Welcome Home
Title: Welcome Home
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 2,917
Rating, Warnings: 18. Allusions to non-con.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval. No copyright infringment intended.
Spoilers: None
AN: Another late Christmas gift fic. This is for
deinonychus_1 who asked for the BLT boys with the prompt "blindfold". Also for
bdsm_fandom's May challenge 'fantasy'.
AN2: Thanks to
fififolle for another super speedy beta.
AN3: This is set in my BLT verse, which has Connor as a collared sub to Becker and Lester in an established, happy, consensual relationship. You can find more stories in this verse here if you are so inclined.
Connor pulled his key from the front door as he pushed it open and stepped into the flat.
He was about to call out and announce his arrival, when it dawned on him that the apartment was silent and the hallway dark. Neither Lester nor Becker had been working today and Connor had expected them home when he got back from his shift. They must have gone out together. Connor tried not to be miffed that they hadn’t warned him he’d be alone when he came in, while simultaneously realising that this meant he could get some quality Xbox time in.
He turned and closed the front door, intending to move inside and switch the light on. Before he could turn back around though, an arm snaked around his neck and pulled him into a tight choke-hold. Another hand clamped firmly across his mouth. Connor started to struggle but the arm around his neck and the one over his mouth tightened further and breath was instantly hard to get.
“Don’t struggle if you want to keep breathing.”
The threat was hissed into his ear and the tone of voice chilled Connor to the bone. He stopped struggling immediately. He tried to breathe and his chest heaved with the effort and the panic that was setting in.
The strong arms and firm body he was held against dragged him backwards through the flat. All sorts of scenarios started running through Connor’s head, none of them good. His feet moved frantically backwards and he clutched frantically at the arm around his throat as his mind made the sudden realisation that he was being pulled into the bedroom. The main bedroom. The one he shared with Lester and Becker, the one that held so many happy memories.
“Was he any trouble?”
Connor stiffened as he heard a second voice behind him as they entered the bedroom. Shit. There were two of them. Panic set in deeper and Connor started to fight and wriggle in the grip he was held in again. Both the arms tightened once more and Connor’s mouth opened wide behind the strong hand as he tried to gasp for breath. The voice was rough in his ear again.
“He tried to struggle, but he’s too weak to really be any trouble.”
A flash of annoyance ran through Connor and he braced himself to start to struggle again. Then something else came from behind him and Connor felt cloth being wrapped across his eyes and tied behind his head. The surprise stopped his movement short and he still couldn’t breathe well enough to struggle even if he wanted to. Then the little he could see in the dark flat was also gone.
The fight left him. There were two of them, one of him. They had strength, numbers and surprise on their side. His best bet was to just stop, find out what they were after and pray he survived until the end. Maybe if he started complying with them a chance to escape may present itself later.
The arm around his neck loosened slightly and Connor started to heave in breaths. He braced himself and hoped they would explain what they wanted soon. Then he felt a finger brush down his face, and breath against his skin. Close, too close. Connor’s breathing started to quicken again.
“Let’s get his clothes off,” the newest voice said in his ear, tones silky smooth but clearly used to being obeyed.
“Wha? … What?” Connor stammered.
The first voice chuckled next to his head, and suddenly hands were pulling at his clothes.
“No, no, no, no!” Connor started to really panic and his earlier decision to be still fled him. He thrashed in his captor’s arms but once again the arm around his neck just tightened again and the man’s other hand clamped over his mouth muffling his screams.
“Stop it now, or I will really hurt you.”
Panic and elevated fear was causing Connor to start to hyperventilate, which the arm around his throat and hand over his mouth did not help with. It overruled the sensible part of his brain telling him to listen to the threat and he continued his fruitless fight. It was minutes before his body gave up the fight and concentrated solely on the struggle to breathe.
“There’s a good boy. See? Not so hard.”
The other man’s hands were back on him now, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. Connor’s heart hammered in his chest as he tried to draw breath in through his nose and pull it down a constricted throat. He felt lost in the darkness of the blindfold, but it seemed to accentuate the feelings of the hands moving over his body. The man behind him manoeuvred his body so that the other man could strip his shirt and jacket off.
He felt his shoelaces being tugged at, and tensed again, his body telling him that if he kicked now he stood his best chance of doing damage.
“Oi!” the man holding him said sharply. “Don’t even think it.”
The menace in his voice was clear and Connor exhaled sharply through his nose. He felt the man by his feet stand up though.
“Good point,” the man said. “I’ll make sure his feet can’t go anywhere.”
Connor yelped behind the hand over his mouth as hands started pulling at the button and zip of his trousers. With a sharp yank his trousers were pulled down to his ankles. His yelp turned to a whimper as his boxers were yanked down to pile with his trousers, effectively hobbling his legs. Then he felt fingers tugging at his shoe laces again.
“I’d like to see him try to kick me now. He’s a little tied up.”
Both men laughed at the cheap joke.
After both of his shoes were untied, the man by his feet tried to lift Connor’s leg to pull them off. Connor used all his weight to keep his feet against the floor.
“Is he being a problem?” the man behind him asked. Connor was starting to think of him as Smirker; Connor could hear the smirk in nearly everything he said. He was sadistic and enjoying this.
“He appears to have got a bit stubborn. Can you give me a hand?”
“Certainly, sir.”
Wait? Sir? The man in front of him was some kind of boss to the other one?
Connor’s thoughts were cut off mid-way though as Smirker suddenly spoke into his ear again.
“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. One word, one shout and I will find another way to shut you up. Is that clear?”
Blinking behind his blindfold Connor nodded his agreement.
The hand was removed, but the arm went straight across his chest, wrapping around his rib cage. Suddenly Smirker was leaning backwards and Connor couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped him again as he felt himself move. As the man leant back, plastered tight to his body, Connor was pulled back too and his feet lifted off the ground.
“Thank you, very helpful,” Boss said.
Connor felt his shoes being pulled off, followed by his socks, trousers and underwear. Then he was lowered back to his feet. His hands, which had resumed gripping the arm around his neck, were pulled sharply behind him and he felt plastic wrap around them before being pulled tight. Naked, blindfolded, cable-tied and trapped against the firm strong body of one strange man, while another looked on. His whole body started to tremble.
“Can we get on with this now?” Smirker asked.
“Yes. Get him over to the bed,” Boss replied.
Connor couldn’t pretend that this was anything less than it was. This wasn’t a robbery he had interrupted, this was something else and he knew exactly what was going to happen to him now. He tried to resist as he was pushed forward but the other man was bigger and stronger and his feet dragged across the carpet until his legs hit the bed.
“Up,” Boss ordered.
With Smirker’s arm still tight on his throat, Connor didn’t have much room to disagree. He lifted his knees in turn and placed them on the bed, the man holding him still, his feet dangling off the edge. One of Smirker’s knees pushed between his feet, followed by the second, forcing him to spread his knees apart.
Smirker was now between his legs and pressing his body close against Connor’s. Connor could feel the unmistakable bulge in the man’s trousers hard against his naked and vulnerable arse. He could also hear movement in the room behind.
“Hand out.” The Boss’ voice was nearby again and Connor had a weird impulse to comply. But with his hands bound it was impossible to do more than jerk slightly.
Smirker huffed a laugh in his ear and Connor suddenly felt very foolish. But he barely had time to take the thought any further before a cold wet finger wormed between his cheeks making him yelp.
“Quiet, or we will gag you,” Boss said behind him.
Connor bit his lip and tried not to make any more noise, but the finger kept probing, finally finding his entrance. He whimpered again as the finger pushed through the ring of muscle.
“Okay, as you can’t keep quiet, gag it is.”
The Boss was speaking again and Connor heard movement around him, but the finger was still pushing into his body; Smirker’s free hand was no longer so free then.
Connor braced himself as the finger worked in and out of him. He clenched his jaw, determined to avoid whatever it was they were intending to use to shut him up. Rustling was followed by the bed dipping in front of him and he wobbled, but the arm still around his neck kept him upright.
The finger in his arse retreated as did the arm around his neck. Connor had a moment of relief before he felt himself being bent over. He could hear the sound of skin on skin somewhere nearby but his thoughts were disrupted when two fingers jabbed hard into his arse. His mouth opened with an involuntary yelp. Before he had a chance to close it again a hand was on the back of his head pushing it further down and something was shoved into his mouth.
The hand tightened its fist-like grip on his hair.
“Bite and I promise you will regret it,” the Boss’ voice growled at him.
Connor blinked back tears behind his blindfold. The man’s cock was deep in his mouth and he struggled to breath around it. He could taste pre-come leaking onto his tongue and the man’s scent was all he could smell.
“Move, or I will move you,” the man’s voice said again.
Connor struggled to raise his head, but had no leverage and was dangerously off balance. He whimpered again and the hand in his hair tightened, lifting his head. Then he felt his wrists gripped by the bindings and pulled on. As his arms were raised, his body was pulled up by the shoulders. The man behind him held him in the air giving him enough room to bob his head up and down on the other man’s cock, two fingers still working in his arse.
“Just be grateful I don’t feel like stripping the skin off my cock by taking you dry,” Smirker said with an extra-vicious thrust of his fingers. He twisted his hand and finger tips brushed over Connor’s prostate.
Connor let out a moan around the cock in his mouth as his body betrayed him. Smirker laughed at him and rubbed his prostate again. Now Boss was also laughing at him and Connor could feel his face and neck flush with embarrassment.
The fingers retreated from his arse and Connor knew what was coming next. He tried to lift his body up, a final desperate attempt to flee. But the hand knotted in his hair kept his body in place and he was forced deeper onto the cock in his mouth. Connor struggled not to choke and more tears escaped his eyes.
At the same time Smirker slapped him hard across the arse and yanked on his bound arms.
“Don’t even think about it. We’re going to fuck you raw and you are going nowhere.”
Connor whimpered again and his body sagged as he gave in completely. The extra weight on his shoulders burned but Connor couldn’t bring himself to care. He worked his mouth and tried to relax his muscles as he felt the blunt tip of Smirker’s cock against his arse. He cried out as the head breached the ring of muscle that hadn’t been stretched enough. He was rewarded by another slap across his arse.
“Quiet.”
Connor panted through his nose as the man pushed in deeper, feeling the sting and drag of cock against his insides. He suddenly realised that they would both want to do this to him and his best way of minimising the assault on his arse was to bring off the guy in his mouth.
Pushing aside a wave of revulsion Connor started to bob his head with more enthusiasm. He flexed his tongue, moving it up and down the shaft, running the tip along the thick vein on the underside of the man’s cock.
The man below him groaned. “Oh, good boy. Putting some effort into it finally.”
Connor mumbled his agreement around the man’s cock and the hand in his hair tightened again. Smirker behind him was pulling in and out of him with slow, deep strokes. He had angled himself so that he was pushing against Connor’s prostate as he moved and Connor couldn’t help his body reacting. He tried to tune out the pain in his shoulders, scalp and arse, and concentrated on trying to get both men finished as soon as possible.
He clenched his arse muscles, receiving a groan from behind him as reward and lifted his head as high as he could to play his tongue over the head of the cock in his mouth, delving into the slit and teasing under the ridge. The hand in his hair pushed him firmly back onto it and his mouth was once again full. The man’s hips were now thrusting off the bed and Connor tried not to gag as the cock kept hitting the back of his throat. Then with a loud groan and a final thrust Connor felt his mouth fill with come. He had the choice of either swallowing or choking so he swallowed.
Smirker was still moving slowly, driving into him with determination and patience as Connor cleaned the Boss. Then the man under him pulled out of his mouth, moving away completely. Connor felt his body being lowered and his head and shoulders hit the bed. Smirker still had hold of his wrists and still pulled on them, but some of the pressure was off.
The sense of relief did not last long though as, now he was braced, the man behind him started to thrust harder and deeper. Connor’s breath came in constant pants as Smirker pounded his body. He was making nonsensical sounds but couldn’t stop himself. The man was also panting loudly, swearing under his breath as his other hand came to grip Connor’s hip, pulling him back as Smirker drove forwards.
The man’s sounds started to change as his rhythm faltered and Connor guessed he was close to coming. A hand was then on Connor’s cock which had been hard since Becker’s arm had first curled around his neck in the hallway. Lester pulled at him in strokes that matched Becker’s pounding of his arse. He cried out into the duvet as he came and felt Becker’s fingers dig into his skin as Becker finished deep inside his body.
Moments later Connor felt Becker pull out and he was lowered onto his side on the bed. The blindfold was removed from his eyes and he blinked in the light being given off from the lamp in the corner. A face swam into focus.
“You okay there, pretty boy?”
“Yeah, Becks, yeah,” Connor managed to get out, unable to hide the dopey grin that was crossing his face.
Becker moved behind him and Conner felt the plastic ties around his wrists being cut. He pulled his hands around in front of him as Lester appeared from the en suite with a warm, damp flannel. He crouched down next to Connor and started to gently clean him.
“Are you hurt anywhere? Was it too much?”
“No, perfect, thank you.” The grin was even broader now and he watched Lester visibly relax when he saw it.
Lester passed the flannel to Becker, who brushed his hands down Connor’s back before wandering into the bathroom. Lester climbed onto the bed and pulled Connor closer. Connor didn’t need a second invitation, curling into Lester’s embrace, his body pleasantly achy. Becker reappeared, now naked, and sat on the bed in front of him. Connor leaned away from Lester again to draw Becker into a gentle kiss.
“Thank you, both of you. Really was perfect.”
“Good,” Becker grinned at him. “Got to say it was a lot of fun from where I was too. Anything else you want?”
“I’m quite hungry. Can we have dinner now?”
Lester and Becker both stared at him for a beat, then Becker looked over Connor’s shoulder at Lester.
“Can we reconsider the gag idea?”
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker/Connor
Words: 2,917
Rating, Warnings: 18. Allusions to non-con.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval. No copyright infringment intended.
Spoilers: None
AN: Another late Christmas gift fic. This is for
deinonychus_1 who asked for the BLT boys with the prompt "blindfold". Also for
bdsm_fandom's May challenge 'fantasy'.
AN2: Thanks to
fififolle for another super speedy beta.
AN3: This is set in my BLT verse, which has Connor as a collared sub to Becker and Lester in an established, happy, consensual relationship. You can find more stories in this verse here if you are so inclined.
Connor pulled his key from the front door as he pushed it open and stepped into the flat.
He was about to call out and announce his arrival, when it dawned on him that the apartment was silent and the hallway dark. Neither Lester nor Becker had been working today and Connor had expected them home when he got back from his shift. They must have gone out together. Connor tried not to be miffed that they hadn’t warned him he’d be alone when he came in, while simultaneously realising that this meant he could get some quality Xbox time in.
He turned and closed the front door, intending to move inside and switch the light on. Before he could turn back around though, an arm snaked around his neck and pulled him into a tight choke-hold. Another hand clamped firmly across his mouth. Connor started to struggle but the arm around his neck and the one over his mouth tightened further and breath was instantly hard to get.
“Don’t struggle if you want to keep breathing.”
The threat was hissed into his ear and the tone of voice chilled Connor to the bone. He stopped struggling immediately. He tried to breathe and his chest heaved with the effort and the panic that was setting in.
The strong arms and firm body he was held against dragged him backwards through the flat. All sorts of scenarios started running through Connor’s head, none of them good. His feet moved frantically backwards and he clutched frantically at the arm around his throat as his mind made the sudden realisation that he was being pulled into the bedroom. The main bedroom. The one he shared with Lester and Becker, the one that held so many happy memories.
“Was he any trouble?”
Connor stiffened as he heard a second voice behind him as they entered the bedroom. Shit. There were two of them. Panic set in deeper and Connor started to fight and wriggle in the grip he was held in again. Both the arms tightened once more and Connor’s mouth opened wide behind the strong hand as he tried to gasp for breath. The voice was rough in his ear again.
“He tried to struggle, but he’s too weak to really be any trouble.”
A flash of annoyance ran through Connor and he braced himself to start to struggle again. Then something else came from behind him and Connor felt cloth being wrapped across his eyes and tied behind his head. The surprise stopped his movement short and he still couldn’t breathe well enough to struggle even if he wanted to. Then the little he could see in the dark flat was also gone.
The fight left him. There were two of them, one of him. They had strength, numbers and surprise on their side. His best bet was to just stop, find out what they were after and pray he survived until the end. Maybe if he started complying with them a chance to escape may present itself later.
The arm around his neck loosened slightly and Connor started to heave in breaths. He braced himself and hoped they would explain what they wanted soon. Then he felt a finger brush down his face, and breath against his skin. Close, too close. Connor’s breathing started to quicken again.
“Let’s get his clothes off,” the newest voice said in his ear, tones silky smooth but clearly used to being obeyed.
“Wha? … What?” Connor stammered.
The first voice chuckled next to his head, and suddenly hands were pulling at his clothes.
“No, no, no, no!” Connor started to really panic and his earlier decision to be still fled him. He thrashed in his captor’s arms but once again the arm around his neck just tightened again and the man’s other hand clamped over his mouth muffling his screams.
“Stop it now, or I will really hurt you.”
Panic and elevated fear was causing Connor to start to hyperventilate, which the arm around his throat and hand over his mouth did not help with. It overruled the sensible part of his brain telling him to listen to the threat and he continued his fruitless fight. It was minutes before his body gave up the fight and concentrated solely on the struggle to breathe.
“There’s a good boy. See? Not so hard.”
The other man’s hands were back on him now, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. Connor’s heart hammered in his chest as he tried to draw breath in through his nose and pull it down a constricted throat. He felt lost in the darkness of the blindfold, but it seemed to accentuate the feelings of the hands moving over his body. The man behind him manoeuvred his body so that the other man could strip his shirt and jacket off.
He felt his shoelaces being tugged at, and tensed again, his body telling him that if he kicked now he stood his best chance of doing damage.
“Oi!” the man holding him said sharply. “Don’t even think it.”
The menace in his voice was clear and Connor exhaled sharply through his nose. He felt the man by his feet stand up though.
“Good point,” the man said. “I’ll make sure his feet can’t go anywhere.”
Connor yelped behind the hand over his mouth as hands started pulling at the button and zip of his trousers. With a sharp yank his trousers were pulled down to his ankles. His yelp turned to a whimper as his boxers were yanked down to pile with his trousers, effectively hobbling his legs. Then he felt fingers tugging at his shoe laces again.
“I’d like to see him try to kick me now. He’s a little tied up.”
Both men laughed at the cheap joke.
After both of his shoes were untied, the man by his feet tried to lift Connor’s leg to pull them off. Connor used all his weight to keep his feet against the floor.
“Is he being a problem?” the man behind him asked. Connor was starting to think of him as Smirker; Connor could hear the smirk in nearly everything he said. He was sadistic and enjoying this.
“He appears to have got a bit stubborn. Can you give me a hand?”
“Certainly, sir.”
Wait? Sir? The man in front of him was some kind of boss to the other one?
Connor’s thoughts were cut off mid-way though as Smirker suddenly spoke into his ear again.
“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. One word, one shout and I will find another way to shut you up. Is that clear?”
Blinking behind his blindfold Connor nodded his agreement.
The hand was removed, but the arm went straight across his chest, wrapping around his rib cage. Suddenly Smirker was leaning backwards and Connor couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped him again as he felt himself move. As the man leant back, plastered tight to his body, Connor was pulled back too and his feet lifted off the ground.
“Thank you, very helpful,” Boss said.
Connor felt his shoes being pulled off, followed by his socks, trousers and underwear. Then he was lowered back to his feet. His hands, which had resumed gripping the arm around his neck, were pulled sharply behind him and he felt plastic wrap around them before being pulled tight. Naked, blindfolded, cable-tied and trapped against the firm strong body of one strange man, while another looked on. His whole body started to tremble.
“Can we get on with this now?” Smirker asked.
“Yes. Get him over to the bed,” Boss replied.
Connor couldn’t pretend that this was anything less than it was. This wasn’t a robbery he had interrupted, this was something else and he knew exactly what was going to happen to him now. He tried to resist as he was pushed forward but the other man was bigger and stronger and his feet dragged across the carpet until his legs hit the bed.
“Up,” Boss ordered.
With Smirker’s arm still tight on his throat, Connor didn’t have much room to disagree. He lifted his knees in turn and placed them on the bed, the man holding him still, his feet dangling off the edge. One of Smirker’s knees pushed between his feet, followed by the second, forcing him to spread his knees apart.
Smirker was now between his legs and pressing his body close against Connor’s. Connor could feel the unmistakable bulge in the man’s trousers hard against his naked and vulnerable arse. He could also hear movement in the room behind.
“Hand out.” The Boss’ voice was nearby again and Connor had a weird impulse to comply. But with his hands bound it was impossible to do more than jerk slightly.
Smirker huffed a laugh in his ear and Connor suddenly felt very foolish. But he barely had time to take the thought any further before a cold wet finger wormed between his cheeks making him yelp.
“Quiet, or we will gag you,” Boss said behind him.
Connor bit his lip and tried not to make any more noise, but the finger kept probing, finally finding his entrance. He whimpered again as the finger pushed through the ring of muscle.
“Okay, as you can’t keep quiet, gag it is.”
The Boss was speaking again and Connor heard movement around him, but the finger was still pushing into his body; Smirker’s free hand was no longer so free then.
Connor braced himself as the finger worked in and out of him. He clenched his jaw, determined to avoid whatever it was they were intending to use to shut him up. Rustling was followed by the bed dipping in front of him and he wobbled, but the arm still around his neck kept him upright.
The finger in his arse retreated as did the arm around his neck. Connor had a moment of relief before he felt himself being bent over. He could hear the sound of skin on skin somewhere nearby but his thoughts were disrupted when two fingers jabbed hard into his arse. His mouth opened with an involuntary yelp. Before he had a chance to close it again a hand was on the back of his head pushing it further down and something was shoved into his mouth.
The hand tightened its fist-like grip on his hair.
“Bite and I promise you will regret it,” the Boss’ voice growled at him.
Connor blinked back tears behind his blindfold. The man’s cock was deep in his mouth and he struggled to breath around it. He could taste pre-come leaking onto his tongue and the man’s scent was all he could smell.
“Move, or I will move you,” the man’s voice said again.
Connor struggled to raise his head, but had no leverage and was dangerously off balance. He whimpered again and the hand in his hair tightened, lifting his head. Then he felt his wrists gripped by the bindings and pulled on. As his arms were raised, his body was pulled up by the shoulders. The man behind him held him in the air giving him enough room to bob his head up and down on the other man’s cock, two fingers still working in his arse.
“Just be grateful I don’t feel like stripping the skin off my cock by taking you dry,” Smirker said with an extra-vicious thrust of his fingers. He twisted his hand and finger tips brushed over Connor’s prostate.
Connor let out a moan around the cock in his mouth as his body betrayed him. Smirker laughed at him and rubbed his prostate again. Now Boss was also laughing at him and Connor could feel his face and neck flush with embarrassment.
The fingers retreated from his arse and Connor knew what was coming next. He tried to lift his body up, a final desperate attempt to flee. But the hand knotted in his hair kept his body in place and he was forced deeper onto the cock in his mouth. Connor struggled not to choke and more tears escaped his eyes.
At the same time Smirker slapped him hard across the arse and yanked on his bound arms.
“Don’t even think about it. We’re going to fuck you raw and you are going nowhere.”
Connor whimpered again and his body sagged as he gave in completely. The extra weight on his shoulders burned but Connor couldn’t bring himself to care. He worked his mouth and tried to relax his muscles as he felt the blunt tip of Smirker’s cock against his arse. He cried out as the head breached the ring of muscle that hadn’t been stretched enough. He was rewarded by another slap across his arse.
“Quiet.”
Connor panted through his nose as the man pushed in deeper, feeling the sting and drag of cock against his insides. He suddenly realised that they would both want to do this to him and his best way of minimising the assault on his arse was to bring off the guy in his mouth.
Pushing aside a wave of revulsion Connor started to bob his head with more enthusiasm. He flexed his tongue, moving it up and down the shaft, running the tip along the thick vein on the underside of the man’s cock.
The man below him groaned. “Oh, good boy. Putting some effort into it finally.”
Connor mumbled his agreement around the man’s cock and the hand in his hair tightened again. Smirker behind him was pulling in and out of him with slow, deep strokes. He had angled himself so that he was pushing against Connor’s prostate as he moved and Connor couldn’t help his body reacting. He tried to tune out the pain in his shoulders, scalp and arse, and concentrated on trying to get both men finished as soon as possible.
He clenched his arse muscles, receiving a groan from behind him as reward and lifted his head as high as he could to play his tongue over the head of the cock in his mouth, delving into the slit and teasing under the ridge. The hand in his hair pushed him firmly back onto it and his mouth was once again full. The man’s hips were now thrusting off the bed and Connor tried not to gag as the cock kept hitting the back of his throat. Then with a loud groan and a final thrust Connor felt his mouth fill with come. He had the choice of either swallowing or choking so he swallowed.
Smirker was still moving slowly, driving into him with determination and patience as Connor cleaned the Boss. Then the man under him pulled out of his mouth, moving away completely. Connor felt his body being lowered and his head and shoulders hit the bed. Smirker still had hold of his wrists and still pulled on them, but some of the pressure was off.
The sense of relief did not last long though as, now he was braced, the man behind him started to thrust harder and deeper. Connor’s breath came in constant pants as Smirker pounded his body. He was making nonsensical sounds but couldn’t stop himself. The man was also panting loudly, swearing under his breath as his other hand came to grip Connor’s hip, pulling him back as Smirker drove forwards.
The man’s sounds started to change as his rhythm faltered and Connor guessed he was close to coming. A hand was then on Connor’s cock which had been hard since Becker’s arm had first curled around his neck in the hallway. Lester pulled at him in strokes that matched Becker’s pounding of his arse. He cried out into the duvet as he came and felt Becker’s fingers dig into his skin as Becker finished deep inside his body.
Moments later Connor felt Becker pull out and he was lowered onto his side on the bed. The blindfold was removed from his eyes and he blinked in the light being given off from the lamp in the corner. A face swam into focus.
“You okay there, pretty boy?”
“Yeah, Becks, yeah,” Connor managed to get out, unable to hide the dopey grin that was crossing his face.
Becker moved behind him and Conner felt the plastic ties around his wrists being cut. He pulled his hands around in front of him as Lester appeared from the en suite with a warm, damp flannel. He crouched down next to Connor and started to gently clean him.
“Are you hurt anywhere? Was it too much?”
“No, perfect, thank you.” The grin was even broader now and he watched Lester visibly relax when he saw it.
Lester passed the flannel to Becker, who brushed his hands down Connor’s back before wandering into the bathroom. Lester climbed onto the bed and pulled Connor closer. Connor didn’t need a second invitation, curling into Lester’s embrace, his body pleasantly achy. Becker reappeared, now naked, and sat on the bed in front of him. Connor leaned away from Lester again to draw Becker into a gentle kiss.
“Thank you, both of you. Really was perfect.”
“Good,” Becker grinned at him. “Got to say it was a lot of fun from where I was too. Anything else you want?”
“I’m quite hungry. Can we have dinner now?”
Lester and Becker both stared at him for a beat, then Becker looked over Connor’s shoulder at Lester.
“Can we reconsider the gag idea?”