The Sex Exploits Of A Curious Clone, Chapter 5: Flogging
Title: The Sex Exploits Of A Curious Clone Part 5
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Nick clone
Rating: M
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.
Chapter 5: Flogging
Lester didn't know what Nick had in mind when he pushed him forcefully into the storage room after Lester had come backrather anxious from a meeting with the Home Secretary.
He was angry, he was sweating and he was really not in the mood for Nick's antics.
But before he could utter a word his mouth was stuffed with a ball gag and his hands were cuffed behind his back.
"Stay still and enjoy. You don't want to get me angry, do you?" the clone whispered in his ear whilst he fumbled for Lester's trouser zip.
Lester had accepted by now that it was better to go along with the clone, when he was eager to explore something new or he wouldn't get any rest until Nick had satisfied his curiosity. He just wished Nick had waited until they were both in the safety of his flat.
But in his current position there wasn't much he could do about it now. Hopefully this encounter wouldn't end in an awkward disaster again.
Carefully Nick lowered Lester's trousers and pants. With his shirt and jacket still on, Lester felt ridiculous and exposed. He just prayed no one would be in need of some office equipment and find him in this predicament. The chuckling caretaker last time had been more than enough.
Nick kissed him briefly on the hip then smiled devilishly as he took something out of his trouser pocket.
Lester gave a gurgling noise as a nipple clamp was attached to his right nipple, the ball gag effectively muffling his yell.
"I was shopping with Jenny and Sarah today. Jenny was looking for something for Danny's birthday and Sarah wanted a leather skirt. Seems Becker has a leather fetish," Nick said with a grin. "Our last stop, an adult shop, was very enlightening."
Lester looked wide-eyed at the clone who pulled a whip out from under his shirt. Suddenly Lester realised that was what he had briefly felt as Nick had given him a hug before he had left for the meeting. Nick must have carried the whip around in his waistband all afternoon.
Now the leather was warm and soft on Lester's skin as Nick slid the whip gently over his lover's crotch. To his embarrassment, Lester felt himself harden at the soft touch of the leather and closed his eyes to block out the clone's smug expression.
"Open your eyes!" Nick commanded and Lester cursed inwardly as he obeyed the order instantly. It seemed Nick was training him well.
The clone's eyes glittered as he pulled a cockring over Lester's penis and drew a muffled groan from him with that action.
The first stroke with the whip was so weak Lester barely registered it. The next was applied with more strength. This time the thin leather straps left lines of fire on Lester's arse.
Lester was waiting for the next hit and braced himself for the moment the clone would begin to whip him in earnest.
He was waiting thirty seconds, then a minute, two minutes but nothing happened. He only heard Nick's heavy breathing.
The anticipation was slowly killing him and he clenched his arse cheeks in desperation. Then the breathing behind him stopped.
Slowly Lester started to panic. Had he been abandoned by his lover again, left in this state to suffer?
Suddenly the swish of the whip penetrated the silence of the room. Seconds before the leather connected with Lester's body he heard Nick exhale loudly, followed by a soft groan as the whip reached its goal and left thin red lines on Lester's pale skin.
Lester staggered from the force of the stroke and nearly fell over his feet, trapped by his own trousers.
Nick stepped in front of him and pushed him down on his knees. Lester went willingly despite the hard concrete floor bruising his legs. With burning eyes he watched Nick open his trousers, revealing a rather impressive erection. He knew what was coming next and licked his lips in excitement.
Carefully the clone removed the ball gag from Lester's mouth. "I have something better to fill you with," he panted and pushed his cock deep into Lester's throat.
Lester had learnt the skill of deep throating long since. It was one of the clone's favourite way to come and they had practiced it often. But this time Lester had to fight his gag reflex. Nick's assault had been too savage.
Lester was still trying to relax his throat as Nick pulled out. Lester had closed his eyes again and therefore was unprepared for the sudden stinging on his arse and the flash of pleasure as the pain sidled along his nerves.
Nick had the whip well aimed at Lester's body as he pushed his cock back between Lester's waiting lips.
For a moment Lester marveled at the clone's self discipline. He knew he probably wouldn't be able to maintain enough control to do both at the same time. Then every thought left his brain as the tip of Nick's cock hit the roof of his mouth.
Suddenly Nick's left hand was fisting into Lester's hair, forcing him to take even more of Nick's hard length into his mouth whilst blow after blow rained down on his back, arms and arse with the whip. Soon Lester's back and arse was burning. And still the clone was pushing steadily in and out of his mouth.
Lester moaned desperately around Nick's cock. He was painfully hard and wanted nothing more as to get out of the handcuffs and touch himself until he found release. Yet it seemed that Nick wouldn't let him come until he was satisfied first. But eventually he would be able to speed up the process...
A shiver run through the clone's whole body as Lester started to hum.
'Now it won’t take much longer,' Lester thought triumphantly.
He had barely finished this thought as the slight bitter taste of semen flooded his mouth. Lester tried to take it all in but realised that was an useless attempt. He couldn't swallow as quickly as Nick was filling his mouth and come trickled down his chin.
The clone let the whip land a last time on Lester's backside before he withdrew and slumped down on the floor.
"Mine!" he panted and pulled Lester into his arms.
"Please," Lester sobbed and rubbed his erection desperately against Nick's hip. His body had turned in a large mass of craving flesh, drumming with need. He was ready to explode, only stopped by the ring around his cock.
Lester groaned thankfully as Nick removed the cock ring and began to stroke him. It was a matter of seconds until Lester came, now finally free of the restriction.
Shaken by a tremendous orgasm he was splashing them both with hot white goo and ruining his second suit this week.
After he had recovered, Lester couldn't help chuckling as he took in the mess they had made. "It's fortunate I've started to deposit spare suits in the ARC. Now get me out of these cuffs so I can clean up and change clothes."
Nick didn't move and Lester eyed him worried. Nick's puzzled expression didn't bode well.
"Wait here!" Nick ordered and jumped up. Lester gave in to the temptation to roll his eyes. There wasn't much he could do but wait in this condition. There was no way he would leave the room with his trousers down, cuffed and covered with spunk.
Lester struggled against the handcuffs but realised it was a futile attempt. They sat snugly around his wrists and wouldn't come off without the key. He wasn't James Bond after all.
Within three minutes Nick was back. "Got the key," he announced cheerfully, then opened the handcuffs and helped him to clean up.
Lester staggered out of the storage room and coloured in a lovely shade of red when he saw Danny Quinn waiting in front of the door.
"Can I have my handcuffs key back now?" Danny asked nonchalantly.
Lester sighed resignedly as he handed him the items. He was sure Danny Quinn wouldn't let pass this opportunity to tease him mercilessly in the weeks to come.
When Lester sat carefully down in his chair, showered and in a new suit, and started, energized, on some overdue reports he smiled in satisfaction.
As long Nick brought him off like that he could deal with another ruined suit and some teasing from an ex-police officer.