Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warning: Rimming and drug use.
Word Count: 3353
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 16
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Viggo was sitting at the computer with Orlando standing right beside him. He keyed in the codes and the cameras replayed their sweeps. With the motion detectors running anything larger than a rabbit would be targeted and tracked. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't like it. Something is not right."

"If there were anyone out there, Vig, the cameras would pick them up."

He replayed the scans of them cutting through the woods. "Watch, see how they all spread out. They are all dressed alike; the same hooded jackets and the same color pants. And they took out the one camera that would have shown them getting out of the car. The last scans from it show.."

"Nothing, Viggo. I know. They took it out before it caught a glimpse of them. There is no one out there, Babe. Victoria probably got side-tracked, she is off playing somewhere."

"Victoria does not get side tracked."

Viggo typed in some more words. "We should probably check on our guests." The scene changed to the den down stairs.
Karl and David had taken up permanent residence at the bar.

Elijah and Dom were sitting on the floor in front of the sofa with Elijah stroking Dom's chest. Dom looked like he might possibly be in pain, judging by the look on his face.

Billy was sitting in a chair near the couch. Mouth hanging open, starring at the TV.

The real surprise was Sean and Eric on the couch. Sean had his hand down Eric's pants and Eric didn't seem to notice.

"What the hell is going on down there? Let's see what they are watching on television." He keyed a few more words in and a square in the corner of the screen opened. "Oh."

"Viggo! How did they get that film!?"

"Uh.. It might have been on the tape rack."

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On the screen Viggo was attaching a chain to the side of the bed. When he finished he walked around the bed and out of camera range. A few minutes later the camera zoomed in on Orli's face. Slowly, it swept up his arms stretched over his head to show off the restraints and then on up to where they fastened to the head of the bed. It began a slow decent down his arms, pausing to focus on his face. His eyes were closed, long dark lashes resting against lightly tanned skin. Sucking and biting on his bottom lip in frustration.

The camera moved down his neck and shoulders where very obvious love bites and bite marks were decorating both sides. As it moved down, firmly attached nipple clamps came into view. Orli's chest was rising and falling rapidly.

It moved down his chest across his stomach to his hips. Dark finger shaped bruises stood out on his lighter colored hips. His navel wasn't visible due to a leather harness that was fastened around his waist.

Viggo came back into view then and began to adjust the harness straps. He worked on it until it was below his navel, but not blocking his sun tattoo. When Viggo was satisfied with the belt he returned to the camera.

The scene descended more taking in the sight of his proud erection standing tall, the silky smooth skin stretched tight. There was a startling lack of pubic hair, as if he had been shaved clean. A metal teardrop cock ring fit snuggly around his cock and balls. The tip of the tear shape pressed gently down massaging his perineum.

On the inside of his thighs were more bruises and bites. None of the bite marks broke the skin and they all looked recent. The camera kept moving, not lingering on the bruises. Again, his legs were hairless and spread decadently. There were padded leather restraints around his ankles that were not yet fastened to the bed.
The camera began to zoom in.

"My toenails, Vig?" As if Orli could sense the camera's focus on his body.

"That red nail polish is so sexy."

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"Oh shit, Viggo, that's the one where you rim me isn't it?" Orli sounded slightly concerned at this revelation.

"You looked ethereal." Viggo reached over to mute the volume.

"Really? Cause that isn't a term that usually comes to mind with someone's tongue up your ass!!"

Viggo nodded toward the monitor. "There, that exquisite bronze body laid out on those deep forest green sheets with that curly brown hair; those colors were perfect. But you always look perfect."

"No, I don't."

"I think you do."

Orli thought for a minute, "Even when I'm puking?"

"Weeeeell," Viggo was grasping for a response, "You do it gracefully."

"I puke gracefully?"

"Yeah."

Viggo, nobody looks graceful when they are throwing up."

"Um.. Legolas did."

"Yeah, well, everything he did was suppose to be graceful, he was an elf. That doesn't count."

"Hah! The number of times I held your hair back while Legolas puked makes it count."

Orli considered it. He had started drinking too much at one point in New Zealand. It was about two months after he and Viggo had started sleeping together. He started going into work every day horribly hung over. More than once he was even still drunk. Sean had pulled Viggo aside one day and they had argued about it.

Viggo wouldn't tell him what Sean said, he only said, "It was bullshit". Elijah, however, told him he had heard Sean accuse Viggo of getting him drunk every night to play kinky games with him. That if Orlando wouldn't otherwise agreed to it then maybe Viggo should lighten up. He had accused Viggo of taking advantage of him.

Viggo had gone home and poured out all the alcohol, despite Orli's pleading, and it taken almost three days of him sulking before Viggo would even allow him to have a beer. After that Vig had kept a close eye on how much he drank on a work night.

"Well, the elf certainly didn't feel very graceful when he was puking." He finally replied.

Viggo reached into a drawer and picked up a cigarette pack. He pulled a joint out and handed it to Orlando. Orli lit it and inhaled deeply while Viggo scanned the grounds surrounding the house again. He handed it to Viggo, who took a deep hit before passing it back. Viggo adjusted the cameras to scan the area closest to the house.

"Vig, there is no one out there. Who else could be out there?"

"I don't know, Orli. I just wish I knew for sure."

"You are basing your suspicions on what, Viggo? You have all this state of the art electronic surveillance equipment and you are going on the fact that a ghost didn't come back. Maybe she passed over." He paused to take a hit. "Hallelujah?"

Viggo took the joint from him, "And you have the nerve to wonder why it is only your stuff that disappears." He shook his head.

"What did I say?"

"Orli," he handed the joint back, "Maybe we should go downstairs and check on our guests."

"Yeah, I don't really like the idea of them watching you stick your tongue up my ass."

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No one noticed when they returned to the den. The first thing Viggo did was remove the tape and turn off the VCR. There were groans of protest around the room. "Oh, you liked that?" Viggo looked around. "Well, if Orlando is willing, maybe you can see the rest of it later."

Orli wrapped his arms around Viggo's waist and leaned in near his ear. Loud enough for everyone to hear in the otherwise quiet room he said, "We could give them a live show."

He sucked Viggo's earlobe into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Then he pulled back flashing that sweet innocent smile he was so famous for. Viggo turned to look at him. 'Yeah,' he thought, 'That joint is starting to kick in.' Orli was bouncing up and down rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet. Excitement was coursing through his body and he had dark lust driven eyes.

Something had definitely flipped Orli's switch into the on position and it couldn't be just pot and beer. Maybe it was knowing that a room full of men were getting hot and horny watching him get fucked. Whatever it was, Orlando was humming with energy.

Viggo cupped the back of his head and brought him close, pressing his lips against Orli's gently. The younger man responded by pressing his entire body against him. Viggo could feel him vibrating with energy. He had told Orli to be affectionate, to plant the idea in their heads, he hadn't expected this. "No live sex shows, Baby." He said softly. Orli responded by moaning and pressing his lips against his lover's neck and sucking hard.

As Orlando had watched them sitting in front of the TV while Viggo fucked him, a thought had occurred to him. Viggo. They had been with him. It wasn't himself that Orli felt they were watching; it was what Viggo was doing to him. They were remembering Viggo doing that stuff to them, that's why they were so horny. They wanted Viggo.

Well, he would just have to let them know exactly whom Viggo was fucking now; and that he was more than enough for the man.

He nuzzled Viggo's ear and breathed "Want you.." into his ear, followed by "Neeed you.." Orli pulled back, taking Viggo by the hand and tugging him toward the door. "Help me in the kitchen, Vig?" He smiled at his lover and Viggo followed him without a word.

Eric groaned, "Not the damn kitchen, again. What the hell are you doing in there?" He shouted at them as they left the room. "Aw, fuck. Nevermind, I don't want to know."

Billy waited just until they were gone before grabbing the tape, sticking it back in the VCR and hitting play.

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On the screen a sweat slick Orlando came back into view totally immobilized on the bed. His hips were raised on pillows that supported his back and gave Viggo better access; yet he didn't have room to thrust his hips at all.

Viggo was between his legs, sucking and licking his balls while running one finger up and down his cock.
He lifted his sack out of the way and went lower. His tongue tracing a trail and then swirling around his puckered entrance. Orlando's breath caught when Viggo began to alternate between licking and blowing warm air gently in this most sensitive area. He suddenly jabbed his tongue in causing Orli to scream and arch against his restraints. Viggo slowly continued lapping, kissing, and jabbing with his tongue as Orlando slowly fell apart. One minute moaning and gasping, the next struggling and cursing.

"Take that..that thing off.. Vig.. pleease.. "

Viggo added a finger to the tongue torture.

"Oh God.. Fuck.. Vig.. Take it off.." He gasped and tried to thrust his hips. He was firmly secured to the bed and could barely move at all.

Viggo added a second finger and curved them to search for that special spot. "You can't be too close, you can still make complete sentences." He calmly informed the now whimpering man. Then he found what he was looking for.

"Fuck!" Orli screamed and his whole body jerked as Viggo began to ruthlessly stroke the area. He pulled hard against his restraints, rocking his body slightly. A third finger slipped in and he didn't even notice it. His whimpers turning to moans as his body screamed for a release that wasn't coming.

A jagged breath ripped from his throat as his lover removed his fingers and without pausing, quickly thrust his hard cock all the way in. Then, Viggo paused and brushed the hair back from Orli's face. He swept his lips across his shoulder and up the younger man's neck. Viggo ran his tongue along his lover's jaw then raised up to look him in the face.

"Look at me, Babe. I want to see your eyes."

Orlando was gasping for breath; he slowly opened his eyes and nodded.

"Are you ok?"

Another small nod.

Viggo kissed him, lightly running his tongue over Orli's lips before pushing it inside. Tongues tangled and twirled in practiced moves that both lovers knew well. They both knew the other's mouth as well as they knew each other's cocks. They knew exactly what the other wanted and needed, where to touch and how much the other could take. Viggo raised up, breaking the kiss, to gaze at Orlando.

"Are you ready?"

Another nod followed by a shy smile.

"You need to tell me, Angel. Tell me what you need, what you want." Viggo's voice was deep and raspy.

Orli took a deep breath, he opened his mouth and tried to speak, but nothing came out. He smiled, took another deep breath, shook his head and tried again. Pulling against his restraints he cried out, "Oh, fuck! Vi... I.. Pleeeese!"

"Tell me what you need." Viggo calmly replied.

"Just.. Now. Fuck me, move, touch me, pleeese, Vig, God, pleeeese!"

"Your wish is my command my love." Viggo began to move very slowly pulling completely out before pushing his way slowly back in. It took all the restraint he had to maintain this slow pace. He wanted to pound the man senseless, but he was waiting.

"Harderfastertouchme.. Viggo pleeese!" Orli was fighting his restraints and thrashing his head, his need was driving him. If he could have gotten loose he would have thrown Viggo back on the bed and rode him like his life depended on it.

The man on top had reached the end of his restraint and began to pound into the submissive form beneath him. He ran his hand over the top of Orli's long neglected cock wetting it with the pre-cum that had managed to seep out. Then he wrapped his hand around it and began to pump in time to the rapid thrusts into his body.

Orlando threw his head back and howled.

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Eric was fascinated. He never thought it was like that. He couldn't pull his eyes away.
Eric was also straight. Straight as an arrow, not an Elf arrow either, nothing to do with, or doing nothing with, Elves. Just straight, very straight, he kept reminding himself. Two wives and a kid, er, two kids and a wife, something like that.
Straight.
Absolutely.
It's just that Orlando looked.. totally.. luscious.
He couldn't think of a better word.
He cared about Orlando; he was like a brother to him. But.. they weren't really brothers.
Delicious. Edible. Why was he thinking in terms of food?
Orlando was sex embodied. Ok? Face it. He was beautiful and erotic and Eric really wanted to see him come. His only fear was that he would cum at the same time. That didn't make him gay. Still straight. He just, uh, appreciated beauty, yeah. Erotic beauty, porn, nothing gay there.. Except maybe the gay porn. No. Just watching porn. It is just something men do. Watching porn doesn't make you one way or the other. Unless you were getting off to the porn.. No, watching football does not make you a football player, no matter how much you do or don't enjoy the game. Even playing football won't make you a football player. No, that is something you have to practice and get good at and really enjoy, yeah, before you are really a football player. So, it is ok to watch gay porn because he didn't even play football.. Huh? This was too much, he couldn't think.

He only knew that he was hard just from watching this. Why were they even watching this? And what the fuck? Sean. Sean Bean. Sean Bean was stroking his cock. How did that happen? When did that start? Oh my God, how long has this been going on?

Eric realized he was breathing way too fast and tried to calm down. And what was going on with Sean? He should probably stop that. Would that offend Sean? It had obviously been going on for awhile, judging by Sean's grip on the situation, and he hadn't even noticed. How did he not notice that? This was getting really confusing and being the only straight guy here didn't help. Wait a minute, Sean had started that when he first sat down. Fuck. Were there rules of etiquette for this sort of situation so that he didn't come across as an ass and Oh. My. God. Viggo was taking the cock ring off!

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On the TV, Viggo had moaned Orlando's name when he came. He stopped stroking Orli's painfully swollen, rock-hard, cock. He worked the cock ring off and swallowed him all the way. It didn't take much before Orli came screaming Viggo's name along with a mouth full of "Oh Gods", and a few "fucks" too. His body arched off the bed straining against the chains holding him in place. When he dropped back onto the bed he was still coming and rocking his body.

Viggo swallowed all of it and even licked him clean. Then he raised up and gazed at Orli with pure raw desire. Almost everyone in the room caught their breath when they saw the way he looked at his lover. It was a look that only Dom had seen before and seeing it again caused him to bite his lip so hard he tasted blood.

Orlando had passed right out. Viggo immediately reached up, freed him, and brought his arms gently down to his sides. Quickly, and with obvious practice, he released Orli from the leather and chains and cleaned him up.

As soon as he had Orli untied and laid out on the bed he stretched out beside him, stroking his face and murmuring to him. Orlando began to mumble and shook his head several times. Viggo cradled Orli's face in his hands and leaned closer. "Are you all right, Luv?" He spoke just barely loud enough for the recording to pick it up.

Orli smiled up at him and replied, "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm good. I'm so good. So verrrry good."

At that point Viggo got up and walked toward the camera, turning it off.

No one really had much time to recover when another movie started. Orli was stretched out in a jacuzzi. Naked, wet, Orlando, and he looked so damn fuckable it should be illegal.

"Oh fuck me!" Eric groaned when the jacuzzi with Viggo's living sex toy came into focus. The room was quiet and Eric's voice carried loudly. If the sound of his voice in the otherwise silent room startled him, then Sean's gravely response scared the pure hell out of him.
"It would be my pleasure."

His cock twitched in response and Sean squeezed in acknowledgment. When had his cock started making all his decisions? More importantly, what in the hell had he gotten himself into?

Movement caught Eric's eye as Dom struggled to his feet untangling himself from Elijah. "I'll be right back," he whispered, "Just going to the loo."

"That's.. that's a good idea." Eric stammered. "I.. I'll be right back." He looked at Sean and smiled.

Sean slipped his hand out of Eric's pants. Raising his eyebrows Sean purred "Need any help?"

"Oh. Uh.. I think I can handle it. Yeah.. I mean NO. No, I'll um, be back. Right." He then looked at Dom; "It's Dom, right?"

"Yeah, Dom." He replied as he watched Eric pull himself away from Sean.

"You know where a bathroom is I presume. Lead on my man." Eric was feeling a little more sure of himself once he had reclaimed his cock, and he followed Dom out of the room. Although the bathroom was not his intended destination.

Talking to Sean was obviously out of the question. Maybe Dom could give him some answers. Then he was going to find Orlando. This whole situation was just plain weird.

~Continued~