Primeval fic: Practice

[knitekat]

Title: Practice

Author: knitekat

Word Count: 243

Characters: Lester/?

Rating: 18

Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. It is certainly not mine, no money is being made and I will replace after use.

Warning: Dub-con.

A/N: Thanks for the beta, Luka.

Blindfolded, gagged and with his wrists securely fastened behind his back, Lester couldn't resist as he was dragged alone one of the ARC corridors.

Air was forcibly expelled from his lungs as he was pushed hard into a wall. His feet were kicked apart and Lester found himself in a position he could not move from.

He felt hands pat his legs, working their way up as they searched him. As those hands took great interest in his groin, Lester felt his cock harden and heard a chuckle at his response from his captor.

He really needed to talk to Ryan about how his soldiers took these hostage practises far less seriously than they should.

Lester felt those same hands as they eased open his trousers and reached inside. As a hand stroked his now leaking cock, Lester bit back a soft moan as he felt teeth nip at his neck and the hardness that pressed against his arse.

Lester found himself aroused by the thought of not knowing whose hands were upon him, of not knowing who else was watching them.

He decided that maybe his talk with Ryan could wait.

Lester's trousers and boxers were pushed down, and he shivered slightly in the cool air.

His shiver became convulsive as fingers pushed inside, as teeth still nibbled his neck.

As the blunt head slipped inside him, Sir James Lester decided that he really didn't need to talk to Ryan after all.

Comments

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Thanks and thanks for the beta. I don't think Lester would mind arranging another practice for the soldiers (g)