Punishing Sean
Title : Punishing Sean
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17: Please note, there is non con under the cut, there is nastiness, there is lots of very upsetting words all strung together to make them even more upsetting. Please don’t read if you think you might be upset by them.
Summary: Sean left; he returned. It wasn’t pretty. This is not my usual Orlibean boys but an AU of themselves. Oh and guys? This is totally made up.
A/N : For jackieville who tells me she likes the dirty *g* and for kittylass because her brand of impatience makes me laugh.
"You’re back."
Orlando’s voice was expressionless. He looked at Sean kneeling on the floor.
"If you’ll have me."
Sean didn’t dare look up. He must have been mad to get married again. Reading about Orlando’s antics had made him curl up with jealousy. As Orlando knew it would.
“Get naked…”
Orlando left him and made a few phone calls. He was relieved that Sean was back. Partly relieved.
~~
Whimpering, Sean prayed for this to be over. He prayed that his Orlando, the man he had walked out on his old life for would forgive him after this. That this would be the end of it and his loving caring partner would return.
Welcome to this special evening … the theme is a simple one. Punishing Sean. I gave up a lot for this man and he royally fucked me over. He left me to marry someone else and then he came crawling back…”
Sean shivered. Whatever happened here, it was going to be bad. He’d agreed to give up his hard limits and his safeword for the evening and to that end was strung up on tip toes, his arms chained above his head. He was spread out for the assembled crowd. At least he thought there was a crowd. He could hear people talking and the chink of glasses. Orlando had blindfolded him.
First of all he had been caned. Not hard enough to make him bleed, not so hard that he wouldn’t be able to move but hard. He knew there were raw stripes on his arse. He knew that Orlando was looking at them, knew Orlando was running his fingers over them. He always recognised his Master’s touch.
The caning was preferable to what came next. Sean could hear the sound of feet shuffling and then he heard Orlando talking, it sounded like he was counting.
After he’d been fucked three times he realised he was going to be fucked by many more. It hurt. He’d been prepped of course but it still hurt as one by one, they took him. All their cocks were different, the way they used him different except that not a one of them was doing anything other than using him on the most base level. His arse was sore, he felt bruised inside and out as they gripped him by the hips and pulled his limp body onto their cocks.
Yet it wasn’t the indignity of being fucked like an animal that was getting to Sean. Oh no, he could deal with that, but he could hear Orlando telling everyone what he’d done. How he’d betrayed the man he loved more than he had words to tell.
“Oh yeah, told me I was the only one for him then fucks off to get married…”
“Came crawling back when he realised he couldn’t live without cock…”
And the tone? So dismissive as if Orlando was talking about anyone, not his lover, not the man he’d been with for nine years. The tears were flowing.
“Easy to cry when you’re hurting but you didn’t give me a thought did you?” Orlando’s voice was so soft, so loving but then the edge, that nasty cruel edge crept in. “You walked out of my life and you left me alone. Not so much as a good bye, nothing, you walked out of my life and into hers…”
I’m sorry Orlando, I’m sorry, please forgive me, please stop hating me and love me again. I want this to stop…
Hands were undoing his cuffs, he had no idea how many cocks he had taken but he was aware of hot come leaking out of his arse, he was aware of a soreness that was way beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
Do they know me? Are they our friends? One of them had a huge cock; it hurt so bad, felt like he was being ripped in two. Oh god, please don’t let it be anyone I know. That would be the worse humiliation. Please let them stay nameless and faceless…
“Kneel up dirty whore,” Orlando’s voice had lost every trace of warmth. It was hard, cold, cruel. “I’m going to let you watch this part. Chin up and eyes open…”
When the blind fold was removed, he saw he was surrounded by men; they were all naked and they were all hard. They surrounded him; he was surrounded by hard cocks.
“You love this really,” Orlando sneered. “You’re hard, look at your own cock, filthy whore, you’ve been fucked by some of my friends and now the rest are gonna come on your face,” he turned to face the crowd of guys, all were wearing masks, they looked like a Greek chorus, they looked inhuman, like automatons, albeit naked ones. “Gentlemen…”
On the word, they gripped their cocks, almost moving as one man, and begun fisting themselves, there were soft gasps and moans which made Sean want to turn tail and run. He stayed stock still, chin up, green eyes fixed on Orlando’s face, searching for a sign, a tiny, tiny sign of compassion. He found none. He didn’t recognise this grim faced man. Where was his lover?
Did I do this to you, Orli? Did I turn you from a boy into this? God forgive me, and you Orli, please forgive me?
He could smell precome and sweat and the sour tang of it got to the back of his throat and the tears were still flowing down his face where they were joined by splat after splat of come as one by one the men, hiding their feelings behind their masks sprayed his face with their hot, sticky juices. He half gagged and Orlando’s look was so menacing, he froze, caught like a rabbit in the headlights as he felt the liquid cooling on his skin, the stench overwhelming his senses.
“You dirty whore,” Sean cringed. “You’re filthy…” Orlando, who was still dressed, brought out his cock and to further Sean’s humiliation, it was flaccid, not a sign that anything that had happened here had even mildly titillated him. Sean didn’t know whether to be pleased or not.
“Whore,” his lip curled. “Open your mouth. Wide.”
When Sean had obeyed, Orlando held his cock until a stream of piss began to first dribble then gush from him. He aimed it at Sean’s mouth; two of the other men followed suit, then a couple more until Sean felt like he was drowning in piss. It seemed to go on and on, the bitter twang at the back of his throat making him retch despite Orlando’s dark look.
When the last man had finished, Sean’s was soaked in a mixture of piss and come, the droplets were still clinging to his skin, his hair was dripping and he was utterly broken. Not an ounce of resistance was in him. He kept staring at Orlando who stared back impassively.
“Thank you gentlemen…” and his voice was expressionless. Was this a good sign? The others left the room, the last man shutting the door quietly; still Orlando did not speak to Sean, looked at him until he heard the front door slam. Only then did he undress. Sean’s breath caught in his throat, a mixture of fear and need.
“If you ever, ever pull a trick like that again Sean, I will kill you, do you understand,” it was not a question. “You belong to me.”
He begun to fist his cock until it got hard, until Sean could see a drop of precome glistening in the half light. “Hands and knees, forehead to the ground.”
Sean complied, his body quivering with the surge of emotion. He held his breath as he felt Orlando’s cock nudging his body.
(End?)
Author : dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-17: Please note, there is non con under the cut, there is nastiness, there is lots of very upsetting words all strung together to make them even more upsetting. Please don’t read if you think you might be upset by them.
Summary: Sean left; he returned. It wasn’t pretty. This is not my usual Orlibean boys but an AU of themselves. Oh and guys? This is totally made up.
A/N : For jackieville who tells me she likes the dirty *g* and for kittylass because her brand of impatience makes me laugh.
"You’re back."
Orlando’s voice was expressionless. He looked at Sean kneeling on the floor.
"If you’ll have me."
Sean didn’t dare look up. He must have been mad to get married again. Reading about Orlando’s antics had made him curl up with jealousy. As Orlando knew it would.
“Get naked…”
Orlando left him and made a few phone calls. He was relieved that Sean was back. Partly relieved.
~~
Whimpering, Sean prayed for this to be over. He prayed that his Orlando, the man he had walked out on his old life for would forgive him after this. That this would be the end of it and his loving caring partner would return.
Welcome to this special evening … the theme is a simple one. Punishing Sean. I gave up a lot for this man and he royally fucked me over. He left me to marry someone else and then he came crawling back…”
Sean shivered. Whatever happened here, it was going to be bad. He’d agreed to give up his hard limits and his safeword for the evening and to that end was strung up on tip toes, his arms chained above his head. He was spread out for the assembled crowd. At least he thought there was a crowd. He could hear people talking and the chink of glasses. Orlando had blindfolded him.
First of all he had been caned. Not hard enough to make him bleed, not so hard that he wouldn’t be able to move but hard. He knew there were raw stripes on his arse. He knew that Orlando was looking at them, knew Orlando was running his fingers over them. He always recognised his Master’s touch.
The caning was preferable to what came next. Sean could hear the sound of feet shuffling and then he heard Orlando talking, it sounded like he was counting.
After he’d been fucked three times he realised he was going to be fucked by many more. It hurt. He’d been prepped of course but it still hurt as one by one, they took him. All their cocks were different, the way they used him different except that not a one of them was doing anything other than using him on the most base level. His arse was sore, he felt bruised inside and out as they gripped him by the hips and pulled his limp body onto their cocks.
Yet it wasn’t the indignity of being fucked like an animal that was getting to Sean. Oh no, he could deal with that, but he could hear Orlando telling everyone what he’d done. How he’d betrayed the man he loved more than he had words to tell.
“Oh yeah, told me I was the only one for him then fucks off to get married…”
“Came crawling back when he realised he couldn’t live without cock…”
And the tone? So dismissive as if Orlando was talking about anyone, not his lover, not the man he’d been with for nine years. The tears were flowing.
“Easy to cry when you’re hurting but you didn’t give me a thought did you?” Orlando’s voice was so soft, so loving but then the edge, that nasty cruel edge crept in. “You walked out of my life and you left me alone. Not so much as a good bye, nothing, you walked out of my life and into hers…”
I’m sorry Orlando, I’m sorry, please forgive me, please stop hating me and love me again. I want this to stop…
Hands were undoing his cuffs, he had no idea how many cocks he had taken but he was aware of hot come leaking out of his arse, he was aware of a soreness that was way beyond anything he’d ever experienced.
Do they know me? Are they our friends? One of them had a huge cock; it hurt so bad, felt like he was being ripped in two. Oh god, please don’t let it be anyone I know. That would be the worse humiliation. Please let them stay nameless and faceless…
“Kneel up dirty whore,” Orlando’s voice had lost every trace of warmth. It was hard, cold, cruel. “I’m going to let you watch this part. Chin up and eyes open…”
When the blind fold was removed, he saw he was surrounded by men; they were all naked and they were all hard. They surrounded him; he was surrounded by hard cocks.
“You love this really,” Orlando sneered. “You’re hard, look at your own cock, filthy whore, you’ve been fucked by some of my friends and now the rest are gonna come on your face,” he turned to face the crowd of guys, all were wearing masks, they looked like a Greek chorus, they looked inhuman, like automatons, albeit naked ones. “Gentlemen…”
On the word, they gripped their cocks, almost moving as one man, and begun fisting themselves, there were soft gasps and moans which made Sean want to turn tail and run. He stayed stock still, chin up, green eyes fixed on Orlando’s face, searching for a sign, a tiny, tiny sign of compassion. He found none. He didn’t recognise this grim faced man. Where was his lover?
Did I do this to you, Orli? Did I turn you from a boy into this? God forgive me, and you Orli, please forgive me?
He could smell precome and sweat and the sour tang of it got to the back of his throat and the tears were still flowing down his face where they were joined by splat after splat of come as one by one the men, hiding their feelings behind their masks sprayed his face with their hot, sticky juices. He half gagged and Orlando’s look was so menacing, he froze, caught like a rabbit in the headlights as he felt the liquid cooling on his skin, the stench overwhelming his senses.
“You dirty whore,” Sean cringed. “You’re filthy…” Orlando, who was still dressed, brought out his cock and to further Sean’s humiliation, it was flaccid, not a sign that anything that had happened here had even mildly titillated him. Sean didn’t know whether to be pleased or not.
“Whore,” his lip curled. “Open your mouth. Wide.”
When Sean had obeyed, Orlando held his cock until a stream of piss began to first dribble then gush from him. He aimed it at Sean’s mouth; two of the other men followed suit, then a couple more until Sean felt like he was drowning in piss. It seemed to go on and on, the bitter twang at the back of his throat making him retch despite Orlando’s dark look.
When the last man had finished, Sean’s was soaked in a mixture of piss and come, the droplets were still clinging to his skin, his hair was dripping and he was utterly broken. Not an ounce of resistance was in him. He kept staring at Orlando who stared back impassively.
“Thank you gentlemen…” and his voice was expressionless. Was this a good sign? The others left the room, the last man shutting the door quietly; still Orlando did not speak to Sean, looked at him until he heard the front door slam. Only then did he undress. Sean’s breath caught in his throat, a mixture of fear and need.
“If you ever, ever pull a trick like that again Sean, I will kill you, do you understand,” it was not a question. “You belong to me.”
He begun to fist his cock until it got hard, until Sean could see a drop of precome glistening in the half light. “Hands and knees, forehead to the ground.”
Sean complied, his body quivering with the surge of emotion. He held his breath as he felt Orlando’s cock nudging his body.
(End?)