The Magic Of A Rhino Horn
Title: The Magic Of A Rhino Horn
Author: TalliW
Characters: Oliver Leek, rest of the team
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the wonderful Fredbassett for beta duty.
Summary: Oliver Leek has a problem.
AN:Dedicated to the lovely Canadian Jay.
The story is also my attempt of curing me of a disturbing image Canadian Jay put into my mind with one of her stories.;)
Saturday:
Oliver Leek stared in frustration at his limp dick in his hand. Just a moment ago he had re-played the records of the little camera he had installed in the ARC's womens’ locker room.
Watching Abby peel of her farraginous set of clothes had never failed to get a rise out of him before. This time his cock hadn't even twitched.
Ten minutes later when even the voluptuous breasts of Jenny Lewis had failed to encourage his penis into any action Oliver panicked.
He wasn't even on the bad side of thirty yet and he was already having trouble getting it up? That couldn't be...
Oliver always had snickered at the men with erection problems who furtively asked for penis salves and pumps in the sex shop. He didn't want to be one of them.
Frantically, Oliver shuffled through the pile of records he had made over the years.
There, his favourite. A young civil servant named Christine Johnson, giving a blow job to the old goat who had been head of the Office for Security and Counter-terrorism at the time.
She still was working her way up to the top and one day this tape would be valuable blackmail material. Perhaps he would even try out her sinful mouth for himself at some point. But till then he was content to jerk off to her brilliant perfomance.
During the first minutes of the show Oliver's dick already showed some interest yet it never grew really hard.
Desperately Oliver tugged at his cock, rubbed the tip with practised moves of his thumb and massaged his balls as he imaged it was his cock that was being so skillfully worked. Still all his attempts to get a real erection failed. His penis didn't want to cooperate.
"Fuck!" Oliver yelled and swept a DVD case from his desk. With a loud clatter it fell on the floor and burst open. Leek registered dimly that it was the expensive cum shots porn film he had bought recently.
Carefully he picked the DVD up and put it back on his former place on the desk. The lovely women in the film weren't responsible for his predicament after all. Perhaps they could even help him. The first time he had watched the DVD he had blown his wad within two minutes.
Before Oliver could come to a decision about giving the porno film a try or not, his mobile started ringing. He looked at the display and knew he wouldn't have any success tonight. Helen Cutter made his cock shrink even on good days. He would never understand what Cutter and Hart saw in her.
"Yes, everything has been set in motion... That too... Of course she has. Temple is desperate to get some... Yes, yes, I know that. I will do what is necessarily... Okay, yes, you too."
After the call Oliver went straight to bed. He wasn't even in the mood for a game of backgammon with one of his online-friends any more.
Monday:
The new footage from the looker room had again failed to arouse him.
Now Oliver was getting seriously worried that something was wrong with him. He had heard diabetes and renal diseases could lead to erectile disorder. For the past two days he hadn't even had his usual morning woody. Perhaps he was already deathly ill.
For the late afternoon he had arranged an appointment with his doctor. It was embarrassing to reveal his problem to a medical practitioner but it was his only hope of getting cured. And that had to happen soon. His situation already had started to affect his work. Oliver had been so distracted that Lester had rebuked him twice.
It also was wasn't improving Oliver's mood to see Cutter and Temple sporting wood as Jenny Lewis walked into the ARC in an elegant white dress whereas his own cock stayed completely unresponsive.
Tuesday:
The anger about his incompetent physician still hadn't faded. If everything was okay with him as the quack had said why then couldn't he procure a decent erection?
His job had been always demanding but he’d never had trouble rising to the occasion. So stress certainly wasn't the cause of his impotence.
Perhaps it had to do with the amorous glances Cutter had been giving Lester for the past week. That would probably put every healthy hetero man out of sorts.
Wednesday:
So the Viagra he had ordered over the internet was crap. He had maintained an erection for exactly seven seconds. But afterwards his balls had ached for hours.
In his frustration, Oliver had written an e-mail to a self-appointed warlock who had charged him £20 for the answer that Rhinoceros horn would cure him.
Oliver knew the use of rhino horn for medical purposes was illegal. However, on the black market you could get everything, albeit for an excessive prize. Unfortunately the salary of a ordinary civil servant didn't quite cover such expenses. So how could he get Rhino horn without money? Perhaps Helen...
Oliver quashed the idea as quickly as it had come up. Telling Helen about his erectile dysfunction was out of the question. The bitch would only revel in his predicament.
Apparently he would have to resign himself to living with his impotence until his plan had succeeded. Money wouldn't be a problem then any more.
Thursday:
Oliver couldn't believe his luck. That Stephen Hart of all people would do him a favor and capture an Etruscan rhinoceros seemed like a wonder.
It had been placed in the holding area right next to the Columbian mammoth and didn't seem overly happy about it. All he had to do now was find a way to get near the dangerous animal without getting killed...
Friday:
Confused the Etruscan rhino shook his head as it woke up from a drug-induced slumber. His small eyes squinted at its horn that suddenly seemed a lot shorter than before.
In a dark corner of the ARC infirmary, Oliver Leek pushed his hard cock deep in the mouth of the kneeling soldier.
While the young soldier suckled enthusiastically on Oliver's cockhead, Oliver gently caressed the tip of the conus in his jacket pocket.
The rhino horn had more delivered than the warlock had promised. It hadn't only cured him from his impotence it had also opened a complete new world for him.
Apparently men were a lot easier to convince to have casual sex with him than women.
From now on he would get real life action on top of the wonderful video footage. The camera in the men's locker room was installed by now and had already proven it was working properly. Connor Temple really had a nice arse...