Germany v Poland
Title : Germany v Poland (Group B, game two)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : It’s all about the football
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For kittylass because she demanded more *g*
It was the last straw. Sean had returned home to watch the football. Orlando decided that this time he was going to enliven the proceedings a little.
“Hi…” Sean clearly wasn’t drunk. Luckily.
“Hey baby,” Orlando got up and returned with a spanking bench. He put it down in the centre of the floor.
“’Lan?” Sean blinked. He hadn’t been drinking, bad texting didn’t equate to drink, it equated to him getting bored with trying to make the keys do what he wanted them to do. “What are you doing?”
“I am going to ensure I have a peaceful ninety minutes, take your clothes off and get over the bench.”
“What about the match?”
“You can still watch it. Now get your fucking clothes off boy and get the fuck over the bench or do you want to spend the rest of the competition sleeping on the kitchen floor?”
Sean got naked quickly. Orlando eyed him. “Tomorrow you are going to trim your pubes, I like a landing strip not a fucking croquet lawn.”
Blushing Sean did as he was told, he hadn’t trimmed his pubic hair for a couple of weeks and he most assuredly didn’t want to sleep on the bedroom floor. It was cold and uncomfortable. He draped himself over the bench, he still had an excellent view of the TV screen.
“And you are going to wear this so I don’t have to listen to you,” Orlando fixed a ring gag to his boy, thus ensuring he could fuck his boy’s throat if the need arose.
“Nnnnggh…” Sean hated watching football when he couldn’t provide a running commentary, on the other hand, his Master was looking very determined.
“Now,” fixing his boy to the bench so he was effectively immobilised, Orlando went to fetch his new toy. It was a simple enough device, it looked like an egg whisker, in fact when used on a boy’s unsuspecting arse, it became impossible to sink into headspace, it was perfect for keeping him amused whilst Sean “watched” the football.
It wasn’t exactly a thrilling match but Sean wasn’t really watching, he was drooling as his Master beat him, slowly and surely. The pain was pleasant, it was a sort of burn, it kind of grew but it wasn’t quite enough to let him reach that place that would stop him being aware that he was drooling or that his Master was fingering his hole.
“Nnnnnghhh…” it was the best he could do.
“You want the sound up? Or you want to point out that Poldoski was actually born in Poland? Ironic eh?” Orlando smirked and roughly pushed two fingers inside Sean’s arse, scissored them, he guessed he was hurting Sean.
Feeling the saliva dripping out of his mouth, Sean was desperate for something more, either for his Master to beat him properly or to get fucked, hard and fast. The foot ball was beginning to irritate him, it seemed to him that Master was stopping to watch then starting to beat him or touch him but stopping before it got really good; he whined again. He had lost track of the time, of the score and right now he couldn’t care less if Germany took to the pitch in panzers if only his Master would just do it.
There was a sheen of sweat over Sean’s back and even though Germany had just scored another goal, bringing them to 2-0, he still didn’t acknowledge the television, everything he had was focused on his Master.
Orlando could read Sean like a book, he knew he was reaching the end of his tether and were they playing hard he would have maybe tormented his boy a bit more but they weren’t so he reached for the remote and turned the sound down.
“Germany won, so you can’t come, if you do …” Sean shuddered, he wouldn’t not when he’d been expressly told he couldn’t.
“I thought you’d understand me,” Orlando grinned unzipped his jeans and let his hard cock spring free. There was a puddle of saliva underneath Sean, Orlando looked at it. “You made a mess, tsk tsk…” he fisted his cock a few times, watching the way his boy’s body jerked a little.
Please Master, please, please, please…
As if he heard the unspoken words Orlando stood, walked slowly behind and pushed Sean’s butt cheeks apart. He spat, a globule of spit landed splat on Sean’s hole, a moment later Orlando was pushing in, there was no finesse, no care, Orlando was using his boy, his slut, he pounded into him as fast as he could, picking up the beater and bringing it down on Sean’s plump cheeks a couple times more.
Thank you … yes … use me …
Orgasm was short and sharp, Orlando felt like the come was being sucked out of his cock by the strong muscles that gripped him so tightly, he groaned, pinching Sean’s hips and almost collapsing on top of him.
“Nnnngggh…”
Orlando hastily undid his boy and took the gag off him. “Beautiful boy,” he murmured reaching for his lover.
“Master…” Sean murmured in his turn, clinging to Orlando, trying to ignore his hard cock. Football was of course more important than life and death but there were times when this was more enjoyable…
Germany 2-0 Poland
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : It’s all about the football
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For kittylass because she demanded more *g*
It was the last straw. Sean had returned home to watch the football. Orlando decided that this time he was going to enliven the proceedings a little.
“Hi…” Sean clearly wasn’t drunk. Luckily.
“Hey baby,” Orlando got up and returned with a spanking bench. He put it down in the centre of the floor.
“’Lan?” Sean blinked. He hadn’t been drinking, bad texting didn’t equate to drink, it equated to him getting bored with trying to make the keys do what he wanted them to do. “What are you doing?”
“I am going to ensure I have a peaceful ninety minutes, take your clothes off and get over the bench.”
“What about the match?”
“You can still watch it. Now get your fucking clothes off boy and get the fuck over the bench or do you want to spend the rest of the competition sleeping on the kitchen floor?”
Sean got naked quickly. Orlando eyed him. “Tomorrow you are going to trim your pubes, I like a landing strip not a fucking croquet lawn.”
Blushing Sean did as he was told, he hadn’t trimmed his pubic hair for a couple of weeks and he most assuredly didn’t want to sleep on the bedroom floor. It was cold and uncomfortable. He draped himself over the bench, he still had an excellent view of the TV screen.
“And you are going to wear this so I don’t have to listen to you,” Orlando fixed a ring gag to his boy, thus ensuring he could fuck his boy’s throat if the need arose.
“Nnnnggh…” Sean hated watching football when he couldn’t provide a running commentary, on the other hand, his Master was looking very determined.
“Now,” fixing his boy to the bench so he was effectively immobilised, Orlando went to fetch his new toy. It was a simple enough device, it looked like an egg whisker, in fact when used on a boy’s unsuspecting arse, it became impossible to sink into headspace, it was perfect for keeping him amused whilst Sean “watched” the football.
It wasn’t exactly a thrilling match but Sean wasn’t really watching, he was drooling as his Master beat him, slowly and surely. The pain was pleasant, it was a sort of burn, it kind of grew but it wasn’t quite enough to let him reach that place that would stop him being aware that he was drooling or that his Master was fingering his hole.
“Nnnnnghhh…” it was the best he could do.
“You want the sound up? Or you want to point out that Poldoski was actually born in Poland? Ironic eh?” Orlando smirked and roughly pushed two fingers inside Sean’s arse, scissored them, he guessed he was hurting Sean.
Feeling the saliva dripping out of his mouth, Sean was desperate for something more, either for his Master to beat him properly or to get fucked, hard and fast. The foot ball was beginning to irritate him, it seemed to him that Master was stopping to watch then starting to beat him or touch him but stopping before it got really good; he whined again. He had lost track of the time, of the score and right now he couldn’t care less if Germany took to the pitch in panzers if only his Master would just do it.
There was a sheen of sweat over Sean’s back and even though Germany had just scored another goal, bringing them to 2-0, he still didn’t acknowledge the television, everything he had was focused on his Master.
Orlando could read Sean like a book, he knew he was reaching the end of his tether and were they playing hard he would have maybe tormented his boy a bit more but they weren’t so he reached for the remote and turned the sound down.
“Germany won, so you can’t come, if you do …” Sean shuddered, he wouldn’t not when he’d been expressly told he couldn’t.
“I thought you’d understand me,” Orlando grinned unzipped his jeans and let his hard cock spring free. There was a puddle of saliva underneath Sean, Orlando looked at it. “You made a mess, tsk tsk…” he fisted his cock a few times, watching the way his boy’s body jerked a little.
Please Master, please, please, please…
As if he heard the unspoken words Orlando stood, walked slowly behind and pushed Sean’s butt cheeks apart. He spat, a globule of spit landed splat on Sean’s hole, a moment later Orlando was pushing in, there was no finesse, no care, Orlando was using his boy, his slut, he pounded into him as fast as he could, picking up the beater and bringing it down on Sean’s plump cheeks a couple times more.
Thank you … yes … use me …
Orgasm was short and sharp, Orlando felt like the come was being sucked out of his cock by the strong muscles that gripped him so tightly, he groaned, pinching Sean’s hips and almost collapsing on top of him.
“Nnnngggh…”
Orlando hastily undid his boy and took the gag off him. “Beautiful boy,” he murmured reaching for his lover.
“Master…” Sean murmured in his turn, clinging to Orlando, trying to ignore his hard cock. Football was of course more important than life and death but there were times when this was more enjoyable…
Germany 2-0 Poland