A Present for Patty.. and Goodbye For Now
*Sigh* Looks like this will be my last post for some time - I only have very restricted access at my new job - can’t even access Hotmail! *Sob* I have applied for an isdn line at home, so will be back at some point, but these things take time over here….
Anyway, in the true tradition of ‘going out with a bang’ (literally!), this fic is especially for you, PuterPatty. Told you Vig was going to take me shopping, and this is what happened when he demonstrated what the stuff was for….
Title : Late
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : OB/VM
Warning : Kink, bdsm, toy use
Disclaimer : This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction, none of this really happened. Don’t know them, don’t own them, no profit involved - just for fun!
Feedback : Yes, please!
Summary : Orlando’s late again. Viggo has to punish him.
Beta : Grateful thanks and love to the ever amazing alliwantisanelfforchristmas, for all her help and patience.
Posted : August 19 2004
A/N : Written especially for PuterPatty, inspired by a ‘conversation’ we had regarding boots…!
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : OB/VM
Warning : Kink, bdsm, toy use
Disclaimer : This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction, none of this really happened. Don’t know them, don’t own them, no profit involved - just for fun!
Feedback : Yes, please!
Summary : Orlando’s late again. Viggo has to punish him.
Beta : Grateful thanks and love to the ever amazing alliwantisanelf for all her help and patience.
A/N : Written especially for PuterPatty, inspired by a ‘conversation’ we had regarding boots…!
Posted : August 19 2004
“Okay, Vig, I’m going now,” Orlando warbled as he tossed his keys up in the air, catching them one-handed with a grin. ‘Clumsy Elf, indeed!’ he thought to himself smugly before spinning on his heel and promptly smacking his elbow into the doorframe. “Ow! Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the injured appendage.
“Enjoy your shopping, babe, but don’t be late. Remember, I’m making you a special lunch and it won’t keep. Be home by 1:30 at the latest, please baby?” came the plea from the kitchen.
“Why? Will you spank me if I’m late?”
“No, Elf Boy, you’re starting to enjoy that way too much. I’m sure you’ve been late the last three times on purpose. If you’re late today, I’m going to have to get inventive to punish you,” came the warning growl.
“Promises, promises!” Orlando smirked as he closed the door and sauntered to his car, skillfully keeping his balance though he misjudged the last two steps down onto the driveway. ‘I’m sure those things are not even,’ he thought as he got into the car and set off to meet Liv for a morning of clothes shopping.
*****
Several hours later, Orlando pulled into the driveway and smacked his hand against the steering wheel. “Fuck, late again. Vig’s gonna kill me this time.” Shopping with Liv had been such fun that he’d totally lost track of the time. Still, maybe Vig would forgive him when he saw how good he looked in the new skin-tight leather pants Liv had persuaded him to buy. Maybe….
He managed to get all his shopping bags out of the boot, only bumping his head on the door once in the process. ‘Hey, getting better at this,’ he mused as he ran up the steps and flung the door open.
“Vig, love, I’m so sorry!” he yelled as he dumped his bags on the floor. “But wait ‘til you see what I got!”
“Orlando. Lunch was totally ruined because you didn’t come home on time. I kept it warm in the oven for you but it dried out, so I gave it to the dogs. I worked so hard on it for you, and I specially asked you not to be late. I thought when I bought you the biggest watch I could find, it would remind you of the time. You’re hopeless!” came the exasperated response from the lounge
“Sweetheart, just wait there, I got these amazing leather pants and I want to show you what they look like on. I’m really sorry, Vig, but when you see them you might understand…,” Orlando replied hopefully.
“Okay, go and put them on. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Five minutes later Orlando stood in the bedroom, dressed in the skin-tight black leather pants and nothing else. He preened a bit in the mirror. ‘He’ll never be able to resist me in these. Maybe I will get a spanking,’ he thought, his tightly encased cock starting to stir slightly at the idea.
Viggo leaned against the doorframe, silently thanking the gods that Orlando hadn’t seen him stop dead in his tracks or heard his breath catch as he looked at the vision in front of the mirror. Orlando was right - the pants looked incredible on him. Supple black leather so tight it was obvious that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, moulded to long, slender yet muscular legs and an ass to die for. Still, he was late and needed to be taught a lesson. Viggo had just the lesson in mind.
“Mmmm, very nice,” he drawled. “But you’re still late and lunch was ruined, and you’re still gonna be punished.”
Orlando swallowed. “Are you going to spank me?” he asked hopefully.
“Not this time. You’ve gone too far. Besides, spanking you is no longer a punishment. You get way too much pleasure out of it.”
“Errm…. Wha… what, then?” Orlando stuttered nervously. His jaw suddenly dropped as he realized that Viggo was wearing an almost identical pair of black leather pants. ‘Where the hell has he been hiding those? Mmmm, he looks amazing in them!’ thought Orlando before Viggo strode into the room, grabbing him and devouring his mouth in a savagely passionate kiss. All Orlando could do was surrender to the heat radiating off his lover as a demanding tongue plundered his mouth.
When Viggo released him, Orlando was gasping for breath and his knees were shaking.
“Come over here and and stand facing the bed,” Viggo instructed coldly, stepping over to the right-hand side and desperately trying to hide the fact that the sight of his lover in the leather pants and the kiss had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. Damn, but the boy was so responsive….
Orlando complied on wobbly legs, shaking with nervous anticipation. He knew that Viggo would never really hurt him, and he’d really enjoyed their games with the handcuffs and the blindfold as well as some of the contents of the toy box that Viggo kept locked away in the cupboard in his studio, but he wondered what devilish punishment the man had thought up for him in his absence. After all, he’d had plenty of time to let his imagination run wild. And Viggo’s voice sounded so cold. Shit, he was really pissed off this time.
Viggo stood behind Orlando as he stopped at the side of the four-poster bed. He smiled when he heard his young lover’s breath catch. “Oh, so you’ve finally noticed them,” he smirked as Orlando’s gaze fixed on the chains and manacles hanging from the tops of the two side posts. Orlando swallowed loudly. Viggo grabbed Orlando’s hand and pulled it up and out, fixing his wrist into one padded manacle before reaching over to secure the other.
“Not too tight?” he asked casually. Orlando tentatively tested the chains that held his arms spread just above shoulder height by flexing his shoulders.
“No, no, they’re fine,” he whispered. Inwardly he felt relieved that Viggo was still concerned about him being hurt, but he was still nervous about what the man had planned. He knew Viggo was slightly kinky; hell, he enjoyed the light bondage his more experienced lover had introduced into their relationship, but they’d never done THIS before and he was curious and apprehensive at the same time.
“Good,” Viggo growled. “Let’s get these off before I rip them off,” and with one swift move he stripped Orlando’s new leather pants off, leaving him naked and aroused. “Now I don’t want you scaring the dogs with your screams,” he rasped as he slipped a silk scarf between Orlando’s lips, gagging him.
“Mmmmf,” was all Orlando could manage.
“I’m going to give you a scarf to hold in your hand. If this gets to be too much, drop it and I’ll stop, okay?” Viggo whispered in his ear, pressing the length of his body against Orlando’s back and grinding his already throbbing, leather-clad erection against his captive’s buttocks.
“Ngggggh,” was all Orlando could manage as he thrust his buttocks back and ground against Viggo’s hardness. He grasped the scarf firmly in his hand. This was becoming interesting, and he didn’t want to drop the scarf and bring a premature halt to the proceedings before he found out exactly what Viggo had in mind. It had to be good - he could feel the heat radiating off his lover as he struggled to remain in control.
Suddenly the warmth and pressure were gone from Orlando’s back, and he let out a soft whimper from behind the gag. Viggo stood back for a few moments, collecting himself as he admired the sight before him. Muscles rippled and writhed under the tanned olive skin of Orlando’s back as he struggled slightly against his bonds, trying to regain the touch of Viggo’s strong body against him.
“You’re wriggling too much. You’re obviously enjoying this, and this is supposed to be your punishment,” grated Viggo. He moved against Orlando’s back again, relishing the feeling of naked buttocks against his leather-clad groin for a moment before thrusting one leg between Orlando’s and spreading them. He knelt and picked up the chain and manacle at one lower corner of the bed, securing Orlando’s ankle, before moving to the other side and restraining his other leg. Viggo stood back and admired his handiwork. The lithe form of his lover was standing spread-eagled in front of him, framed by the right side posts of the bed, head rolling on the long slender neck and body shaking in a mix of arousal and nervousness.
Viggo slid between Orlando and the bed, checking his captive’s eyes for any sign of fear or panic. Satisfied with what he saw, he slid his hands down Orlando’s smooth chest, flickering over sensitive nipples before pinching them sharply. Orlando gasped loudly behind his gag, his head flying back and eyes widening. “Mmm, like that, do you?” chuckled Viggo before swooping in to lick and kiss the tender flesh, teasing it into stiff peaks before pinching again, repeating the process over and over. After a few minutes, Orlando was trembling like a nervous horse, nostrils flaring as he fought for breath. Viggo chuckled as his hand drifted down the firm body to wrap around the straining erection that jutted proudly from the nest of curls at the base of Orlando’s torso. At the same time, he reached behind Orlando’s hip to deliver a few stinging slaps to his tempting buttocks. Orlando jerked in the chains, thrusting his hips forward to press his eager cock hard into Viggo’s hand. This was more like it….
“Eager, are we?” Viggo smirked as he gathered the precum dripping copiously from the purple tip of the engorged organ. “Can’t have you coming too soon!” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of leather, swiftly gathering Orlando’s taut balls and throbbing erection into his hand and snapping the cock ring into place. Orlando whimpered plaintively at the sensation, shaking his head, his chocolate brown curls dancing wildly in almost silent protest.
“Steady, baby,” Vig murmured. “We’re just getting started.”
Viggo reached under the bed to find the object he had hidden there when he placed the chains. Orlando’s eyes widened almost impossibly as he caught sight of the long-handled whip. Viggo slid his fingers through the strands of leather and smiled at Orlando’s reaction. He snapped the whip in the air, grinning as Orlando’s lithe body tensed in anticipation. Viggo moved in close and trailed the supple, soft strands of leather over Orlando’s flexed shoulders and down the silky smooth chest, flicking over peaked nipples and sliding down to tease the straining cock that was rapidly purpling against its restraint, quivering in the air.
“Mmmmph, mmmmm, mmmmph,” was all Orlando could manage, his eyes bulging wildly above the gag.
Viggo stepped back, raised his arm, and cracked the whip across Orlando’s creamy, tight buttocks, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise the tender flesh. Orlando’s hips shot forward as far as they could, his arms and legs at full stretch, tugging against the restraints. Viggo swiftly ran his hand over the abused flesh, at the same time kissing and licking the slender column of neck exposed before him as Orlando’s head fell back. Seeing the spark of lust repidly replace shock in the espresso depths of the eyes in front of him, Viggo moved back again, delivering six rapid blows to Orlando’s quivering ass. His own arousal throbbed in protest as he watched his captive shuddering and jerking against the restraints, Orlando’s movements becoming more erratic with each blow.
Dropping to his knees, Viggo ran his tongue soothingly across the reddish stripes, eliciting more strangled moans from above. Slowly he ran his tongue along the cleft between the flushed orbs before flickering it over the puckered entrance nestled between them. As Orlando jerked and sobbed in his restraints, Viggo parted the fleshy mounds, licking over the tiny hole a few times before plunging his tongue into the musky darkness. As the noises and movements of his captive became more and more frenzied, he ceased his ministrations and stood slowly, kissing his way up Orlando’s arched spine.
“Still okay, babe?” he whispered, running his tongue around the shell of the ear peeking out from the drenched curls that were now clinging to Orlando’s neck and face.
“Mmmm,” came the muffled response, together with an eager nod.
“Good, babe, you’re doing so well,” Viggo purred, stroking and soothing Orlando’s shaking body before moving around to sit on the bed facing his straining cock. Reaching to the bedside table, Viggo retrieved the bottle of lube and flipped open the cap. He spread a generous amount over his fingers, then slid his hand around to dance up and down the cleft between Orlando’s tender, rosy buttocks. At the same time, he lowered his head to lick broad, wet stripes up the length of the dripping cock quivering in front of him, swirling his tongue at the end of each stroke to gather the precum that was streaming from the tip. He slowly slid one, then two, then three fingers into Orlando’s sensitized opening, curling them to stroke over the magical spot that caused his quivering captive to whimper and mewl behind the gag. Suddenly Viggo withdrew his teasing fingers, pulled his head back, and picked up the lube bottle again. He could almost see Orlando’s smile of relief and anticipation behind the stripe of black silk across his mouth, which swiftly faded as Viggo picked up the whip again. Orlando’s eyes bugged as he watched Viggo lubricating the handle of the whip, shivering as he realized the end of the elongated shaft was actually a dildo.
Satisfied that the dildo was sufficiently slicked up, Viggo reached behind Orlando’s back, using the thumb and forefinger of his other hand to part the cheeks and slowly stroking the slippery tip of the dildo in teasing circles around Orlando’s opening.
“Relax, babe,” he murmured as he slowly breached the tight opening with the rubberized toy. As he slid the dildo deeper into Orlando’s body, he leaned forward again, taking the straining cock deep into his mouth and at the same time reaching down to free his own agonizingly hard erection and wrap his other hand around it. Orlando’s hips jerked back and forth uncontrollably, alternately thrusting his cock down Viggo’s throat and pushing back against the toy that was teasing his prostate with every movement.
Viggo suddenly pulled his head back and immediately stopped his thrusting as he saw a scrap of black fabric flutter to the floor.
“It’s okay, Vig, don’t stop. God, please don’t stop…!” he heard Orlando pant as he looked up, startled. With a jolt, he realized that, sometime during the last few minutes, his lover had bitten clean through the material of his gag in the throes of his passion.
“Are you sure?” he asked tenderly.
“Need… need to come… please, Vig!”
With a last lick over Orlando’s straining shaft, Viggo stood and moved gracefully behind his begging, pleading captive. He gently removed the dildo, dropping it to the floor.
“Okay, baby, here we go,” he rasped as he gave in to his own passion, wrapped his strong arms around Orlando’s chest, and entered his trembling, overstimulated lover in one swift move.
“Aaaaaah…! So… so good. Yes, yes, there… YES!” Orlando screamed, his head lolling back to rest on Viggo’s shoulder, leaving the slender column of his throat exposed to the hungry mouth that clamped down on his sweat-slicked flesh.
Viggo knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. He gave a few hard, deep thrusts, making sure he hit Orlando’s sweet spot each time in the process. He gave one final thrust and, at the same time, his hand flew around Orlando’s hip to release the cock ring. With a scream, the younger man came immediately, his inner muscles clamping down hard around Viggo’s straining cock as it spurted deep within him.
Shaking, Viggo realized that the only things holding the younger man upright were his arms and the chains. He slid his softening cock out of his semi-conscious lover, bracing Orlando’s limp body in his arms as he moaned his way back to consciousness.
Fearing that he had pushed Orlando too far despite the fact that the safety scarf was still tightly clenched in one hand, Viggo reached down and unfastened the leg manacles. Gently leaning his lover’s limp body against his own, he reached up and released his wrists, prising the scarf out of Orlando’s gripping fingers.
Tenderly he lowered Orlando’s body to the bed, leaning next to him, stroking his sweat-drenched forehead.
“Babe, babe, speak to me. Are you okay?” he said frantically. After a few minutes, Orlando’s breathing steadied and his eyelids fluttered open. He smiled weakly.
“Vig, that was fucking amazing,” he whispered, eyes sparkling. “There’s just one major problem.”
“Babe, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh, God, why didn’t you drop the scarf?” Viggo babbled frantically.
“Relax, love, I’m fine,” Orlando grinned up at him. “It’s just that I missed lunch. I’m starving!”
“Huh! Your lunch is in the dog!” Viggo grinned back at him. “But as soon as I can stand again, I’ll make you something nice. You deserve it!”
“Mmmm, thanks love.”
Orlando stretched his aching shoulders, flinging his arms out to the side and inadvertently knocking a water glass off the bedside table to shatter on the wooden floor.
“Fuck, Orli, maybe I should keep you tied up all the time. It’s safer that way!” Viggo chuckled at the way Orlando was blushing.
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up. You look exhausted.”
“Mmmm, I am. But it was… you were amazing, Vig,” Orlando sighed.
“So were you, angel, so were you. So, you enjoyed your ‘punishment’? Maybe I’ll have to think of something else for next time…!” The twinkle in Viggo’s eyes belied the menacing tone of his voice.
“Oh no you don’t!” Orlando grinned back at him. “If that’s my punishment I’m never going to be late again. Well… not more than once or twice a month, anyway.”
End
I’ll probably manage a brief ‘browse’ tomorrow, and then will have to sign off for a while. *wipes away a tear*. I am soooooo gonna miss everybody!
Anyway, in the true tradition of ‘going out with a bang’ (literally!), this fic is especially for you, PuterPatty. Told you Vig was going to take me shopping, and this is what happened when he demonstrated what the stuff was for….
Title : Late
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : OB/VM
Warning : Kink, bdsm, toy use
Disclaimer : This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction, none of this really happened. Don’t know them, don’t own them, no profit involved - just for fun!
Feedback : Yes, please!
Summary : Orlando’s late again. Viggo has to punish him.
Beta : Grateful thanks and love to the ever amazing alliwantisanelfforchristmas, for all her help and patience.
Posted : August 19 2004
A/N : Written especially for PuterPatty, inspired by a ‘conversation’ we had regarding boots…!
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : OB/VM
Warning : Kink, bdsm, toy use
Disclaimer : This is (unfortunately) a work of fiction, none of this really happened. Don’t know them, don’t own them, no profit involved - just for fun!
Feedback : Yes, please!
Summary : Orlando’s late again. Viggo has to punish him.
Beta : Grateful thanks and love to the ever amazing alliwantisanelf for all her help and patience.
A/N : Written especially for PuterPatty, inspired by a ‘conversation’ we had regarding boots…!
Posted : August 19 2004
“Okay, Vig, I’m going now,” Orlando warbled as he tossed his keys up in the air, catching them one-handed with a grin. ‘Clumsy Elf, indeed!’ he thought to himself smugly before spinning on his heel and promptly smacking his elbow into the doorframe. “Ow! Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the injured appendage.
“Enjoy your shopping, babe, but don’t be late. Remember, I’m making you a special lunch and it won’t keep. Be home by 1:30 at the latest, please baby?” came the plea from the kitchen.
“Why? Will you spank me if I’m late?”
“No, Elf Boy, you’re starting to enjoy that way too much. I’m sure you’ve been late the last three times on purpose. If you’re late today, I’m going to have to get inventive to punish you,” came the warning growl.
“Promises, promises!” Orlando smirked as he closed the door and sauntered to his car, skillfully keeping his balance though he misjudged the last two steps down onto the driveway. ‘I’m sure those things are not even,’ he thought as he got into the car and set off to meet Liv for a morning of clothes shopping.
*****
Several hours later, Orlando pulled into the driveway and smacked his hand against the steering wheel. “Fuck, late again. Vig’s gonna kill me this time.” Shopping with Liv had been such fun that he’d totally lost track of the time. Still, maybe Vig would forgive him when he saw how good he looked in the new skin-tight leather pants Liv had persuaded him to buy. Maybe….
He managed to get all his shopping bags out of the boot, only bumping his head on the door once in the process. ‘Hey, getting better at this,’ he mused as he ran up the steps and flung the door open.
“Vig, love, I’m so sorry!” he yelled as he dumped his bags on the floor. “But wait ‘til you see what I got!”
“Orlando. Lunch was totally ruined because you didn’t come home on time. I kept it warm in the oven for you but it dried out, so I gave it to the dogs. I worked so hard on it for you, and I specially asked you not to be late. I thought when I bought you the biggest watch I could find, it would remind you of the time. You’re hopeless!” came the exasperated response from the lounge
“Sweetheart, just wait there, I got these amazing leather pants and I want to show you what they look like on. I’m really sorry, Vig, but when you see them you might understand…,” Orlando replied hopefully.
“Okay, go and put them on. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Five minutes later Orlando stood in the bedroom, dressed in the skin-tight black leather pants and nothing else. He preened a bit in the mirror. ‘He’ll never be able to resist me in these. Maybe I will get a spanking,’ he thought, his tightly encased cock starting to stir slightly at the idea.
Viggo leaned against the doorframe, silently thanking the gods that Orlando hadn’t seen him stop dead in his tracks or heard his breath catch as he looked at the vision in front of the mirror. Orlando was right - the pants looked incredible on him. Supple black leather so tight it was obvious that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, moulded to long, slender yet muscular legs and an ass to die for. Still, he was late and needed to be taught a lesson. Viggo had just the lesson in mind.
“Mmmm, very nice,” he drawled. “But you’re still late and lunch was ruined, and you’re still gonna be punished.”
Orlando swallowed. “Are you going to spank me?” he asked hopefully.
“Not this time. You’ve gone too far. Besides, spanking you is no longer a punishment. You get way too much pleasure out of it.”
“Errm…. Wha… what, then?” Orlando stuttered nervously. His jaw suddenly dropped as he realized that Viggo was wearing an almost identical pair of black leather pants. ‘Where the hell has he been hiding those? Mmmm, he looks amazing in them!’ thought Orlando before Viggo strode into the room, grabbing him and devouring his mouth in a savagely passionate kiss. All Orlando could do was surrender to the heat radiating off his lover as a demanding tongue plundered his mouth.
When Viggo released him, Orlando was gasping for breath and his knees were shaking.
“Come over here and and stand facing the bed,” Viggo instructed coldly, stepping over to the right-hand side and desperately trying to hide the fact that the sight of his lover in the leather pants and the kiss had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. Damn, but the boy was so responsive….
Orlando complied on wobbly legs, shaking with nervous anticipation. He knew that Viggo would never really hurt him, and he’d really enjoyed their games with the handcuffs and the blindfold as well as some of the contents of the toy box that Viggo kept locked away in the cupboard in his studio, but he wondered what devilish punishment the man had thought up for him in his absence. After all, he’d had plenty of time to let his imagination run wild. And Viggo’s voice sounded so cold. Shit, he was really pissed off this time.
Viggo stood behind Orlando as he stopped at the side of the four-poster bed. He smiled when he heard his young lover’s breath catch. “Oh, so you’ve finally noticed them,” he smirked as Orlando’s gaze fixed on the chains and manacles hanging from the tops of the two side posts. Orlando swallowed loudly. Viggo grabbed Orlando’s hand and pulled it up and out, fixing his wrist into one padded manacle before reaching over to secure the other.
“Not too tight?” he asked casually. Orlando tentatively tested the chains that held his arms spread just above shoulder height by flexing his shoulders.
“No, no, they’re fine,” he whispered. Inwardly he felt relieved that Viggo was still concerned about him being hurt, but he was still nervous about what the man had planned. He knew Viggo was slightly kinky; hell, he enjoyed the light bondage his more experienced lover had introduced into their relationship, but they’d never done THIS before and he was curious and apprehensive at the same time.
“Good,” Viggo growled. “Let’s get these off before I rip them off,” and with one swift move he stripped Orlando’s new leather pants off, leaving him naked and aroused. “Now I don’t want you scaring the dogs with your screams,” he rasped as he slipped a silk scarf between Orlando’s lips, gagging him.
“Mmmmf,” was all Orlando could manage.
“I’m going to give you a scarf to hold in your hand. If this gets to be too much, drop it and I’ll stop, okay?” Viggo whispered in his ear, pressing the length of his body against Orlando’s back and grinding his already throbbing, leather-clad erection against his captive’s buttocks.
“Ngggggh,” was all Orlando could manage as he thrust his buttocks back and ground against Viggo’s hardness. He grasped the scarf firmly in his hand. This was becoming interesting, and he didn’t want to drop the scarf and bring a premature halt to the proceedings before he found out exactly what Viggo had in mind. It had to be good - he could feel the heat radiating off his lover as he struggled to remain in control.
Suddenly the warmth and pressure were gone from Orlando’s back, and he let out a soft whimper from behind the gag. Viggo stood back for a few moments, collecting himself as he admired the sight before him. Muscles rippled and writhed under the tanned olive skin of Orlando’s back as he struggled slightly against his bonds, trying to regain the touch of Viggo’s strong body against him.
“You’re wriggling too much. You’re obviously enjoying this, and this is supposed to be your punishment,” grated Viggo. He moved against Orlando’s back again, relishing the feeling of naked buttocks against his leather-clad groin for a moment before thrusting one leg between Orlando’s and spreading them. He knelt and picked up the chain and manacle at one lower corner of the bed, securing Orlando’s ankle, before moving to the other side and restraining his other leg. Viggo stood back and admired his handiwork. The lithe form of his lover was standing spread-eagled in front of him, framed by the right side posts of the bed, head rolling on the long slender neck and body shaking in a mix of arousal and nervousness.
Viggo slid between Orlando and the bed, checking his captive’s eyes for any sign of fear or panic. Satisfied with what he saw, he slid his hands down Orlando’s smooth chest, flickering over sensitive nipples before pinching them sharply. Orlando gasped loudly behind his gag, his head flying back and eyes widening. “Mmm, like that, do you?” chuckled Viggo before swooping in to lick and kiss the tender flesh, teasing it into stiff peaks before pinching again, repeating the process over and over. After a few minutes, Orlando was trembling like a nervous horse, nostrils flaring as he fought for breath. Viggo chuckled as his hand drifted down the firm body to wrap around the straining erection that jutted proudly from the nest of curls at the base of Orlando’s torso. At the same time, he reached behind Orlando’s hip to deliver a few stinging slaps to his tempting buttocks. Orlando jerked in the chains, thrusting his hips forward to press his eager cock hard into Viggo’s hand. This was more like it….
“Eager, are we?” Viggo smirked as he gathered the precum dripping copiously from the purple tip of the engorged organ. “Can’t have you coming too soon!” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of leather, swiftly gathering Orlando’s taut balls and throbbing erection into his hand and snapping the cock ring into place. Orlando whimpered plaintively at the sensation, shaking his head, his chocolate brown curls dancing wildly in almost silent protest.
“Steady, baby,” Vig murmured. “We’re just getting started.”
Viggo reached under the bed to find the object he had hidden there when he placed the chains. Orlando’s eyes widened almost impossibly as he caught sight of the long-handled whip. Viggo slid his fingers through the strands of leather and smiled at Orlando’s reaction. He snapped the whip in the air, grinning as Orlando’s lithe body tensed in anticipation. Viggo moved in close and trailed the supple, soft strands of leather over Orlando’s flexed shoulders and down the silky smooth chest, flicking over peaked nipples and sliding down to tease the straining cock that was rapidly purpling against its restraint, quivering in the air.
“Mmmmph, mmmmm, mmmmph,” was all Orlando could manage, his eyes bulging wildly above the gag.
Viggo stepped back, raised his arm, and cracked the whip across Orlando’s creamy, tight buttocks, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise the tender flesh. Orlando’s hips shot forward as far as they could, his arms and legs at full stretch, tugging against the restraints. Viggo swiftly ran his hand over the abused flesh, at the same time kissing and licking the slender column of neck exposed before him as Orlando’s head fell back. Seeing the spark of lust repidly replace shock in the espresso depths of the eyes in front of him, Viggo moved back again, delivering six rapid blows to Orlando’s quivering ass. His own arousal throbbed in protest as he watched his captive shuddering and jerking against the restraints, Orlando’s movements becoming more erratic with each blow.
Dropping to his knees, Viggo ran his tongue soothingly across the reddish stripes, eliciting more strangled moans from above. Slowly he ran his tongue along the cleft between the flushed orbs before flickering it over the puckered entrance nestled between them. As Orlando jerked and sobbed in his restraints, Viggo parted the fleshy mounds, licking over the tiny hole a few times before plunging his tongue into the musky darkness. As the noises and movements of his captive became more and more frenzied, he ceased his ministrations and stood slowly, kissing his way up Orlando’s arched spine.
“Still okay, babe?” he whispered, running his tongue around the shell of the ear peeking out from the drenched curls that were now clinging to Orlando’s neck and face.
“Mmmm,” came the muffled response, together with an eager nod.
“Good, babe, you’re doing so well,” Viggo purred, stroking and soothing Orlando’s shaking body before moving around to sit on the bed facing his straining cock. Reaching to the bedside table, Viggo retrieved the bottle of lube and flipped open the cap. He spread a generous amount over his fingers, then slid his hand around to dance up and down the cleft between Orlando’s tender, rosy buttocks. At the same time, he lowered his head to lick broad, wet stripes up the length of the dripping cock quivering in front of him, swirling his tongue at the end of each stroke to gather the precum that was streaming from the tip. He slowly slid one, then two, then three fingers into Orlando’s sensitized opening, curling them to stroke over the magical spot that caused his quivering captive to whimper and mewl behind the gag. Suddenly Viggo withdrew his teasing fingers, pulled his head back, and picked up the lube bottle again. He could almost see Orlando’s smile of relief and anticipation behind the stripe of black silk across his mouth, which swiftly faded as Viggo picked up the whip again. Orlando’s eyes bugged as he watched Viggo lubricating the handle of the whip, shivering as he realized the end of the elongated shaft was actually a dildo.
Satisfied that the dildo was sufficiently slicked up, Viggo reached behind Orlando’s back, using the thumb and forefinger of his other hand to part the cheeks and slowly stroking the slippery tip of the dildo in teasing circles around Orlando’s opening.
“Relax, babe,” he murmured as he slowly breached the tight opening with the rubberized toy. As he slid the dildo deeper into Orlando’s body, he leaned forward again, taking the straining cock deep into his mouth and at the same time reaching down to free his own agonizingly hard erection and wrap his other hand around it. Orlando’s hips jerked back and forth uncontrollably, alternately thrusting his cock down Viggo’s throat and pushing back against the toy that was teasing his prostate with every movement.
Viggo suddenly pulled his head back and immediately stopped his thrusting as he saw a scrap of black fabric flutter to the floor.
“It’s okay, Vig, don’t stop. God, please don’t stop…!” he heard Orlando pant as he looked up, startled. With a jolt, he realized that, sometime during the last few minutes, his lover had bitten clean through the material of his gag in the throes of his passion.
“Are you sure?” he asked tenderly.
“Need… need to come… please, Vig!”
With a last lick over Orlando’s straining shaft, Viggo stood and moved gracefully behind his begging, pleading captive. He gently removed the dildo, dropping it to the floor.
“Okay, baby, here we go,” he rasped as he gave in to his own passion, wrapped his strong arms around Orlando’s chest, and entered his trembling, overstimulated lover in one swift move.
“Aaaaaah…! So… so good. Yes, yes, there… YES!” Orlando screamed, his head lolling back to rest on Viggo’s shoulder, leaving the slender column of his throat exposed to the hungry mouth that clamped down on his sweat-slicked flesh.
Viggo knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. He gave a few hard, deep thrusts, making sure he hit Orlando’s sweet spot each time in the process. He gave one final thrust and, at the same time, his hand flew around Orlando’s hip to release the cock ring. With a scream, the younger man came immediately, his inner muscles clamping down hard around Viggo’s straining cock as it spurted deep within him.
Shaking, Viggo realized that the only things holding the younger man upright were his arms and the chains. He slid his softening cock out of his semi-conscious lover, bracing Orlando’s limp body in his arms as he moaned his way back to consciousness.
Fearing that he had pushed Orlando too far despite the fact that the safety scarf was still tightly clenched in one hand, Viggo reached down and unfastened the leg manacles. Gently leaning his lover’s limp body against his own, he reached up and released his wrists, prising the scarf out of Orlando’s gripping fingers.
Tenderly he lowered Orlando’s body to the bed, leaning next to him, stroking his sweat-drenched forehead.
“Babe, babe, speak to me. Are you okay?” he said frantically. After a few minutes, Orlando’s breathing steadied and his eyelids fluttered open. He smiled weakly.
“Vig, that was fucking amazing,” he whispered, eyes sparkling. “There’s just one major problem.”
“Babe, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh, God, why didn’t you drop the scarf?” Viggo babbled frantically.
“Relax, love, I’m fine,” Orlando grinned up at him. “It’s just that I missed lunch. I’m starving!”
“Huh! Your lunch is in the dog!” Viggo grinned back at him. “But as soon as I can stand again, I’ll make you something nice. You deserve it!”
“Mmmm, thanks love.”
Orlando stretched his aching shoulders, flinging his arms out to the side and inadvertently knocking a water glass off the bedside table to shatter on the wooden floor.
“Fuck, Orli, maybe I should keep you tied up all the time. It’s safer that way!” Viggo chuckled at the way Orlando was blushing.
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up. You look exhausted.”
“Mmmm, I am. But it was… you were amazing, Vig,” Orlando sighed.
“So were you, angel, so were you. So, you enjoyed your ‘punishment’? Maybe I’ll have to think of something else for next time…!” The twinkle in Viggo’s eyes belied the menacing tone of his voice.
“Oh no you don’t!” Orlando grinned back at him. “If that’s my punishment I’m never going to be late again. Well… not more than once or twice a month, anyway.”
End
I’ll probably manage a brief ‘browse’ tomorrow, and then will have to sign off for a while. *wipes away a tear*. I am soooooo gonna miss everybody!