Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: Breaking Badass
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Heavy (consensual) kink of various kinds, and non-sexual bodily fluids. Seriously, this is evil, nasty, and probably bad for your health. And Becker’s. Intense, and also a little angsty.
Set after 4x06, and references events therein.
Author's Note: Starts the same day as Something Borrowed, a few hours later.
Summary: Becker doesn’t think his lovers can break him. Abby and Connor beg to differ.
Breaking Badass
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To: SoldierBoy
From: RedFive
Subject: Home soon!
Hey Becksylove. Wedding’s over. Chaos. Destruction. Direwolves. Jenny being awesome. Long story. Making a stop, but WBH in ~2 hrs <3x10000 –C
To: Capt. H. Becker
From: ARC Medical Staff
Subject: Your evaluations have been scheduled
Dear ARC employee.
You have been scheduled for a medical evaluation appointment Sunday at 0900. Please arrive 15 minutes early, and come prepared for a full-body examination.
Location: Prospero Industries West Campus, Building 12, Room B402
Becker rubbed his bleary eyes and squinted at his mobile. He’d spent the whole day sleeping off last night’s bomb adventures, and wondered if maybe he wasn’t awake enough yet to read that right. A second look, however, confirmed it. But a medical exam? He’d just had one two months ago, and he’d been treated recently for his now-healed bite injury as well. And on a Sunday? Not at the infirmary?
He was confused. Still, the strangeness of how Burton ran the ARC was ongoing. Just another bit of weird protocol to endure. The only problem was, he was hoping to spend that day with Abby and Connor.
“So much for that,” he muttered to himself. Yawning, he smiled. At least they’d be home soon.
***
“Genius. I think we’ll keep you.” Connor happily rubbed a belly full of spicy paella.
“That’s an encouraging thought.” Becker grinned and downed the last of his glass of wine. Whatever disagreement they’d had on the mission seemed to have evaporated in the chaos of the creature incursion; Abby and Connor were quite tight, constantly giggling and flirting with each other over their meal. The sight made him warm with contentment.
“I’m absolutely knackered, though. Not like the puppies let me sleep much.” Connor punctuated his words with face-splitting yawn.
Abby caught the contagion and yawned herself, squirming in a most delightful way as she did so. “I’m done for, too, I’m afraid. Still a little hungover.” She looked at Becker sadly. “You slept all day though, hey? Probably not ready to come to bed, yet?”
He sighed. “Nope. And I wouldn’t want to keep you two awake. I’ll just read out here for a while until I’m ready?”
“Fine by me.” Abby got up to take the dishes into the kitchen, giving him a spicy, wine-flavored kiss on her way. “Night, love.”
“Mmm,” he purred happily. “Night.”
Connor stood up and stretched, coming around for his own goodnight kiss.
“Oh, before I forget.” Becker stopped him. “I meant to mention: I’m not going to be around for brunch tomorrow after all. I got scheduled for this strange medical test thing.”
“Did you now?” Connor smirked.
“Yeah… wait.” He raised a curious eyebrow. “Do you know something about this?”
Connor smiled lazily. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.” After pressing a loose kiss on his confused lover, he sauntered into the kitchen after Abby.
The naughty giggles Becker heard from the room made his heart skip.
After they’d gone to bed, he fidgeted restlessly on the sofa, unable to concentrate on reading. He wondered what they knew about his appointment. And what it was really about. And what might actually happen to him there. Shivering a little, he stuffed a hand down his trousers.
***
They were gone when he got up the next morning. A note on the fridge in Connor’s scrawl said, “Out getting into trouble. See you later. xx”
“Trouble, hey?” He shook his head in amusement. “I’ll bet.”
The building was indeed part of one of Prospero’s satellite campuses, but it looked as if it hadn’t been occupied for some time. Remembering what he’d read about the company, he assumed it was part of a shuttered biological research facility. The building in question was likely one abandoned when another company patented a medical device similar to the one they’d been developing there.
The door to the building was unlocked, however, and the lights in the lobby were on when he came in. He looked around, trying to get his bearings and figure out where to go next.
“Good morning, Captain Becker.”
The familiar voice made him turn. Standing at the end of the corridor was Abby, decked out in a stereotypical sexy nurse’s uniform, with a bra-baring gap in the front and a skirt that only barely covered her. Her hair was done up under a small hat, and she wore bright-red, sky-high heels.
“Good morning,” he said, nodding in appreciation at the sight.
“I trust you’ve come properly prepared?” She asked sweetly.
“I have indeed. Freshly showered and all.” He nodded, flushing just a little.
“Well, then, the doctor will see you now.”she said slyly. “Follow me.”
“My pleasure,” he murmured, as he watched her walk down the corridor, her perfect arse twitching in the tiny skirt.
To his uncomfortable surprise, the basement room she led him to was actually an old morgue. Abandoned, obviously, and a little dusty from years of disuse, it nonetheless had a full complement of equipment, including the centrepiece: a large autopsy table with a sprayer attachment and a drain. The entire effect was slightly creepy; he began to wonder if his suspicions of Connor’s mad-scientist leanings were true.
“Please, sir, if you’ll disrobe and have a seat on the table, we’ll get started momentarily.” Abby sounded positively giddy.
As soon as he was naked and splayed out, she bound him: Nylon straps at his wrists secured him to the table, and another set wrapped around his ankles and thighs, pulling his knees up and apart. Despite the bizarre setting and cold steel underneath him, he quickly found himself getting aroused, anticipating what they might do to him in such a position.
“There, now.” She patted his chest, then called over her shoulder. “Doctor Temple? Your patient is ready.”
Becker had to turn awkwardly to see him, but what he saw made him giggle. Connor was in scrubs and an oversized lab coat, and he wore a pair of bright purple exam gloves.
“What’s so funny, Captain?” Connor was obviously trying his best to sound serious.
“Nothing,” Becker giggled again.
“Indeed.” Connor raised an eyebrow. “Well, I think you’ll find that things aren’t so humourous here in just a few moments. Nurse Maitland?” He turned to Abby.
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Bring me the box.”
She turned to a side table, and produced what looked like a large toolbox.
“So, Captain, the reason you’ve been asked here today is to be tested on your endurance.” As Connor spoke, he opened the tool box, and began drawing out several strange-looking instruments, lining them up on a tray nearby. “There will be four different tests. At any point in each test, you may ask us to stop, and we’ll do so, but be warned that your final score on the tests will be affected. Clear?”
“Yes, Doctor. Perfectly clear.” He was a little curious and concerned at some of the items he saw, but he still smiled in calm amusement.
“All right, then. Let’s begin.” Connor smiled confidently. “Your first test, Captain, is flexibility.”
Becker eyed his bonds in confusion. How was he going to be tested on flexibility in this position?
Connor read his mind. “Oh, not flexibility of your limbs, Captain.” Reaching over to the tray, he produced four items: A set of nasty looking clamps, two small leather cuffs set with steel rings, and something Becker didn’t actually recognize at first.
“What… is that?” He gaped.
Abby burst out in a belly laugh. “Oh, of course you wouldn’t recognize it, silly boy. You’ve never had to deal with one of these. Although this one’s a bit smaller than usual.” Taking the instrument from Connor, she held it up to Becker’s face. “See, it opens up like this.”
He was almost embarrassed by the noise he made.
In a few moments, the clamps were attached—tight and uncomfortable, but bearable—and the two cuffs were wrapped around his cock and balls. That part actually felt rather good, he thought to himself. The snug binding made the flesh swell a little, exciting his nerves.
But then Abby moved down between his legs. He was a little annoyed with himself for it, but a small wave of shame washed over him. It was one thing to be naked and exposed in bed with them, quite another to be spread out like this, being stared at like a lab animal.
Though she had generously coated the instrument with lube, it still felt strange as it entered his body. Warm things—fingers, tongues, Connor’s fantastic cock—felt nice going in there. This cold, hard steel was uncomfortable and alien; he didn’t like it. And then she began ratcheting it open. He cursed himself for being so distracted by the odd sensation that he forgot to relax. The first involuntary stretch of the tight ring of muscle hurt like hell, and he barked in pain.
“Oh!” Abby looked up at him in sympathy. Thankfully, she stopped, and let him catch a breath. Finally, he relaxed a bit more, and she continued. The rush of cool air into his body felt downright weird, and he squirmed, getting used to the feeling.
Finally, the device had been opened all the way. “Nice and stretched, now?” She trilled at him, slipping a couple of fingers inside and stroking along the exposed flesh.
He groaned an assent.
Connor, meanwhile, had retrieved a carabiner clip and what looked like a dog lead. The clip he connected to the chain on the clamps and the ring set in the leather cuff around his cock. The length was simply too short, and both cock and nipples were stretched to painful limits.
The dog lead he connected to the ring set in the cuff around Becker’s balls.
“Shall we take our pet for a walk?” Connor giggled, and tugged.
Becker coughed out a sharp curse, thrashing a little as his body involuntarily tried to follow where his balls were going. His squirming, of course, also made his other bindings dig in. He lay back, mewling a little. There was nothing he could do but lie as still as possible, trying to bear the discomfort as Connor dragged hard on the leash.
The pain was maddening, but still tolerable. He refused to say the safeword.
Finally, Connor decided he’d had enough, and set about to removing the set of devices. “Very well done for your first test, Captain! You passed with flying colours. Now, on to the next!”
“Time for a tea break, Doctor?” Abby chirped. “Kettle’s on.”
“Excellent idea!”
Becker was confused, but smiled anyway. A break would be nice, actually. Tea even nicer. He glanced over to the counter where Abby was standing, pouring boiling hot water into cups.
She handed one to Connor, and kept the other for herself.
“None for me?” Becker pouted.
“Oh, we haven’t forgotten you,” she said kindly. Pulling the soggy teabag out of her steaming cup, she held it over his chest, where it began to drip extremely hot liquid. Connor did the same on his side, concentrating on Becker’s already-sore nipples.
As each little drop of fire hit his flesh, he groaned, squirming away from them as they fell. But his tormenters were relentless, resoaking the bags and dripping over the rest of his body, from his sensitive inner thighs to the naked head of his swollen cock.
Just when he thought he could take no more, they finally stopped.
“Had enough heat, Captain?” Connor asked calmly.
“Yesss…” Becker hissed, still feeling the sting of the last few burns.
“Then perhaps we should cool you down. Nurse?”
“On it, Doctor!” Setting aside her cup, she brought out a small, insulated container.
“This should do the trick, I imagine!” Connor said brightly. Reaching into the container, he brought out several cold packs and a container of ice cubes.
Becker groaned again.
The two smallest cold packs were set on his nipples, where their radiating cold quickly became uncomfortable. Then one of the larger ones was wrapped around his cock. Finally, Connor moved around between his legs, and opened the container of ice cubes. “Definitely need to cool you down well,” he chuckled to himself. One by one, four ice cubes made their way inside Becker’s body.
He couldn’t tell whether the growing ache in his pelvis was from the ice or from the braking effect it was having on his arousal. In either case, it was highly uncomfortable. He began to breathe hard, wondering if they’d considered the potential effects of frostbite on those sensitive parts.
“Shall we see how long he can stand this?” Connor pulled a small electronic timer from the toolbox.
“Indeed we shall.” Abby smiled. “Say, five minutes for now?”
“Excellent.” Connor clapped his hands merrily. “So, Nurse Maitland. What do you think we should do while we’re waiting?”
“Oh, I could think of a few things, Doctor.” She looked over her shoulder, her voice heavy and teasing. Putting her hands on the edge of the table, she bent over, her face close to Becker’s, and wriggled her arse invitingly.
“Oh, Nurse. You always have the cleverest ideas.” Connor sauntered up behind her. Pushing down the front of his scrubs, he drew out his cock, and rubbed it down her cleft.
She chittered in delight, and arched her back, a reaction that made Becker’s cock, even with the cold chasing the blood away, swell and throb. He groaned a little in frustration, and then bit his lip hard as Connor entered her in one swift motion.
The seconds on the timer ticked away, not long in normal time, but under the circumstances, seeming like an eternity. Though his body was trying to combat the cold—the packs were slowly warming up, and thin streams of water trickled down his backside—he was beginning to grow numb. Worse than the cold, however, was watching them. With Abby’s pleasure-twisted face so close to his, and Connor’s sharp, giddy noises of excitement echoing in the room, he felt he was going mad. By the time Connor’s eyes were rolling back and Abby’s hand, jammed between her legs, had built to a furious speed, he began to wonder if he might actually whisper the safeword. But then, with ragged, euphoric cries, they were done, and shortly after, the timer beeped.
Connor, still shuddering out his last aftershocks, put his cock away, and strolled over to the edge of the table. He took off the ice pack, much to Becker’s relief, and massaged a little to get the circulation back. A move that, of course, only made his frustration worse.
“Well, Captain, you’ve proven yourself quite tough so far. I’m impressed!” Connor grinned over at him. “I think it’s time we move to the next phase, then. Nurse Maitland? The needles, please.”
“Needles?” Becker murmured under his breath.
“Just a little acupuncture,” she said sweetly. “Although these are a bit bigger than acupuncture needles.” She opened a sterile package, which contained a dozen thin, sharp tips meant for syringes.
Becker found his stomach curdling a little. After everything else they’d done to him so far, surely a few small puncture wounds weren’t a big deal. But it was where they planned to puncture that worried him.
After the other treatments they’d received, his nipples were a little sore and swollen, and very sensitive. Just the way Connor pinched them to steady the flesh for the needle made him want to squirm. And then there were the needles themselves. The first stab through his flesh smarted like a wasp sting, as did the second, as the needle came out the other side. He grunted, huffing a little with the pain. Then the other nipple got the same treatment. His eyes rolled, and he twisted his fists in his bonds, trying to keep control of the pain until the initial wave had subsided. But Connor wasn’t done with him, yet. Moving down to the other end of the table, he first stroked Becker’s balls, the tender touch making the skin warm up and come alive. Then he gathered up a bit of the loose flesh, and slipped a needle through it. Though nowhere near the precious contents of the sack, the needle piercing the sensitive surface skin made him feel like his balls were going to explode.
And then Connor moved to his cock.
“Fuck!” Becker shouted, trying to manage the little spots of throbbing pain erupting from the skin that Connor was piercing. More than anything else he’d experienced so far today, this bloody hurt. But he wasn’t going to say the safeword. They were just little holes in his flesh, he reminded himself. Just tiny, superficial wounds that wouldn’t even need a plaster. He calmed down some, but still moaned pathetically.
“My goodness, that’s a lot of noise, Captain!” Connor looked impressed. “Nurse Maitland, I think our patient needs something to occupy his mouth. Can you help?”
“I can indeed, Doctor.” Murmuring happily, Abby climbed up on the table and knelt over him, her knees on either side of his head. Now this, Becker thought, was anything but torture. Hovering over him, her cunt was just inches from his face: dark pink, ripe and shiny-slick with her own arousal and pearly trails of Connor’s come. For a moment, he forgot about the stabbing pain elsewhere in his body. As she eased down, he opened his mouth, extending his tongue to lap at her dripping flesh. But then, with a flash of shock, he realized that wasn’t all she was there for. Suddenly, a pale yellow stream splashed over him, stinging his eyes and spilling into his open mouth.
“That’s it, Captain! Doing well!” She said smugly, obviously enjoying the way he squirmed and sputtered underneath her.
Though his logical mind couldn’t explain why, somehow, the combination of her hot piss on his face and the sting of the needles worked for him. With a sudden rush that took him quite by surprise, he arched his back, growling between clenched teeth, and came hard, muscles cramping just a little in his tight position.
In a moment, Connor removed the needles and Abby began clearing up the mess—running a warm stream of water from the table’s sprayer over him to wash away the various fluids that covered his skin. The care was soothing, and Becker’s head began to clear. He smiled up at them, quite satisfied with himself in his warm, post-orgasm glow. “See? You didn’t break me. Told you you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, that’s so cute!” Abby smiled innocently, looking over at Connor. “He thinks we’re done with him!”
Connor chuckled to himself, and wandered back over to the toolbox. “Not quite, Captain. There’s still one more bit of endurance you need to face.”
Becker frowned uncomfortably. “And that would be?”
Connor produced a small, black device with several dials. “So, I recall you saying something about Tasers at Sandhurst, yes?”
Becker’s eyes went wide. “Uh. Yeah?”
Connor pointed to the device. “Well, this isn’t quite as nasty as those, but I think you’ll find it carries quite a kick anyway.”
As he spoke, Abby rummaged around in the box as well, coming up with several little implements, each with a cord and plug that looked intended to be attached to the box.
“Let’s start with this one.” Connor selected a small tool that looked like a miniature pizza cutter, only with spikes round the wheeled part. Plugging its cord into the device, he switched it on, and adjusted the dials to what looked like a low setting.
He started on Becker’s arm. The first touch of the spiked wheel stung, both from its sharp tips and from the electrical charge surging through them. Painful, but hardly worse than the needles he’d just endured.
Over and across Becker’s body, Connor played the wheel, digging it in a little here and there, and dialing up the intensity. Finally he drew it around and over Becker’s cock, with the settings about halfway up.
In his post-orgasmic sensitivity, a touch he might have tolerated when aroused smarted fiercely. A low growl started in his chest as the torment continued, and soon, he was actively keening with the pain.
Still, he didn’t ask Connor to stop.
“Next toy, Doctor?” Abby asked, holding up a thick, metal cylinder.
“Yes! I think that one will work nicely.” Connor swapped out the wheel for the cylinder. This, to Becker’s great discomfort, was slid neatly into his already-sore hole. Then Connor turned the device on.
Becker cried out at the rush of prickly pain. It was as if dozens of tiny, venomous insects had been let loose inside him. He writhed and thrashed in his bonds, shaking his arse a little as if he could get away from the probe.
Abby came round to the head of the table and took one of his trembling hands. “You can take this,” she said quietly, whispering soothingly into his ear. “I know you can.”
He squeezed her hand, taking some comfort in her tenderness. But the fire inside him still grew. His breathing grew laboured, and his vision started going blurry.
Then, blessedly, Connor stopped, and withdrew the probe.“Amazing,” he whistled low. “You really are remarkably resilient, Captain.”
Becker managed a weak smile. He could sense it. He was close to winning this bet—close to beating them, and taking whatever they could give him.
But then Connor produced the last implement. A little longer than the other probe, this one was incredibly thin—less than the diameter of a straw—and bore several ripples along its length. Connor took great care with it, giving it a good rubdown with antiseptic and a thin coating of sterile lube before plugging it into the box.
With a sudden rush of nausea, Becker realized where the tool was going.
Steadying Becker’s half-mast cock with one hand, Connor slipped the metal probe into the tiny slit at its crown. Working very carefully, he slowly pushed the probe in, just until he felt a hint of resistance.
Becker’s eyes were wild, and sweat dappled his body. Of all the things that had ever been done to his body, this particular one was something he’d never even imagined, let alone experienced. The sensation made his cock feel like it had suddenly turned inside out. For a wild moment, he thought of begging Connor not to turn the device on, but sheer, reckless bravery kept him mute.
As Connor turned the device’s dials up, Becker began huffing, gasping heavy breaths, snorting them out through flared nostrils. He gripped at Abby’s hands, and accepted her soft kisses across his fevered face.
He fought and writhed, grinding his teeth and trying with every ounce of his being to tolerate the pain. They weren’t going to make him say the safeword. They just weren’t.
“Want me to stop?” Connor teased. “I’ll stop. You just have to say it. C’mon. You know you want to.”
“Nooo!” he moaned, miserable.
“Say it!” Abby commanded, a slight edge of concern in her voice.
“No. No. Nononono…” Becker moaned pathetically. Relentless, Connor kept turning up the dials. Becker wildly fantasized about ripping off his own cock to get away from the pain. Finally, it was so bad that he couldn’t help himself, and a thin, hot stream of piss flowed out past the probe and dripped onto his belly.
“Fuck!” He drew in a huge gulp of air, and let it out in a scream. “HILARY!”
The pain stopped. And the room echoed with the sound of his voice.
It was like being in a dream. Or on really good painkillers. He felt detached from his body, somehow. He felt Connor carefully withdrawing the probe, but everything else was just a spinning wheel of colours.
“A'ight, Becks?” Abby stroked sweat-matted hair from his forehead. Her face slowly came into focus.
He nodded, words still not possible for the moment. And then, perhaps more humiliating than anything else he’d experienced, he began to sob.
Quickly, the two worked to unbind him and sop up the mess he’d made. They stroked him down with soft, damp cloths and massaged his cramped shoulder and thigh muscles. They petted and kissed and loved him with gentle kindness, easing him back into the real world. When he was finally steady, they got him to his feet, and helped him get dressed.
The ride home was quiet—Abby taking over driving his car, as he was in no condition to do so—and he actually dozed off.
He was taciturn for a few hours when they got home, and he caught the other two exchanging worried glances and whispers. Finally, as they all clambered into bed, Connor broached the subject. “Love, are you OK? Did we go too far?”
Becker, drawing Abby close to him and reaching for Connor’s hand, shook his head. “No. Well, yes, technically. But I’ll live.” He smiled wryly.
Abby petted his face, deep concern in her eyes. “It wasn’t the pain, was it?” She said calmly.
He heaved a shuddering sigh. “No.”
“We broke you,” she said.
He nodded. “I didn’t… I didn’t think you could. I didn’t think anyone could.” He smiled lopsidedly. “Frankly, I’m impressed, actually. And, to be honest, damned glad you’re on my side. I’d hate to be on the business end of what you’d do to someone you didn’t like.”
Connor had to smile a little smugly. “Oh, trust me. You really wouldn’t want to know that. Really, anyone who would hurt either of you two? Toast. Little piles of smouldering ash. Vaporized. Boom.” He gestured and made a silly sound effect.
“So I gather.” Becker couldn't help laughing a little. He settled back into the pillows, enjoying the warmth of Abby’s soft body against him, and the gentle way Connor was stroking his fingers. “You know, it’s strange. I think I was worried that I was going to end up looking weak somehow. That if you broke me, it’d mean I wasn’t, y’know, your favorite Mr. Solider Boy Badass or something. That you’d lose respect for me.”
“Hardly,” Connor snorted.
Becker smiled. “Yeah, I know that, now. To be honest, I’ve felt like I had to be strong for both of you, and I felt like I couldn’t really… oh, I dunno… let go or something. But I don’t feel like that anymore. I mean, yeah, I’m still here to take care of you—always, if I have anything to say about it—but I also…”
“Realize we can take care of you, too.” Abby finished for him.
“Yeah.” He let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“Well, I’m glad you know that, now.” Connor said kindly, looking into his eyes. “And you know…” he smiled down at Abby, who smiled back, “…if you’re up for it, we could take care of you now.”
He pondered for a moment. He was exhausted, sore and drained, but yeah, that did sound good. “I’d like that.”
As they moved down his body to kiss and suckle his sore places, he realized he was fully relaxed. An echo of the release he felt when they’d first come home, and had celebrated with a frantic morning of mussing up hotel bedding, the way he felt now was even deeper, and more solid. Yes, he had saved their necks a dozen times, in a dozen different ways, and would no doubt be called on to do it again. But they had his back, too. It wasn’t necessary anymore for him to be strong all the time, in all ways, in all circumstances. It was a burden of responsibility that was no longer solely his to bear. He felt free, for perhaps the first time in his life, and strange though it was, it had taken being hurt by people who loved him to for that to happen.
Apparently, he thought with a blissed-out smile, in order to fix something, sometimes you need to break it, first.
--End--
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: Breaking Badass
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Heavy (consensual) kink of various kinds, and non-sexual bodily fluids. Seriously, this is evil, nasty, and probably bad for your health. And Becker’s. Intense, and also a little angsty.
Set after 4x06, and references events therein.
Author's Note: Starts the same day as Something Borrowed, a few hours later.
Summary: Becker doesn’t think his lovers can break him. Abby and Connor beg to differ.
Breaking Badass
Unread Inbox: (2)
To: SoldierBoy
From: RedFive
Subject: Home soon!
Hey Becksylove. Wedding’s over. Chaos. Destruction. Direwolves. Jenny being awesome. Long story. Making a stop, but WBH in ~2 hrs <3x10000 –C
To: Capt. H. Becker
From: ARC Medical Staff
Subject: Your evaluations have been scheduled
Dear ARC employee.
You have been scheduled for a medical evaluation appointment Sunday at 0900. Please arrive 15 minutes early, and come prepared for a full-body examination.
Location: Prospero Industries West Campus, Building 12, Room B402
Becker rubbed his bleary eyes and squinted at his mobile. He’d spent the whole day sleeping off last night’s bomb adventures, and wondered if maybe he wasn’t awake enough yet to read that right. A second look, however, confirmed it. But a medical exam? He’d just had one two months ago, and he’d been treated recently for his now-healed bite injury as well. And on a Sunday? Not at the infirmary?
He was confused. Still, the strangeness of how Burton ran the ARC was ongoing. Just another bit of weird protocol to endure. The only problem was, he was hoping to spend that day with Abby and Connor.
“So much for that,” he muttered to himself. Yawning, he smiled. At least they’d be home soon.
***
“Genius. I think we’ll keep you.” Connor happily rubbed a belly full of spicy paella.
“That’s an encouraging thought.” Becker grinned and downed the last of his glass of wine. Whatever disagreement they’d had on the mission seemed to have evaporated in the chaos of the creature incursion; Abby and Connor were quite tight, constantly giggling and flirting with each other over their meal. The sight made him warm with contentment.
“I’m absolutely knackered, though. Not like the puppies let me sleep much.” Connor punctuated his words with face-splitting yawn.
Abby caught the contagion and yawned herself, squirming in a most delightful way as she did so. “I’m done for, too, I’m afraid. Still a little hungover.” She looked at Becker sadly. “You slept all day though, hey? Probably not ready to come to bed, yet?”
He sighed. “Nope. And I wouldn’t want to keep you two awake. I’ll just read out here for a while until I’m ready?”
“Fine by me.” Abby got up to take the dishes into the kitchen, giving him a spicy, wine-flavored kiss on her way. “Night, love.”
“Mmm,” he purred happily. “Night.”
Connor stood up and stretched, coming around for his own goodnight kiss.
“Oh, before I forget.” Becker stopped him. “I meant to mention: I’m not going to be around for brunch tomorrow after all. I got scheduled for this strange medical test thing.”
“Did you now?” Connor smirked.
“Yeah… wait.” He raised a curious eyebrow. “Do you know something about this?”
Connor smiled lazily. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.” After pressing a loose kiss on his confused lover, he sauntered into the kitchen after Abby.
The naughty giggles Becker heard from the room made his heart skip.
After they’d gone to bed, he fidgeted restlessly on the sofa, unable to concentrate on reading. He wondered what they knew about his appointment. And what it was really about. And what might actually happen to him there. Shivering a little, he stuffed a hand down his trousers.
***
They were gone when he got up the next morning. A note on the fridge in Connor’s scrawl said, “Out getting into trouble. See you later. xx”
“Trouble, hey?” He shook his head in amusement. “I’ll bet.”
The building was indeed part of one of Prospero’s satellite campuses, but it looked as if it hadn’t been occupied for some time. Remembering what he’d read about the company, he assumed it was part of a shuttered biological research facility. The building in question was likely one abandoned when another company patented a medical device similar to the one they’d been developing there.
The door to the building was unlocked, however, and the lights in the lobby were on when he came in. He looked around, trying to get his bearings and figure out where to go next.
“Good morning, Captain Becker.”
The familiar voice made him turn. Standing at the end of the corridor was Abby, decked out in a stereotypical sexy nurse’s uniform, with a bra-baring gap in the front and a skirt that only barely covered her. Her hair was done up under a small hat, and she wore bright-red, sky-high heels.
“Good morning,” he said, nodding in appreciation at the sight.
“I trust you’ve come properly prepared?” She asked sweetly.
“I have indeed. Freshly showered and all.” He nodded, flushing just a little.
“Well, then, the doctor will see you now.”she said slyly. “Follow me.”
“My pleasure,” he murmured, as he watched her walk down the corridor, her perfect arse twitching in the tiny skirt.
To his uncomfortable surprise, the basement room she led him to was actually an old morgue. Abandoned, obviously, and a little dusty from years of disuse, it nonetheless had a full complement of equipment, including the centrepiece: a large autopsy table with a sprayer attachment and a drain. The entire effect was slightly creepy; he began to wonder if his suspicions of Connor’s mad-scientist leanings were true.
“Please, sir, if you’ll disrobe and have a seat on the table, we’ll get started momentarily.” Abby sounded positively giddy.
As soon as he was naked and splayed out, she bound him: Nylon straps at his wrists secured him to the table, and another set wrapped around his ankles and thighs, pulling his knees up and apart. Despite the bizarre setting and cold steel underneath him, he quickly found himself getting aroused, anticipating what they might do to him in such a position.
“There, now.” She patted his chest, then called over her shoulder. “Doctor Temple? Your patient is ready.”
Becker had to turn awkwardly to see him, but what he saw made him giggle. Connor was in scrubs and an oversized lab coat, and he wore a pair of bright purple exam gloves.
“What’s so funny, Captain?” Connor was obviously trying his best to sound serious.
“Nothing,” Becker giggled again.
“Indeed.” Connor raised an eyebrow. “Well, I think you’ll find that things aren’t so humourous here in just a few moments. Nurse Maitland?” He turned to Abby.
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Bring me the box.”
She turned to a side table, and produced what looked like a large toolbox.
“So, Captain, the reason you’ve been asked here today is to be tested on your endurance.” As Connor spoke, he opened the tool box, and began drawing out several strange-looking instruments, lining them up on a tray nearby. “There will be four different tests. At any point in each test, you may ask us to stop, and we’ll do so, but be warned that your final score on the tests will be affected. Clear?”
“Yes, Doctor. Perfectly clear.” He was a little curious and concerned at some of the items he saw, but he still smiled in calm amusement.
“All right, then. Let’s begin.” Connor smiled confidently. “Your first test, Captain, is flexibility.”
Becker eyed his bonds in confusion. How was he going to be tested on flexibility in this position?
Connor read his mind. “Oh, not flexibility of your limbs, Captain.” Reaching over to the tray, he produced four items: A set of nasty looking clamps, two small leather cuffs set with steel rings, and something Becker didn’t actually recognize at first.
“What… is that?” He gaped.
Abby burst out in a belly laugh. “Oh, of course you wouldn’t recognize it, silly boy. You’ve never had to deal with one of these. Although this one’s a bit smaller than usual.” Taking the instrument from Connor, she held it up to Becker’s face. “See, it opens up like this.”
He was almost embarrassed by the noise he made.
In a few moments, the clamps were attached—tight and uncomfortable, but bearable—and the two cuffs were wrapped around his cock and balls. That part actually felt rather good, he thought to himself. The snug binding made the flesh swell a little, exciting his nerves.
But then Abby moved down between his legs. He was a little annoyed with himself for it, but a small wave of shame washed over him. It was one thing to be naked and exposed in bed with them, quite another to be spread out like this, being stared at like a lab animal.
Though she had generously coated the instrument with lube, it still felt strange as it entered his body. Warm things—fingers, tongues, Connor’s fantastic cock—felt nice going in there. This cold, hard steel was uncomfortable and alien; he didn’t like it. And then she began ratcheting it open. He cursed himself for being so distracted by the odd sensation that he forgot to relax. The first involuntary stretch of the tight ring of muscle hurt like hell, and he barked in pain.
“Oh!” Abby looked up at him in sympathy. Thankfully, she stopped, and let him catch a breath. Finally, he relaxed a bit more, and she continued. The rush of cool air into his body felt downright weird, and he squirmed, getting used to the feeling.
Finally, the device had been opened all the way. “Nice and stretched, now?” She trilled at him, slipping a couple of fingers inside and stroking along the exposed flesh.
He groaned an assent.
Connor, meanwhile, had retrieved a carabiner clip and what looked like a dog lead. The clip he connected to the chain on the clamps and the ring set in the leather cuff around his cock. The length was simply too short, and both cock and nipples were stretched to painful limits.
The dog lead he connected to the ring set in the cuff around Becker’s balls.
“Shall we take our pet for a walk?” Connor giggled, and tugged.
Becker coughed out a sharp curse, thrashing a little as his body involuntarily tried to follow where his balls were going. His squirming, of course, also made his other bindings dig in. He lay back, mewling a little. There was nothing he could do but lie as still as possible, trying to bear the discomfort as Connor dragged hard on the leash.
The pain was maddening, but still tolerable. He refused to say the safeword.
Finally, Connor decided he’d had enough, and set about to removing the set of devices. “Very well done for your first test, Captain! You passed with flying colours. Now, on to the next!”
“Time for a tea break, Doctor?” Abby chirped. “Kettle’s on.”
“Excellent idea!”
Becker was confused, but smiled anyway. A break would be nice, actually. Tea even nicer. He glanced over to the counter where Abby was standing, pouring boiling hot water into cups.
She handed one to Connor, and kept the other for herself.
“None for me?” Becker pouted.
“Oh, we haven’t forgotten you,” she said kindly. Pulling the soggy teabag out of her steaming cup, she held it over his chest, where it began to drip extremely hot liquid. Connor did the same on his side, concentrating on Becker’s already-sore nipples.
As each little drop of fire hit his flesh, he groaned, squirming away from them as they fell. But his tormenters were relentless, resoaking the bags and dripping over the rest of his body, from his sensitive inner thighs to the naked head of his swollen cock.
Just when he thought he could take no more, they finally stopped.
“Had enough heat, Captain?” Connor asked calmly.
“Yesss…” Becker hissed, still feeling the sting of the last few burns.
“Then perhaps we should cool you down. Nurse?”
“On it, Doctor!” Setting aside her cup, she brought out a small, insulated container.
“This should do the trick, I imagine!” Connor said brightly. Reaching into the container, he brought out several cold packs and a container of ice cubes.
Becker groaned again.
The two smallest cold packs were set on his nipples, where their radiating cold quickly became uncomfortable. Then one of the larger ones was wrapped around his cock. Finally, Connor moved around between his legs, and opened the container of ice cubes. “Definitely need to cool you down well,” he chuckled to himself. One by one, four ice cubes made their way inside Becker’s body.
He couldn’t tell whether the growing ache in his pelvis was from the ice or from the braking effect it was having on his arousal. In either case, it was highly uncomfortable. He began to breathe hard, wondering if they’d considered the potential effects of frostbite on those sensitive parts.
“Shall we see how long he can stand this?” Connor pulled a small electronic timer from the toolbox.
“Indeed we shall.” Abby smiled. “Say, five minutes for now?”
“Excellent.” Connor clapped his hands merrily. “So, Nurse Maitland. What do you think we should do while we’re waiting?”
“Oh, I could think of a few things, Doctor.” She looked over her shoulder, her voice heavy and teasing. Putting her hands on the edge of the table, she bent over, her face close to Becker’s, and wriggled her arse invitingly.
“Oh, Nurse. You always have the cleverest ideas.” Connor sauntered up behind her. Pushing down the front of his scrubs, he drew out his cock, and rubbed it down her cleft.
She chittered in delight, and arched her back, a reaction that made Becker’s cock, even with the cold chasing the blood away, swell and throb. He groaned a little in frustration, and then bit his lip hard as Connor entered her in one swift motion.
The seconds on the timer ticked away, not long in normal time, but under the circumstances, seeming like an eternity. Though his body was trying to combat the cold—the packs were slowly warming up, and thin streams of water trickled down his backside—he was beginning to grow numb. Worse than the cold, however, was watching them. With Abby’s pleasure-twisted face so close to his, and Connor’s sharp, giddy noises of excitement echoing in the room, he felt he was going mad. By the time Connor’s eyes were rolling back and Abby’s hand, jammed between her legs, had built to a furious speed, he began to wonder if he might actually whisper the safeword. But then, with ragged, euphoric cries, they were done, and shortly after, the timer beeped.
Connor, still shuddering out his last aftershocks, put his cock away, and strolled over to the edge of the table. He took off the ice pack, much to Becker’s relief, and massaged a little to get the circulation back. A move that, of course, only made his frustration worse.
“Well, Captain, you’ve proven yourself quite tough so far. I’m impressed!” Connor grinned over at him. “I think it’s time we move to the next phase, then. Nurse Maitland? The needles, please.”
“Needles?” Becker murmured under his breath.
“Just a little acupuncture,” she said sweetly. “Although these are a bit bigger than acupuncture needles.” She opened a sterile package, which contained a dozen thin, sharp tips meant for syringes.
Becker found his stomach curdling a little. After everything else they’d done to him so far, surely a few small puncture wounds weren’t a big deal. But it was where they planned to puncture that worried him.
After the other treatments they’d received, his nipples were a little sore and swollen, and very sensitive. Just the way Connor pinched them to steady the flesh for the needle made him want to squirm. And then there were the needles themselves. The first stab through his flesh smarted like a wasp sting, as did the second, as the needle came out the other side. He grunted, huffing a little with the pain. Then the other nipple got the same treatment. His eyes rolled, and he twisted his fists in his bonds, trying to keep control of the pain until the initial wave had subsided. But Connor wasn’t done with him, yet. Moving down to the other end of the table, he first stroked Becker’s balls, the tender touch making the skin warm up and come alive. Then he gathered up a bit of the loose flesh, and slipped a needle through it. Though nowhere near the precious contents of the sack, the needle piercing the sensitive surface skin made him feel like his balls were going to explode.
And then Connor moved to his cock.
“Fuck!” Becker shouted, trying to manage the little spots of throbbing pain erupting from the skin that Connor was piercing. More than anything else he’d experienced so far today, this bloody hurt. But he wasn’t going to say the safeword. They were just little holes in his flesh, he reminded himself. Just tiny, superficial wounds that wouldn’t even need a plaster. He calmed down some, but still moaned pathetically.
“My goodness, that’s a lot of noise, Captain!” Connor looked impressed. “Nurse Maitland, I think our patient needs something to occupy his mouth. Can you help?”
“I can indeed, Doctor.” Murmuring happily, Abby climbed up on the table and knelt over him, her knees on either side of his head. Now this, Becker thought, was anything but torture. Hovering over him, her cunt was just inches from his face: dark pink, ripe and shiny-slick with her own arousal and pearly trails of Connor’s come. For a moment, he forgot about the stabbing pain elsewhere in his body. As she eased down, he opened his mouth, extending his tongue to lap at her dripping flesh. But then, with a flash of shock, he realized that wasn’t all she was there for. Suddenly, a pale yellow stream splashed over him, stinging his eyes and spilling into his open mouth.
“That’s it, Captain! Doing well!” She said smugly, obviously enjoying the way he squirmed and sputtered underneath her.
Though his logical mind couldn’t explain why, somehow, the combination of her hot piss on his face and the sting of the needles worked for him. With a sudden rush that took him quite by surprise, he arched his back, growling between clenched teeth, and came hard, muscles cramping just a little in his tight position.
In a moment, Connor removed the needles and Abby began clearing up the mess—running a warm stream of water from the table’s sprayer over him to wash away the various fluids that covered his skin. The care was soothing, and Becker’s head began to clear. He smiled up at them, quite satisfied with himself in his warm, post-orgasm glow. “See? You didn’t break me. Told you you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, that’s so cute!” Abby smiled innocently, looking over at Connor. “He thinks we’re done with him!”
Connor chuckled to himself, and wandered back over to the toolbox. “Not quite, Captain. There’s still one more bit of endurance you need to face.”
Becker frowned uncomfortably. “And that would be?”
Connor produced a small, black device with several dials. “So, I recall you saying something about Tasers at Sandhurst, yes?”
Becker’s eyes went wide. “Uh. Yeah?”
Connor pointed to the device. “Well, this isn’t quite as nasty as those, but I think you’ll find it carries quite a kick anyway.”
As he spoke, Abby rummaged around in the box as well, coming up with several little implements, each with a cord and plug that looked intended to be attached to the box.
“Let’s start with this one.” Connor selected a small tool that looked like a miniature pizza cutter, only with spikes round the wheeled part. Plugging its cord into the device, he switched it on, and adjusted the dials to what looked like a low setting.
He started on Becker’s arm. The first touch of the spiked wheel stung, both from its sharp tips and from the electrical charge surging through them. Painful, but hardly worse than the needles he’d just endured.
Over and across Becker’s body, Connor played the wheel, digging it in a little here and there, and dialing up the intensity. Finally he drew it around and over Becker’s cock, with the settings about halfway up.
In his post-orgasmic sensitivity, a touch he might have tolerated when aroused smarted fiercely. A low growl started in his chest as the torment continued, and soon, he was actively keening with the pain.
Still, he didn’t ask Connor to stop.
“Next toy, Doctor?” Abby asked, holding up a thick, metal cylinder.
“Yes! I think that one will work nicely.” Connor swapped out the wheel for the cylinder. This, to Becker’s great discomfort, was slid neatly into his already-sore hole. Then Connor turned the device on.
Becker cried out at the rush of prickly pain. It was as if dozens of tiny, venomous insects had been let loose inside him. He writhed and thrashed in his bonds, shaking his arse a little as if he could get away from the probe.
Abby came round to the head of the table and took one of his trembling hands. “You can take this,” she said quietly, whispering soothingly into his ear. “I know you can.”
He squeezed her hand, taking some comfort in her tenderness. But the fire inside him still grew. His breathing grew laboured, and his vision started going blurry.
Then, blessedly, Connor stopped, and withdrew the probe.“Amazing,” he whistled low. “You really are remarkably resilient, Captain.”
Becker managed a weak smile. He could sense it. He was close to winning this bet—close to beating them, and taking whatever they could give him.
But then Connor produced the last implement. A little longer than the other probe, this one was incredibly thin—less than the diameter of a straw—and bore several ripples along its length. Connor took great care with it, giving it a good rubdown with antiseptic and a thin coating of sterile lube before plugging it into the box.
With a sudden rush of nausea, Becker realized where the tool was going.
Steadying Becker’s half-mast cock with one hand, Connor slipped the metal probe into the tiny slit at its crown. Working very carefully, he slowly pushed the probe in, just until he felt a hint of resistance.
Becker’s eyes were wild, and sweat dappled his body. Of all the things that had ever been done to his body, this particular one was something he’d never even imagined, let alone experienced. The sensation made his cock feel like it had suddenly turned inside out. For a wild moment, he thought of begging Connor not to turn the device on, but sheer, reckless bravery kept him mute.
As Connor turned the device’s dials up, Becker began huffing, gasping heavy breaths, snorting them out through flared nostrils. He gripped at Abby’s hands, and accepted her soft kisses across his fevered face.
He fought and writhed, grinding his teeth and trying with every ounce of his being to tolerate the pain. They weren’t going to make him say the safeword. They just weren’t.
“Want me to stop?” Connor teased. “I’ll stop. You just have to say it. C’mon. You know you want to.”
“Nooo!” he moaned, miserable.
“Say it!” Abby commanded, a slight edge of concern in her voice.
“No. No. Nononono…” Becker moaned pathetically. Relentless, Connor kept turning up the dials. Becker wildly fantasized about ripping off his own cock to get away from the pain. Finally, it was so bad that he couldn’t help himself, and a thin, hot stream of piss flowed out past the probe and dripped onto his belly.
“Fuck!” He drew in a huge gulp of air, and let it out in a scream. “HILARY!”
The pain stopped. And the room echoed with the sound of his voice.
It was like being in a dream. Or on really good painkillers. He felt detached from his body, somehow. He felt Connor carefully withdrawing the probe, but everything else was just a spinning wheel of colours.
“A'ight, Becks?” Abby stroked sweat-matted hair from his forehead. Her face slowly came into focus.
He nodded, words still not possible for the moment. And then, perhaps more humiliating than anything else he’d experienced, he began to sob.
Quickly, the two worked to unbind him and sop up the mess he’d made. They stroked him down with soft, damp cloths and massaged his cramped shoulder and thigh muscles. They petted and kissed and loved him with gentle kindness, easing him back into the real world. When he was finally steady, they got him to his feet, and helped him get dressed.
The ride home was quiet—Abby taking over driving his car, as he was in no condition to do so—and he actually dozed off.
He was taciturn for a few hours when they got home, and he caught the other two exchanging worried glances and whispers. Finally, as they all clambered into bed, Connor broached the subject. “Love, are you OK? Did we go too far?”
Becker, drawing Abby close to him and reaching for Connor’s hand, shook his head. “No. Well, yes, technically. But I’ll live.” He smiled wryly.
Abby petted his face, deep concern in her eyes. “It wasn’t the pain, was it?” She said calmly.
He heaved a shuddering sigh. “No.”
“We broke you,” she said.
He nodded. “I didn’t… I didn’t think you could. I didn’t think anyone could.” He smiled lopsidedly. “Frankly, I’m impressed, actually. And, to be honest, damned glad you’re on my side. I’d hate to be on the business end of what you’d do to someone you didn’t like.”
Connor had to smile a little smugly. “Oh, trust me. You really wouldn’t want to know that. Really, anyone who would hurt either of you two? Toast. Little piles of smouldering ash. Vaporized. Boom.” He gestured and made a silly sound effect.
“So I gather.” Becker couldn't help laughing a little. He settled back into the pillows, enjoying the warmth of Abby’s soft body against him, and the gentle way Connor was stroking his fingers. “You know, it’s strange. I think I was worried that I was going to end up looking weak somehow. That if you broke me, it’d mean I wasn’t, y’know, your favorite Mr. Solider Boy Badass or something. That you’d lose respect for me.”
“Hardly,” Connor snorted.
Becker smiled. “Yeah, I know that, now. To be honest, I’ve felt like I had to be strong for both of you, and I felt like I couldn’t really… oh, I dunno… let go or something. But I don’t feel like that anymore. I mean, yeah, I’m still here to take care of you—always, if I have anything to say about it—but I also…”
“Realize we can take care of you, too.” Abby finished for him.
“Yeah.” He let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“Well, I’m glad you know that, now.” Connor said kindly, looking into his eyes. “And you know…” he smiled down at Abby, who smiled back, “…if you’re up for it, we could take care of you now.”
He pondered for a moment. He was exhausted, sore and drained, but yeah, that did sound good. “I’d like that.”
As they moved down his body to kiss and suckle his sore places, he realized he was fully relaxed. An echo of the release he felt when they’d first come home, and had celebrated with a frantic morning of mussing up hotel bedding, the way he felt now was even deeper, and more solid. Yes, he had saved their necks a dozen times, in a dozen different ways, and would no doubt be called on to do it again. But they had his back, too. It wasn’t necessary anymore for him to be strong all the time, in all ways, in all circumstances. It was a burden of responsibility that was no longer solely his to bear. He felt free, for perhaps the first time in his life, and strange though it was, it had taken being hurt by people who loved him to for that to happen.
Apparently, he thought with a blissed-out smile, in order to fix something, sometimes you need to break it, first.
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