been neither the time nor the opportunity to take care of that but if he was lucky, he’d be able to deal with it in the showers. The fact that they’d phoned a report in to Lester on the way back meant that he wouldn’t immediately have to present himself to the director in person until he’d had time to shower and change into a clean uniform. Ryan had been pleased to hear Cutter remarking that he was ‘better than that last gorilla’. It appeared that he’d had managed to gain the irascible professor’s guarded approval, which was more than some of the hapless bystanders had done.
Ryan checked the majority of his weapons back in to the armoury, leaving only the holstered Glock held to his right thigh by black webbing straps and the Fairbairn Sykes fighting knife strapped to his left thigh. After satisfying himself that the military team had an acceptable weapons protocol in place and were adhering to it, Ryan headed in the direction of the stairs leading to his quarters. To his surprise, Ryan saw Lester approaching down the corridor. After only four days in his new post, he still wasn’t wholly sure how the man liked to be treated. The hard fucking he’d received from his new boss on his first evening in the ARC hadn’t exactly established any intimacy between them.
Ryan came to a halt, saluted and then sank to his knees. It seemed the safest course of action.
“Congratulations, Captain,” Lester drawled. “Cutter doesn’t appear to be demanding your head on a spike for crimes against prehistory.”
Ryan’s lips twitched. “I gather he’s somewhat hard to please, sir.”
“The bloody man acts like he has a wasp up his arse most of the time,” Lester replied. “He’s the only person I know who’s had someone flogged for saving his life simply because it involved a little collateral damage of the dinosaur variety. I’m slightly surprised someone hasn’t just taken the easy way out and fed him to the next T. rex who happened along, but your predecessor was sadly lacking in imagination.”
“So I understand, sir” Ryan murmured, still studying the shine on Lester’s expensive shoes.
They were level with the Punishment Room and through the open door Ryan could smell the sharp tang of disinfectant that had been used to clean the gleaming white tiles of the walls and floor. Discipline in the ARC was tight, and he gathered that the room had seen all too frequent use under his predecessor: a man who had combined his own incompetence with a desire to be seen as a hard leader.
“You may stand, Ryan,” Lester commented.
Ryan got to his feet, conscious of the fact that his cock was still hard and that his display of submission at Lester’s feet hadn’t done anything to lessen his body’s reaction to the events of the afternoon. If anything, it had only made things worse, reminding Ryan what Lester’s cock had felt like pounding hard into his arse. He stood at ease, not making eye contact, but he knew perfectly well that Lester’s sharp eyes were travelling slowly up and down his body, no doubt lingering on the tightly-cinched straps on each thigh that would – once again – be doing a good job of displaying his obvious arousal.
Lester waved a languid hand at the door to the Punishment Room. “Would you care to inspect the facilities, Captain?”
Ryan preceded Lester into the room, taking in the gleaming chrome bars on one wall, the drain hole in one corner of the room and the stainless steel cupboard in a corner next to the viewing window set in one wall. One-way glass threw Ryan’s reflection back at him, revealing the dusty state of his black combats. He’d left his equipment vest in the armoury but still had on his jacket. Ryan was beginning to wonder if Lester had a uniform fetish or just a thing for thigh straps.
Lester removed a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the cupboard door. An impressive array of whips, leather straps and assorted other items used in the disciplining of those who wore a collar greeted him.
“Can you see any obvious omissions?” Lester asked. “I have a new administrative assistant arriving tomorrow. He’s coming to us from the Prison Service, so I’d hate to find we failed to measure up to his high expectations.”
Ryan made a point of inspecting the contents of the cupboard, letting the supple leather of one of the straps run through his fingers before he hung it back up again. “It looks very well stocked, sir,” he commented as blandly as possible, wondering whether Lester was planning to use any of the items on him or whether this would just be another straightforward fuck. Ryan had never been particularly keen on the creative use of pain during sex, but in his job it paid to keep your feelings to yourself or someone might just take it into their head to test a few limits.
Lester’s smile grew wider. “That’s good to know. From what I’ve heard of Mr Leek, I imagine he’ll be keen to avail himself of the facilities.” He nodded towards the bars. “We’ll see if the thigh straps can stay on this time, shall we? I only need access to your arse, after all.
That answered that question. Ryan stepped over to the other side of the room, unbuckling his belt and unclipping the fasteners that connected his thigh straps to his equipment belt. This was going to be awkward – and probably painful – but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d taken it up the arse while still mostly fully dressed. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been fucked in a Punishment Room, either.
Lester unzipped his trousers and freed his cock from a pair of crimson silk boxers that matched the colour of his tie. Ryan wondered if the man had underwear to go with every tie he owned.
“Get it wet, Captain. I have no desire to get oil on this suit, so I’m sorry to say there won’t be any other lubricant on this occasion.” Lester didn’t sound sorry, but Ryan was hardly in any position to point that out.
He dropped to his knees on the tiled floor and took Lester’s hard cock in his mouth. In itself that was no particular hardship as Ryan actually liked sucking cock, although he preferred to do it in places a little more private than a room with an open door. Blanking his mind to that aspect of the encounter, Ryan set about following the instruction he’d been given whilst taking Lester as close to the brink as he could manage, knowing it would make the next part of their encounter somewhat quicker if the man was already at the point of climax. He swirled his tongue around the swollen crown, licking the pre-come beading at the tip and then sliding down slowly as far as he could in that position, his lips preventing his teeth from scraping against sensitive skin.
Lester’s fingers roamed over Ryan’s hair and then held his head in place for a moment which he fucked his mouth, but then, with a regretful sigh, Lester pulled back. “Much as I would undoubtedly enjoy coming in your mouth, Captain, I believe I can defer that pleasure to another occasion.” He jerked his head towards the gleaming bars, the meaning plain.
Ryan stood up and quickly unzipped his combat trousers then peeled them down over his arse, taking his underwear along for the ride. Whoever was monitoring the surveillance cameras was about to get even more of a thrill than just watching Ryan suck Lester’s dick. He spread his legs as far as the material of his trousers would allow and gripped the bars in front of him to brace himself against the unlubricated and unprepared entry.
Lester stepped up behind him and took hold of the straps on Ryan’s thigh with his left hand while he used the other to position his cock between Ryan’s arse cheeks. The head of Lester’s cock jabbed at the tight ring of muscle. Ryan locked his arms in place to stop himself being pushed up against the bars and crushing his own still-hard cock. Lester fisted his other hand in the straps on Ryan’s right leg and snapped his hips forward, breaching Ryan’s defences and very nearly drawing a hiss of pain from him at the penetration. Spit made a crappy lube but if he was lucky, this wouldn’t last long.
Ryan was dry and Lester’s dick wasn’t small but even the burn of entry hadn’t been enough to dampen his own adrenaline-fuelled erection. He looked down to see a bead of moisture at the tip. Another shallow thrust jerked Ryan forward and dislodged it to land on the previously-pristine chrome of one of the bars.
Lester tightened his grip on the webbing straps and drove himself towards climax in a series of short, hard jabs. An almost inaudible sigh finally signalled that Lester had just come. Ryan continued to grip the bars hard, knowing that on this occasion, Lester wasn’t going to allow him the luxury of an orgasm. As he’d done on that first night on the firing range, Ryan pulled up his clothing far enough to allow himself to kneel unhindered at Lester’s feet.
“Anyone would think you enjoyed this sort of thing, Captain,” Lester remarked.
Correctly divining that he had just been asked a rhetorical question, Ryan remained silent. The fact that his cock was jutting out between his thighs was no doubt all the answer Lester needed.
“I wonder what it would take to rattle your composure.”
That was a question Ryan was less happy with. The stainless steel cupboard in the corner of the room contained plenty of things that could easily do just that with very little effort. It seemed safest to say nothing and simply carry on staring at Lester’s shoes.
He was taken by surprise when warm liquid splashed onto the fabric of his trousers. That was something he hadn’t expected, even though he had quickly worked out on his first day that Sir James Lester was the territorial type.
Lester’s piss landed on his cock and to Ryan’s surprise, he felt an orgasm start to coil in his stomach. He didn’t normally get off on that sort of thing, but then he hadn’t exactly had a normal day in any respect. His hips jerked and a spurt of come landed on the now-soaked black material of his combats.
“Oh dear, I really am going to have to be more inventive next time, aren’t I?” Lester said, amusement plain in his voice. “But luckily for you, there are some lines even I prefer not to cross, although I’ll leave it to your imagination to determine what they might be. There’s a hose in the corner of the room, Ryan. Do make sure there’s no mess left behind. And when you’ve cleaned yourself up as well, I’ll expect a full report on the day’s activities.”
“Yes, master,” Ryan said, making sure his voice was loud enough to be picked up by the surveillance systems.
Lester’s slight smile told him that playing the game had been the right thing to do.
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Date: 2012-01-26 08:08 pm (UTC)*Slithers away.........*
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Date: 2012-01-26 08:56 pm (UTC)*happy sigh*
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:08 pm (UTC)That was freaking awesome! Just the type of shenanigans I guessed they would get up to. LOL
*huggles the fic*
*Huggles Fred*
Thank you thank you thank you.
It was hot and awesome and I loved it. (How much longer do we have to wait? *Iz trying to be patient* )
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:29 pm (UTC)It'll be a little while yet, as Munchkin hasn't been at home for long, so she needs a breathing space before I start nagging the poor girl.
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