Orlibean - The Shed
Title: The Shed
Author: dalehead
Characters/Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is ENTIRELY made up!
Summary: It's a man thing.
AN: This is for no one in particular
Warning: There is BDSM and strong adult themes below the cut.
"What the fuck do we want a shed for?" Orlando demanded as they wandered around their new house hand in hand. "It’s not as if you need to keep your porn collection there..."
On the spur of the moment they had decided to buy a weekend retreat in Hastings, had seen the house and literally fallen in love with it on sight. The beach was literally two minutes from their garden gate.
They had been planning the remodelling and discussing colour schemes when Sean had announced his intention of doing most of the work himself. Of course, Orlando had promptly tied him over the step ladder.
“You do not have permission to utter a sound,” Orlando had had a mischievous look in his eye as he spanked Sean’s backside until it glowed and his own hand was stinging.
“Little slut,” Sean’s cock was pressed up against the wood of the steps and he was sweating already. “Dirty little slut,” Orlando pushed his finger inside Sean’s tight arse, finding that special place and rubbing it, rubbing it, rubbing it until Sean was squirming and whimpering.
“What did I say?” Orlando untied him. “Get dressed,” he grinned. “You disobeyed me so …” he left the words unsaid. Sean knew what it meant. It meant that his arse would be stinging but his thirst for Orlando’s cock would go unslaked until such time as his beloved Master decided that he’d earned the good fucking he really, really wanted.
Now they were in the garden and Sean had announced he wanted a shed.
“My dad has a shed, so do my uncles, I want a shed,” Sean said, sounding as obstinate as one would expect a Yorkshire man to sound. “I want somewhere to go and sit, somewhere to be.”
“You have a house to sit in, you have a whole fucking house, what on earth do you need a fucking shed for?” Orlando didn’t want an eyesore in their garden.
“So that I have somewhere to go and sulk,” Sean was grinning maniacally. “When you’re being stroppy…”
Turning to his lover, Orlando was outraged. “Stroppy?” he almost squeaked. “You’re calling me ….” He paused because Sean had begun to laugh.
“What do you do with a watch, baby?” he asked and answered before Orlando could expostulate further. “You wind it up…”
“Hands and knees, arse in the air,” Orlando near roars, trying not to laugh as his lover dropped down like a stone. “Now how are you going to make reparation, slave?” he asked. Sensibly Sean said nothing; he brought his forehead to rest on Orlando’s foot. He knew he wasn’t really in any trouble and he guessed he could kiss his shed goodbye already but it was worth it if he was going to be punished.
“You will wait there,” Orlando wandered back into the house to fetch lube. When he returned his boy hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Good boy,” he whispered to himself. Now he was going to fuck Sean just the way he enjoyed before he put his foot down once and for all. There would be no shed…
Author: dalehead
Characters/Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is ENTIRELY made up!
Summary: It's a man thing.
AN: This is for no one in particular
Warning: There is BDSM and strong adult themes below the cut.
"What the fuck do we want a shed for?" Orlando demanded as they wandered around their new house hand in hand. "It’s not as if you need to keep your porn collection there..."
On the spur of the moment they had decided to buy a weekend retreat in Hastings, had seen the house and literally fallen in love with it on sight. The beach was literally two minutes from their garden gate.
They had been planning the remodelling and discussing colour schemes when Sean had announced his intention of doing most of the work himself. Of course, Orlando had promptly tied him over the step ladder.
“You do not have permission to utter a sound,” Orlando had had a mischievous look in his eye as he spanked Sean’s backside until it glowed and his own hand was stinging.
“Little slut,” Sean’s cock was pressed up against the wood of the steps and he was sweating already. “Dirty little slut,” Orlando pushed his finger inside Sean’s tight arse, finding that special place and rubbing it, rubbing it, rubbing it until Sean was squirming and whimpering.
“What did I say?” Orlando untied him. “Get dressed,” he grinned. “You disobeyed me so …” he left the words unsaid. Sean knew what it meant. It meant that his arse would be stinging but his thirst for Orlando’s cock would go unslaked until such time as his beloved Master decided that he’d earned the good fucking he really, really wanted.
Now they were in the garden and Sean had announced he wanted a shed.
“My dad has a shed, so do my uncles, I want a shed,” Sean said, sounding as obstinate as one would expect a Yorkshire man to sound. “I want somewhere to go and sit, somewhere to be.”
“You have a house to sit in, you have a whole fucking house, what on earth do you need a fucking shed for?” Orlando didn’t want an eyesore in their garden.
“So that I have somewhere to go and sulk,” Sean was grinning maniacally. “When you’re being stroppy…”
Turning to his lover, Orlando was outraged. “Stroppy?” he almost squeaked. “You’re calling me ….” He paused because Sean had begun to laugh.
“What do you do with a watch, baby?” he asked and answered before Orlando could expostulate further. “You wind it up…”
“Hands and knees, arse in the air,” Orlando near roars, trying not to laugh as his lover dropped down like a stone. “Now how are you going to make reparation, slave?” he asked. Sensibly Sean said nothing; he brought his forehead to rest on Orlando’s foot. He knew he wasn’t really in any trouble and he guessed he could kiss his shed goodbye already but it was worth it if he was going to be punished.
“You will wait there,” Orlando wandered back into the house to fetch lube. When he returned his boy hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Good boy,” he whispered to himself. Now he was going to fuck Sean just the way he enjoyed before he put his foot down once and for all. There would be no shed…