World Of Madness Part 1
Title: World Of Madness Part 1
Author: TalliW
Characters: Cutter/Lester
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Warning: non-con/dub-con
The door opened and filled the room with faint light. The man in the cell didn't bother to turn around. He stayed put on his plank bed, with his back to the door, staring aimlessly at the wall.
If this was the moment they wanted to take him to his execution he would learn that soon enough.
The slack trousers of the convict uniform they had given him for clothes was pulled down from his bottom and determined hands pushed him onto his belly.
He tried to struggle when a heavy body settled down on him but the harsh voice uttering the words, "Don't fight or it will hurt you more than necessary," made him freeze. James Lester would recognize that Scottish accent anywhere.
"Cutter!" he whispered.
"Yeah, it's me. No, just lie still and let it happen. It will be over quickly. I haven't had a nice, tight arse in ages."
A hard cock was sliding into his cleft and pressed against his hole insistently. The delicate but firm membrane didn't relent. Cutter cursed and drew back.
Lester heard the sound of spitting and then wet fingers circled his hole briefly. Then the hard length was there again, slipping inside this time without any major resistance.
It burned terrible and Lester hissed in pain. But the hot shame of being taken this way burnt even more.
Lester wanted to push, forcing the intruder out of his body but he knew how pointless that was. Cutter would only call for the guards to hold him down. Lester had heard that had happened with other prisoners when they had been visited by one of the new monarch's followers.
Cutter was pushing into him so deeply he could have rearranged internal organs.
Lester bit his lips to prevent himself from crying out in despair. Men weren't made for penetration. Everything about this situation felt so wrong.
But he didn't dare to fight. The guards had hard fists and liked to use them on insubordinate inmates. The punishment he would receive afterwards would be even more painful, and the injuries more long-lasting, than the short burning in his bum he'd have to endure right now.
And he wouldn't give Cutter that satisfaction either. The bastard would probably enjoy his struggles.
Lester was fucked with steady strokes, every one as unpleasant as the first. He wished Cutter would finish as quickly as he'd promised earlier. An eternity must have been passed since it had started.
Finally the man on top of him groaned and quickened his pace. A few more strokes later and hot liquid shot into his bowels whilst Cutter's body sunk down on him heavily.
"Thank you, James. Just what I needed." The words were whispered against his ear whilst the slowly softening cock slipped out of his body. It hurt as much as the intrusion had done.
He waited for Cutter to rise up and leave him alone, but the man stayed on top of him, covering his backside and nuzzling his face against his neck.
"I thought a condemned man would get his favourite meal or be granted a last wish, not just a defloration of his anus," he croaked some minutes later, finally breaking the deafening silence in the cell.
Cutter chuckled above him and bit lightly into his neck.
"I see you're still the same sarcastic bastard as before. I'm glad the weeks in the cell haven't broken you. But don't worry. You'll not end up in death row."
"Oh, how gracious of you. Excuse me, for not overflowing with gratitude. I would prefer a quick death over a boring time in a cell and the occasionally punches from the guards, not to mention your nice visit. Go back to weaseling around your wife and stop bothering me," Lester spat out and bucked up to throw Cutter off.
'That should be sufficient to get rid of him,' Lester thought.
He didn't care if Cutter called the guards. It didn't matter anymore. Not after what had happened. He had believed he could take it like a man, being strong in front of the enemy, but he had been wrong. What Cutter had just done had been worse than everything Lester had had to endure from the guards. Perhaps the beating would finally finish him off and end his pain.
But Cutter didn't get up or call the guards. Instead he pressed harder down onto Lester and started to pepper Lester's neck with kisses as if they were lovers.
"Helen is busy shagging her Stephen clone," Cutter whispered into his neck.
Lester gulped. He'd seen the cleaner clones and the callous way Helen Cutter had treated them. To hear that Cutter didn't mind that she had cloned Stephen too showed him how much the man had changed.
Lester didn't know much about the procedure which Helen used to wipe out parts of the old personality. He only knew it hadn't worked with him and Connor, but on the professor it had apparently been successful. But he still hoped there was something left of the old Nick Cutter, a tiny shred of compassion and kind-heartedness.
"And you don't care that your wife's fucking a copy of your former friend?" he asked.
Cutter shrugged. "Everyone needs some relaxation. Besides Stephen was a very attractive bloke. I wouldn't have minded having a go at him if he was still alive."
The last bit of hope in Lester died. The Nick Cutter he'd known, and grudgingly respected, really was dead. It was a cold-blooded stranger he was talking with. So far as he knew, the old Cutter hadn't been gay and he wouldn't ever have forced a prisoner to bend to his will.
"Why don't you join your wife and the clone instead of spending your time in a cell with a man you've always loathed?" he asked acerbically.
"Helen doesn't like to share and she has an aversion to most of the sexual practices I like. So we came to an understanding to go our separate ways. She has her fuck toy and I have freedom of choice to pick mine. I choose you."
"So I have the doubtful honour of being your fuck toy?" Lester said bitterly.
Cutter caressed his cheek. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. It's not as bad as it sounds. You'll get out of here and receive lots of privileges. And perhaps you'll grow to like taking it up the arse."
Lester gasped in horror as he realised Cutter meant to make this a permanent arrangement.
Nick Cutter finally stood up and closed his trousers. Lester sighed with relief and pulled his convict trousers up before he turned around. His dark eyes fixed adjuring on the other man as he said: "Cutter, please don't. I'll never get used to it. Get someone who enjoys this sort of sex. I know many men will be keen to share the bed of Helen Cutter's husband, the new second man in charge of the country."
"I've made my choice." Cutter announced stubbornly.
James Lester had had enough. He sprung up and hissed angrily: "Are you so twisted you go for rape now? Or do you just like to embarrass me, your former superior? You unfeeling bastard. Becker should have shot you when he had the chance."
The other man reacted fast. The backhanded blow made Lester's head bounce sidewards and he nearly lost his balance. He was still reeling from the heavy strike when Cutter put a choke collar around his neck and fixed a leash to the metal loop of the collar.
"Now come with me and behave. It would be a shame if I had to punish you. I don't like my property damaged. But I will not permit defiance."
"Why me?" Lester croaked.
Nick Cutter ignored the question and pulled at the leash. Lester had to move or the collar would strangle him.
As he followed, haltingly, the blond man smiled with a such a cruel expression it sent cold shivers up and down his spine.
The large room, formerly a lab, was sparely furnished. A king-size bed with a bedside cabinet, a table with two chairs and a wardrobe. The adjoining storage room had been rebuilt into a small bathroom.
Cutter removed the choke collar and pushed Lester into the shower stall.
"Get clean! I'll come back later and expect you to be prepared. The enema is in the bedside cabinet along with the lube."
After Cutter had gone, James Lester enjoyed the hot shower. It was the first opportunity he'd had to wash up thoroughly in weeks. He ignored the small amount of diluted blood running down his tights and the burning in his backside.
The towels were soft and he let one gently slide over his body.
He didn't want to put on the vile smelling convict uniform again so he searched the wardrobe for clothes. Two grey sweatpants and three white tee-shirts in different sizes were all he found inside. The clothes smelled cleanly of peach fragrance and he slipped into a matching set.
He was asleep on his front on the big bed when Cutter found him.
Lester woke up when his sweatpants were pulled down and a voice muttered, "You didn't use the lube and probably not the enema either. Just as well. It seems you want to be fucked unprepared again."
Cutter was already hard when he opened his trousers. He spat on his hand to wet his cock-head and then he was gliding inside Lester's arse again before Lester's drowsy mind realised what was happening.
Lester moaned and tried to relax his tense muscles. It hurt even more than the first time but it was over very quickly.
"Use the enema and the lube next time. I will be back this evening." Then Cutter was gone again.
Lester dragged himself into the shower and stood in the stall until the hot water run out.
He used the enema to clean his body of Cutter's juices but he still felt filthy afterwards. Finally he sank down on the bathroom floor in despair, realising that all the water in the world wouldn't be enough to make him ever feel clean again.
Ignoring the lube, he lay down on the bed and waited for Cutter...
Author: TalliW
Characters: Cutter/Lester
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
Warning: non-con/dub-con
The door opened and filled the room with faint light. The man in the cell didn't bother to turn around. He stayed put on his plank bed, with his back to the door, staring aimlessly at the wall.
If this was the moment they wanted to take him to his execution he would learn that soon enough.
The slack trousers of the convict uniform they had given him for clothes was pulled down from his bottom and determined hands pushed him onto his belly.
He tried to struggle when a heavy body settled down on him but the harsh voice uttering the words, "Don't fight or it will hurt you more than necessary," made him freeze. James Lester would recognize that Scottish accent anywhere.
"Cutter!" he whispered.
"Yeah, it's me. No, just lie still and let it happen. It will be over quickly. I haven't had a nice, tight arse in ages."
A hard cock was sliding into his cleft and pressed against his hole insistently. The delicate but firm membrane didn't relent. Cutter cursed and drew back.
Lester heard the sound of spitting and then wet fingers circled his hole briefly. Then the hard length was there again, slipping inside this time without any major resistance.
It burned terrible and Lester hissed in pain. But the hot shame of being taken this way burnt even more.
Lester wanted to push, forcing the intruder out of his body but he knew how pointless that was. Cutter would only call for the guards to hold him down. Lester had heard that had happened with other prisoners when they had been visited by one of the new monarch's followers.
Cutter was pushing into him so deeply he could have rearranged internal organs.
Lester bit his lips to prevent himself from crying out in despair. Men weren't made for penetration. Everything about this situation felt so wrong.
But he didn't dare to fight. The guards had hard fists and liked to use them on insubordinate inmates. The punishment he would receive afterwards would be even more painful, and the injuries more long-lasting, than the short burning in his bum he'd have to endure right now.
And he wouldn't give Cutter that satisfaction either. The bastard would probably enjoy his struggles.
Lester was fucked with steady strokes, every one as unpleasant as the first. He wished Cutter would finish as quickly as he'd promised earlier. An eternity must have been passed since it had started.
Finally the man on top of him groaned and quickened his pace. A few more strokes later and hot liquid shot into his bowels whilst Cutter's body sunk down on him heavily.
"Thank you, James. Just what I needed." The words were whispered against his ear whilst the slowly softening cock slipped out of his body. It hurt as much as the intrusion had done.
He waited for Cutter to rise up and leave him alone, but the man stayed on top of him, covering his backside and nuzzling his face against his neck.
"I thought a condemned man would get his favourite meal or be granted a last wish, not just a defloration of his anus," he croaked some minutes later, finally breaking the deafening silence in the cell.
Cutter chuckled above him and bit lightly into his neck.
"I see you're still the same sarcastic bastard as before. I'm glad the weeks in the cell haven't broken you. But don't worry. You'll not end up in death row."
"Oh, how gracious of you. Excuse me, for not overflowing with gratitude. I would prefer a quick death over a boring time in a cell and the occasionally punches from the guards, not to mention your nice visit. Go back to weaseling around your wife and stop bothering me," Lester spat out and bucked up to throw Cutter off.
'That should be sufficient to get rid of him,' Lester thought.
He didn't care if Cutter called the guards. It didn't matter anymore. Not after what had happened. He had believed he could take it like a man, being strong in front of the enemy, but he had been wrong. What Cutter had just done had been worse than everything Lester had had to endure from the guards. Perhaps the beating would finally finish him off and end his pain.
But Cutter didn't get up or call the guards. Instead he pressed harder down onto Lester and started to pepper Lester's neck with kisses as if they were lovers.
"Helen is busy shagging her Stephen clone," Cutter whispered into his neck.
Lester gulped. He'd seen the cleaner clones and the callous way Helen Cutter had treated them. To hear that Cutter didn't mind that she had cloned Stephen too showed him how much the man had changed.
Lester didn't know much about the procedure which Helen used to wipe out parts of the old personality. He only knew it hadn't worked with him and Connor, but on the professor it had apparently been successful. But he still hoped there was something left of the old Nick Cutter, a tiny shred of compassion and kind-heartedness.
"And you don't care that your wife's fucking a copy of your former friend?" he asked.
Cutter shrugged. "Everyone needs some relaxation. Besides Stephen was a very attractive bloke. I wouldn't have minded having a go at him if he was still alive."
The last bit of hope in Lester died. The Nick Cutter he'd known, and grudgingly respected, really was dead. It was a cold-blooded stranger he was talking with. So far as he knew, the old Cutter hadn't been gay and he wouldn't ever have forced a prisoner to bend to his will.
"Why don't you join your wife and the clone instead of spending your time in a cell with a man you've always loathed?" he asked acerbically.
"Helen doesn't like to share and she has an aversion to most of the sexual practices I like. So we came to an understanding to go our separate ways. She has her fuck toy and I have freedom of choice to pick mine. I choose you."
"So I have the doubtful honour of being your fuck toy?" Lester said bitterly.
Cutter caressed his cheek. "I'm sure you'll get used to it. It's not as bad as it sounds. You'll get out of here and receive lots of privileges. And perhaps you'll grow to like taking it up the arse."
Lester gasped in horror as he realised Cutter meant to make this a permanent arrangement.
Nick Cutter finally stood up and closed his trousers. Lester sighed with relief and pulled his convict trousers up before he turned around. His dark eyes fixed adjuring on the other man as he said: "Cutter, please don't. I'll never get used to it. Get someone who enjoys this sort of sex. I know many men will be keen to share the bed of Helen Cutter's husband, the new second man in charge of the country."
"I've made my choice." Cutter announced stubbornly.
James Lester had had enough. He sprung up and hissed angrily: "Are you so twisted you go for rape now? Or do you just like to embarrass me, your former superior? You unfeeling bastard. Becker should have shot you when he had the chance."
The other man reacted fast. The backhanded blow made Lester's head bounce sidewards and he nearly lost his balance. He was still reeling from the heavy strike when Cutter put a choke collar around his neck and fixed a leash to the metal loop of the collar.
"Now come with me and behave. It would be a shame if I had to punish you. I don't like my property damaged. But I will not permit defiance."
"Why me?" Lester croaked.
Nick Cutter ignored the question and pulled at the leash. Lester had to move or the collar would strangle him.
As he followed, haltingly, the blond man smiled with a such a cruel expression it sent cold shivers up and down his spine.
The large room, formerly a lab, was sparely furnished. A king-size bed with a bedside cabinet, a table with two chairs and a wardrobe. The adjoining storage room had been rebuilt into a small bathroom.
Cutter removed the choke collar and pushed Lester into the shower stall.
"Get clean! I'll come back later and expect you to be prepared. The enema is in the bedside cabinet along with the lube."
After Cutter had gone, James Lester enjoyed the hot shower. It was the first opportunity he'd had to wash up thoroughly in weeks. He ignored the small amount of diluted blood running down his tights and the burning in his backside.
The towels were soft and he let one gently slide over his body.
He didn't want to put on the vile smelling convict uniform again so he searched the wardrobe for clothes. Two grey sweatpants and three white tee-shirts in different sizes were all he found inside. The clothes smelled cleanly of peach fragrance and he slipped into a matching set.
He was asleep on his front on the big bed when Cutter found him.
Lester woke up when his sweatpants were pulled down and a voice muttered, "You didn't use the lube and probably not the enema either. Just as well. It seems you want to be fucked unprepared again."
Cutter was already hard when he opened his trousers. He spat on his hand to wet his cock-head and then he was gliding inside Lester's arse again before Lester's drowsy mind realised what was happening.
Lester moaned and tried to relax his tense muscles. It hurt even more than the first time but it was over very quickly.
"Use the enema and the lube next time. I will be back this evening." Then Cutter was gone again.
Lester dragged himself into the shower and stood in the stall until the hot water run out.
He used the enema to clean his body of Cutter's juices but he still felt filthy afterwards. Finally he sank down on the bathroom floor in despair, realising that all the water in the world wouldn't be enough to make him ever feel clean again.
Ignoring the lube, he lay down on the bed and waited for Cutter...