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One of the fist slash I ever wrote (and posted on Obsession at the time, a great site for Viggo devotees) and I'm dusting it off for queen
keyweegirly that requested some Viggo/Josh.
DON'T click it RPS irks you. or BDSM. *sheepish*
Title: Torture
Fandom: WARNING!!! real person slash
Pairing: Josh Holloway / Viggo Mortensen
Rating: NC-17. there is some BDSM in there, so be warned and turn away it it puts you off...
Beta: my friend Sue, who helps me with tremendously, had this idea, so there is a lot I have to thank her for. I ran with it.
Disclaimer: They are not mine. I don't know anything of the preference of those two men, and all that is written is a product of my imagination. No harm is intended and nobody will pay me for it.
Summary: Josh and Viggo are doing a movie together *I wish! lol!* Smut ensues.
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TORTURE
"Let's do one more!"
Josh sighs, he was hoping they'd call it quit, because there is no way he's going to nail it now. Not with all of those weird things happening that are totally distracting him from how he is supposed to act.
Of course, he has to be the one being tortured in the scene. He's doing great being tortured, proved it once before and it's probably why he has been offered the part in the first place, he realizes that. This movie was the best script he had seen, with a great director and he had fought like a demon to get it. He was one of the good guys for once, the hero even. A nosey journalist that with his partner looked a little too close at the fanatics leading a private militia of deep white America, the terrorists within the borders. Josh had been thrilled to know that the part of the main villain, totally wacko, had gone to Viggo Mortensen.
Boy that guy could act. A method actor if there was one, although in that case it meant he was really hard to talk to, would not mingle with the rest of the cast and crew, going back to his trailer between scenes, and refusing offers to go out after a long day. He had been very clear about it from the start
"Sorry guys. I can't. Just can't. I'm not... not one of you. It's easier that way."
That didn't help his reputation of being somewhat weird. But he was so intense every time the director called action, no one could blame him. Not knowing him, not seeing him like a friend sure had made it simpler for Josh to act like he was indeed a scumbag. To react to him at an instinctive level. To snarl back at him, be defiant.
But now? Now at the most intense scene of the movie, the torture piece, well it didn't work anymore. He may have fooled himself at first saying he didn’t know why, but if he was honest he knew exactly what the problem was. The set is standing as an old barn, and he's bonded to the metallic structure that used to be some rabbit cages. His legs are clamped together and his arms are extended, in a crucified position, being tied up at the wrists and ankles with tie-wraps. The position soon became uncomfortable and he feels like he's being tortured for real. Viggo is currently looking at him with half closed eyes, menacing, slowly whipping a riding crop in his hand. He has an almost skin close buzz cut, camouflage pants with big army boots and a sleeveless khaki shirt, unbuttoned.
For about 20 takes, spread over who knows how many hours now, they've been trying to catch Josh's reaction to the torture. It's very clear in the script and Brian has been precise in his directions: Josh's character is at a pivotal point in the story in his psyche. He's not broken, not yet, but he's starting to be afraid there may be no way out. That he's going to die in this barn, no matter if he talks or not. That is the theory, what his job is supposed to be. But instead, against his will, he's getting more and more sexually aroused with each take. Josh tries to cover it with aggressiveness, but that's not giving the right results on camera it seems. They start over and over, and each time he's more conscious of Viggo's chest, of the way he moves like a big cat, and he can't shake the idea that he actually would like being whipped a little.
To his embarrassment, the images that pop in his head while he admits that make him hard. As the cameras start rolling, he fights with double energy against the ties, hurting himself on purpose, trying to distract his uncooperative mind. Viggo, who has delivered his lines in subtly different ways throughout the day in efforts to help in the process, circles him silently, menacing, for a long minute, then leans in to whisper in his ear, too low to be caught by the sound gaffer
"I am on to you."
Out of surprise, Josh looks at him suddenly, eyes wide open, to see Viggo's eyes intense on him but staying at eye level. He hopes that his loose fitting cargo pants conceal his semi-erection and that Viggo didn't see it. He's still worried though as he watches him walking back and forth. Viggo leans in again, and this time he trails the riding crop up Josh's thigh, although hiding it mostly from the camera with his own body, and murmurs in his ear
"You are enjoying this, you little pervert."
Josh struggles against the bonds, slipping in a real state of fear at what he's going to think of him. He feels sweat on his forehead and begins to pant a little, before delivering his line, seeming ironically more than appropriate
"NO. no. I won't tell you anything." He hears his voice almost break under Viggo's sardonic smile.
Totally unscripted, so it takes him by surprise, Viggo whips Josh hard in mid-thigh, making him arch against the cages, pain mixed with arousal. He cries out, guttural, his will to resist. Once again, hot breath in his ear
"Oh, yes. You like that, boy, don't you? You like being punished. That's plain dirty."
Josh thinks he's never going to survive the humiliation, never will be able to looks at him straight in the eyes ever again. Finishing this movie will be hell. So he slumps against his bonds, body going limp, hanging his head in shame, shutting his eyes. And the words comes by themselves, pouring out of him
"Kill me. I'm dead anyway. I won't say anything. Just finish it, you bastard."
After a couple of seconds, he hears Viggo's voice, loud and clear wrapping the scene
"No. You'll talk. Eventually. I'll be back."
And he walks away, as scripted, leaving Josh to his despair.
"And CUT!" Yells the director. The silence is broken and everyone is talking at once.
"Did you get that? Did you? Great! That was perfect. Josh, it was magnificent".
Josh blinks, coming back to reality, straightens up and smiles, happy that it's over. He's going to be able to get out and hide somewhere. Brian cannot stop babbling.
"Viggo, that idea to whisper like that? Looks chilling. I love it. Tomorrow we'll do a short scene where you come back to taunt him some more, where he's totally broken."
Josh's heart sink at the idea, and adding to his humiliation, Viggo looks at him with an evil smile, nodding.
"Good" Viggo stops the crew member with the cutter that is going to Josh and takes the tool "I'll cut the tie wraps, but we'll rehearse the next scene before. Thanks." Josh's mouth opens wide but he doesn't protest. The young man shrugs his shoulder and quickly goes to another task. They haven't rehearsed before, but it's probably just to choreograph things a bit so there are not so many takes next time. Can't be anything else, can it?
It's late and the set quickly empties as Viggo, leaning on a beam, lights a cigarette seeming totally indifferent. Josh would almost kill for a cigarette right now, but he doesn't say anything. The quicker this goes the better. As they hear the last of the crew leaving, Viggo comes near and silently puts the cigarette near Josh's mouth, offering. Closing his eyes, he takes a long draw, relaxing a bit.
"thanks"
"thank you sir." The voice is chilly.
Startled, Josh looks at him and Viggo's eyes are hard. He can't be serious? But he presses the riding crop hard against his neck.
"You say thank you sir!"
Something in the tone and attitude tell him he's serious indeed. And that prompts him to answer, although softly.
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
Viggo takes the riding crop away from his neck and lets him draw from the cigarette once more. This time it comes out more strongly.
"Thank you sir."
Viggo nods, satisfied.
He throws the cigarette on the ground, steps on it and looks at Josh. Makes him uncomfortable once more, brings back the fear of being judged. At the same time, he's wondering what the other man is thinking, acting like that.
"Okay, so we could just rehearse it once, I'm fried. Can't wait to..."
Viggo shakes his head and cuts him
"I didn't give you permission to talk, boy"
If he needs a permission to talk, Josh worries that he may be in trouble. And there is nothing he can do in this position.
"Can you cut the tie-wraps?" He'd feel safer, and his arms and legs are killing him.
The blow of the riding crop on the side of his leg surprises him, sharp, painful.
"Shut up boy. I'll cut them when I decide to"
Josh can't help but to pull on his hands, only hurting himself more. He's seriously considering calling out for help when Viggo comes within inches of him and leans in to whisper in his ear
"It's only fair that you suffer a bit after the hell you put me through."
Josh turns to look at him, eyebrows frowned, totally ignorant of what he may be talking about.
"Oh, don't make that innocent look boy. You may not have been directly conscious of it, but you've been torturing me for weeks now."
Josh opens his mouth to protest, but is stopped by Viggo's mouth on his, kissing him hard. As quick as it begins, he cuts it, stepping back, leaving Josh dumb fooled.
"You've been a bad boy, tempting me. And now I think you should pay. Am I right boy?" As he says that, Viggo trails the riding crop over Josh's chest, and his eyes are now darkened with lust.
A chill of excitement mixed with fear, the most sensual combo in his case, goes down Josh's spine. He hears himself reply without even thinking of the implications
"Yes sir. I've been bad sir. I should be punished sir."
"Do you want to know in what you've been bad, boy?"
"Yes sir. Tell me sir."
"First of all, the way you walk, with those long legs of yours. One can't help but to watch you walk around. That is bad"
"It is sir." As soon as he says it, Viggo whips Josh's right thigh, making him tense, but also arousing his desire, as it's something he has wished for all afternoon and evening.
"I'm supposed to be pissed off at you. But the way you laugh out loud all the time, throwing your head back, for everything and nothing... It's so contagious, it's bad. "
"Yes sir. Bad sir." A blow to his left thigh, making him definitely hard again.
"The way you are so damn nice with everyone, while I have to be the asshole"
"I'm sorry sir. My bad sir." Right calf.
"The way your hair moves and fall over your eyes, too damn sexy"
"They should not do that sir" but he cannot help but smirk a little at this one. Harder whip at the left calf, that doesn’t take the smile away completely. Viggo puts the riding crop to his cheek.
"Those maddening dimples, that charm everyone"
"A weakness in my cheek sir. I should be punished for taking advantage of it sir." Quick hit to the right arm.
"The way you flirt with all the ladies, even if they're not that cute, making their day, when you've never once looked at me"
"I should not do that sir. But I have to object sir. I've looked at you sir, countless times." Viggo eyes him, and Josh nods. He had been very careful, unsure Viggo played on that side of the fence. But Viggo whips him on his left arm, before counter attacking.
"How you're all over your wife when she's around, and no one else exist then, me even less"
"You're right sir. I should not do that sir." This time the blow is vicious, on the inside of his right thigh, but it's sends waves of pleasure to his groin, making him start to pant.
"Your voice and southern accent that pours like honey and give me chills" Viggo caress his throat with the back of his hand, making the said voice become husky.
"That is really bad sir." Another vicious blow to the inside of the left thigh now, making Josh's back arch at the almost-electric jolt it provides.
"Your eyes, that change color and remind me of the ocean, that I wish looked at me more" Said staring closely, eye in eye, blue-grey meeting blue-green, pupils dilated with arousal on both sides.
"I should look at you all the time sir." this time the riding crop hits just below the right hip. Viggo then grabs Josh’s shirt in the opening and pulls hard, sending the buttons flying, before opening it wide and trailing the riding crop on his torso and shoulders,
"Your broad shoulders and chest, that I dream I kiss all over and then I wake up, frustrated, by myself"
"That is awful sir. I should definitely pay for that sir." The blow is this time a little softer, but right across Josh's crotch, and the pleasure and pain makes him cry out loud. Viggo takes off his shirt, and Josh’s eyes relish on the hairy chest.
"Your skin, golden, that seems so soft, and should be hot against mine" The need for Josh to be touched at that point is so overwhelming, he definitely thinks someone has to pay for that lack of contact.
"It's bad that it's not against yours sir. Very bad." Instead of hitting him, this time Viggo crushes his body on Josh's, roughly pressing him against the cages, painful in another way. The feeling of the hard body and indeed hot skin against his heightens Josh's desire. But Viggo retracts instantly, only to go to one of his hands.
"Your hands, that should be caressing me" And as he says it, he snakes his tongue between the finger before taking the index in his mouth and sucking on it. The sensation makes Josh week in the knees
"Oh dear God... My hands would be doing just that if they were free sir!" At this point, he's so hard, it hurts like mad and he thinks he may as well come in his pants like a schoolboy. Viggo comes back right in front of him
"Your lips, made to be kissed, made to kiss me"
"You are right sir. Please kiss me sir." And Viggo does just that, taking hold of Josh's head by fisting both hands in his hair and kissing him hard, wet tongue slipping against wet tongue, hot, hungry. Viggo finishes the kiss by biting hard at Josh's lower lip, drawing blood, before sucking on it. It leaves Josh shaking, panting, ready to beg for release. Viggo unbuckles and lowers his cargo pants and boxers, letting them fall to the still tied ankles, freeing Josh's engorged cock that is oozing precum.
"Your dick. You don't even know how hard it has been for me trying not to think of it."
"If there is one part of me that is more bad than the others sir, it has to be my dick." Viggo's hand circles him, making him moan and just as he thinks he will come just by that contact, he grips it so hard at it's base it makes Josh yelp with pain, but also ensures he wont come before Viggo decides he can. With his other hand, Viggo undoes his own pants and manages to take them off and kick the boots away. His own cock is standing high and he strikes it a couple of times, making Josh wish he had his hands free right now to do it himself. But Viggo slaps Josh's buttock hard, making him jerk.
"your ass, so tempting"
Josh stares in Viggo's eyes. This little game has been more than entertaining, but he can't wait anymore. He has to come, soon, or he’ll bust. It's not in a submissive voice, but rather commandingly that he says clearly
"Fuck it then.... sir." Something shifts in Viggo's eyes.
"Yes boy.... but not like that" and he looks around and finds the cutter. Not letting go of his tight grip at Josh, he starts by freeing the ankles. As he undoes the hands, Josh manages to get his feet free of the pants. He then rubs his wrists, and it's like a million needles when the circulation comes back properly. But he could not care less and grabs Viggo's neck with one hand, the other going behind his back, pulling him close to kiss him deep once more. Viggo starts walking backward, pulling Josh along. Not having moved in hours makes it painful to walk and Josh almost stumbles.
Viggo let's him go and breaks the kiss to spread his clothes and an old cover that is part of the set on a pile of hay, before gently helping him down on it. Finally free to move, Josh caresses Viggo’s chest as he gets in position between his thighs. Viggo then reaches for his pants and takes out a small bottle. Josh cocks his head to the side, curious. He gasps when one of Viggo's fingers, slick with lotion, enters his asshole. Viggo grips him hard again
“I’m going to fuck you boy, but you won’t come before I decide so. Do you understand?” He works the small opening methodically, before slipping a second digit in, making Josh bulk and plead for more
"Yes sir. Whatever you say sir. Please, fuck me. Sir." Viggo pours a generous amount of lotion on his prick and forces his way in slowly, as Josh tries to relax as much as he can. It isn't long that Viggo is buried totally in Josh, both men breathing with difficulty due to the amount of stimulation.
With his free hand, Viggo caresses the strong body beneath him.
"Holy fuck Josh, you're so hot and tight, it's unbelievable!" Josh manages to raise his legs and rest his knees on Viggo's side, shifting the position and making Viggo dip even deeper.
"C'mon. Fuck me. Now." And after 2 seconds as Viggo raises his eyebrows he adds “Sir.”
That unleashes Viggo who starts to pump hard in Josh, forcing his hips up to meet each thrust. Viggo changes the angle a bit and that makes him hit Josh’s prostate, making him yell out his pleasure, and he stays there, hitting repetitively the sweet spot. Josh thinks he’s going to go crazy if Viggo doesn’t let go of him to let him come soon, and is tempted to force his hand away. Instead he raises his body and props himself on one hand, the other hooking behind Viggo’s head to pull him close and kiss him.
“Please sir, let me come sir, I’ll be good from now on sir, promise”
Viggo grunts and after a couple of quick thrusts he lessens the pressure on Josh’s dick and pumps him instead. Josh falls on his back as he tenses immediately and his world implodes, spurting his semen on his belly, all the tension and pain turning into pleasure and a big white light that swallows him. Viggo goes over the edge at the same time, crying out a string of curses, and then crumbles on top of him, panting.
They don’t talk at first, listening to the wild beats of their respective hearts, but Viggo nuzzles up to Josh’s neck and gives it baby kisses. Josh circles his sore arm around Viggo’s shoulder and strikes the very soft short hair slowly, before murmuring
“thanks Sir”
THE END