Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings: BDSM, rimming, abuse, and drug use.
W/C: 3093
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I don't own the people or the characters. I make no claims about their sexuality or lifestyles. No profit made. Fake, false, a figment of my abused imagination.

Chapter 13
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Viggo turned off the light in the den, leaving the room bathed in candlelight.

Dom took one look around, walked straight to the bar and fixed himself a drink. He promptly turned this up and fixed another. He had his third drink in his hand by the time he joined Elijah on the floor, sitting in front of the fire. Gazing into the fire his mind drifted, thoughts turning to another time, another place.


~New Zealand 1999~

A part of him hated himself, loathed himself for this. He was so weak. He stared at his shoes as he raised his hand to knock on the door.

Dom knew he was home, and that he would answer the door and let him in without question. He would take him to his bedroom without bothering with small talk. He would know what he was there for and he would gladly give it to him. Yes, Viggo always knew what Dominic needed and he gave it without question.

When he opened the door a small smile crossed his face. "Hello Dommie, I was expecting you."

"Don't call me that, that's Orli's nick-name for me. It's far too sweet for you."

"What do you prefer? Dom? No I think not. Dominic? Perhaps love slave? No, love is far too strong a word for what you are here for. Cock slave? I could just call you my sub and never give you a proper name. That would fit well with the game, don't you think?"

"Just shut up."

He didn't even see Viggo move. One minute he was standing just inside the door, the next Viggo had wrenched him by the shirt and slung him to the floor. Okay, that remark may have been a mistake.

"Should I punish you for that, or would not punishing you be worse?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"Get up."

He picked himself up and stood there, looking at the floor. Another mistake, if you made Viggo angry, you really needed to keep an eye on him.

Again, he didn't see Viggo move, but he felt it when the man grabbed his face, fingers digging into his cheeks.

"Not my face." He managed to get out.

"Don't worry, I know the rules. I made the rules, Dommie." Shoving him back to the floor as he said it. "Stay there."

He watched Viggo walk down the hall to the back of the house. He wondered if he should at least sit up and finally decided to just stay as Viggo had left him, sprawled on his back. When his master returned he had the collar with him.

It was a leather thing with metal studs in it and it always felt too tight, like it was choking him. Dominic had no problem admitting he had a love/hate relationship with it.

"Sit up" Viggo ordered him and Dom quickly complied. Viggo snapped the collar in place and attached a leash. "Now take off your clothes." Dom didn't waste any time doing exactly what Viggo said.

Dom was not a slow learner by any shot. He had figured out after the first time not to wear anything he valued. Clothes that got in the way tended to get torn, or cut, or bloody.

Of course the bloody nose had been an accident. Dom had wanted Viggo to choke him when he came. He had heard it added to the experience. Oh, it added all right, added a bloody nose and bloodshot eyes.

Viggo had put cold compresses on his face and made him stay at his house until he looked better. They had the next day off, which had helped some. He had been tempted to call in sick the day after, but Viggo had reminded him that Pete would probably send a doctor to see him, so he went in anyway. The make up girl had fussed about his "hung-over" eyes and he had received more than one lecture about drinking too much. Peter had grumbled about fixing it in editing.

Viggo had said, "No more choking." Dom remembered the look on Viggo's face when he had come back to his senses.. Scared. He had held Dom and rocked him while gently pressing the compress to his face. It was enough to make Dom want to do it again, but Viggo flat refused. Viggo made the rules.

No choking was number one.

No visible bruises or marks was number two. That one came about after Orli had asked him about a rope burn on his wrist. He had just laughed and told him he had a wild sex life. Viggo had not been happy.

The third one was simple; To keep it safe, keep it secret. No one was to ever know. Not ever. Not even ten years from now, Viggo had said. "It makes you look like a pansy ass shit for doing it and it makes me look like a monster. Never. Speak. A. Word. About. This. Do you understand, Dominic? Do you have any idea what I will do to you if you ever breathe a word?" Dom wasn't stupid; he didn't need a diagram. He had a very good idea what Viggo would do. He could play it safe by keeping it a secret. He just never counted on how doing it would fuck with his mind.

Billy had laughed and called him bashful because Dom wouldn't change clothes in front of them. He had laughed right back and told Billy he didn't want to hurt his feelings, that it might make Billy feel inferior if he did. That worked for a while. Until they were wrestling and Billy had pulled his shirt up. Dom had yanked it back down and backed away from Billy and Elijah. But they had seen. They knew.

He had struggled, but they were strong, stronger than they looked, they had gotten his shirt and pants off. The bruises, some black, some greenish and fading, the bite marks, the cuts, the welts, the scratches, they had seen it all. They thought he was in an abusive relationship. They didn't understand.

He tried to explain, he really did. That's when he knew Viggo was right. Viggo was always right. They couldn't believe someone would want this. That pain and ecstasy were but a fine line apart. That sometimes the stinging, burning spikes of pain were just what he needed to push him over into the most mind blowing climax. Viggo understood. Viggo gave him what he needed. Until they saw, that is.

Viggo said they had to stop. If people knew, they would be watching. Viggo had his own agenda, his own goal; Orlando. Nothing was going to get in his way. He had told Dominic, during one of their few after-sex talks, that he would have Orlando. He would be his first, one way or another. Dom didn't ask what he meant; he didn't want to know. He liked Orli; he was a sweet person.

Billy and Elijah had made Dom their pet project. If he wouldn't tell them who did it, they would find out on their own, they said. Viggo was right, they were watching him. For two weeks they didn't give him five minutes alone. On set, he and Viggo played it casual, off set he would call Viggo and beg.

The Halloween party was what started it all. It had given him hope. He had gone along with everything that night; he had enjoyed it, relished it and savored every minute. Sure, Viggo had latched onto Orli then, but they didn't start sleeping together that night, it had been Christmas break when Viggo finally bagged the Elf. For three glorious weeks in November he had belonged to Viggo. Only him. Nobody else.

Dom had comforted Billy after Viggo had used him, each and every time. Viggo was an adiction, he understood. He had consoled Elijah when Viggo had made use of him, after the first time and Halloween. He never told them that he had been the one to hand them the drinks that Viggo had drugged at that party.

They also didn't know he had been up with Viggo and Orli after everyone else had crashed for the night. That when Viggo had carried his precious virgin home and tucked Orlando in bed he had brought Karl and David back with him. He didn't ask why they were still up at six in the morning, he pretended not to notice the white powder on the mirror when he came back in the room with their coffee. The coffee Viggo had asked him to get them with a small twitch of a smile and a nod. Viggo had instructed him earlier in dosage and cautioned him about over-dosing. He had watched them drink it while Viggo had taken care of that white powder and passed it around. After a few rounds he had stood beside Viggo as he had weighed, measured, and bagged up their purchases. He even fixed them another cup of coffee. When the drug in the coffee took effect he helped Viggo get them upstairs to bed.

When they had been too doped to follow Viggo's instructions he had helped them get into various positions. Ducking out of sight when Viggo snapped his pictures.

When the others got up no one questioned him and Viggo sleeping on the couch. They left before Karl and Dave got up and never even knew they were there.

Dom, by Viggo's side, had "partied" often with Karl, David and many others. Had Billy and Elijah ever made a connection or asked around, they might have figured out who Dom had been with. There were always people coming by, but they always called first. If they knew what was going on with him and Viggo, they never let on. They were there for the drugs, what they thought of him being there, he really didn't want to know.

Viggo's little sub. Even when he was no longer getting any benefits from it, he always did what Viggo told him. Pass out the drinks; move his leg over there; keep an eye on Orli. Whenever Viggo wasn't there he watched Orlando for him. If Orli was too drunk to drive, (which was usually any time they went out clubbing), Dom called Viggo. Noone else was allowed to take him home.

Dominic had gotten together with Viggo one last time right before Christmas break. Viggo didn't have to tell him things were close with Orlando. He didn't have to tell him this would be the last time. What he did tell him came as a shock.
He said Dom was a good person. That he deserved someone who would treat him with respect. He said that Dom should spend more time with Elijah, that they would be good for each other. That they had more in common than he knew. Viggo also said he was cutting him off, no more drugs. Dom had been developing a nasty little habit.

Then he had taken Dominic to bed. No collar, chains, or ropes. No handcuffs, whips, or toys of any kind. He had made love to Dom several times that night. Kissing him and touching him, so gentle, and so intense. Dom had laid there, snug inside Viggo's arms as the sun came up and he thought it would never be this good again.

The next day he had gotten on an airplane with Elijah to spend Christmas break with him and his family. Viggo had arranged it; Elijah had been grateful, afraid Dom might go back to whoever had abused him while they were gone. Over the holiday they had grown close. Back in New Zealand to bring in the new millenium , he and Elijah had kissed for the first time at midnight on New Years.

There had been changes in Orlando after Christmas, some subtle, some not. Dom could see it when he looked at him. Orli belonged to Viggo and he loved every minute of it. Dom knew that feeling. He missed it, but he had Elijah. Billy, Elijah, Sean, even Karl and David had never belonged to Viggo; he had just borrowed them for awhile. Dom had belonged to him and Viggo took care of his belongings. When he no longer needed him he had found him a good home with someone else who would take care of him.

That was then.

This was now.

Now, he was afraid. Sean had called Dave. Sean knew Viggo had pictures of David and Karl. He had no idea what David had told Sean about his involvement. There was a code of honor among users; you didn't talk about the people you partied with to others. It was entirely possible that David never mentioned Dom or the coke.

He wouldn't want Sean to know about it, Sean was so anti-drugs it was enough to make you paranoid just being around him and high. He had grabbed Dom by the head one day on set. One hand on each side, staring into his eyes he had growled at him. "That shit kills people, Dominic." He had said, "I have buried too many friends in my time, I catch you stoned on that shit again and I'll beat your ass." That was right before Viggo cut him off, maybe Sean thought he had scared Dom straight, well, drug straight anyway. Surely Dave hadn't told Sean what he had bought from Viggo or that Dom was almost always there in the beginning.

As Dom sat there beside Elijah, staring into the fire, he made a decision. Dominic got up, walked to the bar and sat his empty glass down and turned to Viggo. "Viggo, your tour didn't include the loo, man, lead the way."

Viggo started to point and Dom interrupted with "I don't want to get lost or have one of your ghosts get me."

Viggo smiled and said, "Follow me."

When they left the room he grabbed Viggo's arm. "We gotta talk."

He stopped, "What about?"

"Dude, I wasn't lying about needing the loo, let's walk and talk."

They headed into the main hall as Orli was coming down the stairs. "Here's the bathroom, Dom."

"Sean called David."

"I know."

"He and Karl are coming."

"Hmmm." Viggo nodded.

"They are bringing someone with them."

"Who?"

"I don't know, someone Sean and Orli know."

"Orli!"

The young man came bounding down the stairs and rounded the corner to where Dom and Viggo stood. "Yeah?"

"Dom says Sean called Karl and David, they are bringing someone you and Sean know. Any idea who."

Orli thought for a minute. "Eric? We hung out together during Troy."

"Maybe. Sean doesn't know Ass Hole, does he?"

"Ass.. Oh." He giggled. "No, Sean doesn't know Johnny, I don't think."

Then Viggo turned to Dom; "Can you make it back alright? Not afraid of the ghosts are you?"

"I'll be alright."

"If the lights go out while you are in there, just say in a loud voice turn them back on. It works every time." Viggo smiled.

"You are joking, right Vig?"

"No, Dom, I'm not joking. This house is haunted. Apparently a few of the ghosts are energy conscious because they are always turning off lights."

"Some are thieves too." Orli whispered.

"They pick up little things and move them." Viggo explained.

"My watch!"

"You got it back."

"It was slimy, Viggo!"

"And it washed right off, Orli."

Dom listened to this little exchange between them for a few minutes. "Why don't one of you wait right here for me?"

"Orli?"

"I think we already know what they think of me."

"What?" Dom was interested now.

"It only happened once." Viggo smiled at him.

"Once was enough!"

"He tried to take a shower and the hot water kept turning off."

"He talked to them. Right there, in the bathroom! I swear I felt one of them grope me!"

"You haven't had any more trouble with the water have you?"

"No, but the bloody things keep taking my stuff."

"Uh, I think we already figured out that they don't like you calling them names."

"Viggo!"

"Orlando!"

"I really gotta use the loo."

"Go on, Dom, we'll wait here."

Dom slipped into the bathroom and Orli turned to Viggo; "There's a car on the monitor. It's about a kilometer from the gate. Looks like one of the cameras isn't working, but I moved a couple of others to see it. I didn't see anyone around it."

"Fuck! They took out one of my cameras?"

"Looks like it."

A rustling noise at the foot of the stairs drew their attention.

When Dom came back out of the bathroom, they were standing there staring down the hall.

"Did I miss something?"

Viggo pointed at the foot of the stairs.

A small child wearing a faded blue dress was sitting on the floor drawing pictures in the dust. The main problem with this picture was that you could see through her.

Dom grabbed Viggo's arm and gasped. Viggo lifted a finger to his lips to indicate that they should be quiet.

The little girl looked over. She looked to be about nine or ten years old. She got up and walked toward them. Dom tightened his grip on Viggo's arm. Orli squeezed his hand. The little girl pointed at Orli. He quickly moved behind Viggo, still holding his hand. When she spoke her voice was very soft and sounded like an echo, "I do like you. I like playing with your stuff because I don't have any toys. I always give it back." Then she pointed at Dom. "Are you his friend too?"

"Yes he is." Viggo responded like he was used to this sort of thing. "This is Dominic."

She smiled, then jerked her head around to stare toward the dining room. "They are in the forest." She said to Viggo before taking two steps and disappearing.

They stood there for a few minutes with no one moving. "That was Victoria." Viggo said it like that just about explained everything.

"Oh," Dom mumbled, "That's nice."

"Viggo.." Orlando started.

"Orli, whatever you are going to say, don't insult them, Babe."

"Hmmmm...."

"What?"

"Nothing..."

"Come on, let's get you a drink."

"Viggo?" Orlando gestured to Dom, who still hadn't moved.

"Oh," Dom said again, "That's nice."

"Let's get both of you a drink. Victoria will keep an eye on our other guests for me." With one arm around each of them Viggo led them back to the den.

~Continued~