Photograghic Memory

Photographic Memory
Warnings: Bondage, animals, rimming... -just looking at Elijah's pics-
Word Count: 3337
Disclaimer: Still just fiction. I don't own the people or the characters. I make no claims about their sexuality or lifestyles. Still no profit being made.

Chapter 19
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Orlando refilled Eric's glass again and poured himself a drink. Pulling a chair up beside Eric he took a seat. Leaning close, he placed one hand on the other man's thigh, "Eric, can we talk?"

"Yeah, sure Orli. We can talk about anything." He held his drink and studied it for several minutes.

"Are you ok, mate?"

"Is this..." He looked around and waved his hand, "That, that, in the hall, and.. yeah, that, was it for real or something Viggo rigged up?"

"It's for real, Eric." Orli was keeping his voice calm and even, just like Viggo had told him to. 'Keep it soothing, relaxed, almost monotone.'

"There's no such thing as ghosts." Eric could remember his mom saying that when he was little. It didn't help then, either.

"Ghost is such a concrete word. They aren't really like that. It's not black or white, Eric. There is a lot of room for gray. There are so many different kinds of spirits that it really isn't right to lump them under one word like that."

"Different kinds?"

"Yeah, different kinds; different reasons for being here, different levels of consciousness, they are all different."

"So, in the hall and in the living room; those were ghosts, spirits, what-ever?"

"Yes, in the hall that was Victoria. In the living room were Jonathan and Peter." Orli took a sip of his drink, watching Eric closely.

"I felt someone grab me when I started to fall."

"I didn't see anyone, but sometimes you don't."

Eric nodded, "Invisible ghosts.." he mumbled before picking up his drink and swallowing half of it.

Orlando took another sip of his, waiting for Eric. The man looked deep in thought. The conflicting emotions passing his face made it difficult to determine his state of mind.

Eric was having a hard time sorting through all of this. It just wouldn't sink in. Then he looked up at Orlando chewing his bottom lip and all thoughts of ghosts were banished. The image of Orli laid out on that bed.. hands tied.. chewing that lip. He had been trembling as he waited for Viggo's touch..

He shook his head to try and rid himself of it.

He swallowed the rest of his drink and handed the empty glass back to Orli. He watched Orlando go to the mini bar to refill it and realized he couldn't stop thinking about Viggo's tongue licking and probing the young man.

When Orli brought him another drink and sat back down Eric grabbed his hand. Searching his face before he spoke. "Does he treat you right, Little Brother, is he good to you?" Choosing this particular term of endearment in an attempt to stop the 'not so brotherly' thoughts he was having.

It took Orli a few minutes to realize they were no longer discussing ghosts. "He's fantastic, Eric."

"I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about the rest of the time. Does he treat you right?"

"What makes you think I'm talking about shagging?" Orli paused and grinned. When he got no response from Eric he continued, "He cherishes me, he treasures me, he loves me, he is wonderful to me." Orli was smiling softly at him.

"Look, I know you love him. Sometimes love can cloud a person's judgement,"

"He loves me, Eric." He took a deep breath, 'stay calm', he reminded himself. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"I saw that tape, Orli."

"Don't you have nude photos of your wife, it's about the same thing."

"It's not the same thing and we are married."

"A marriage certificate means nothing. Sean has three of them, ask him. It's the commitment that makes a relationship. Which is beside the point, naked is naked, whether it is a photo or a tape"

"I wasn't really talking about having the tapes, I was talking about what was on them. Orlando, the things I have heard about those photos he took and now, seeing the tapes.." He trailed off, not sure how to say it. Not at all sure he really wanted to know. "I have to wonder how he treats you."

"Viggo has never forced me to do anything I wasn't willing to do." It was very important that Eric believe this even if it wasn't totally true.

"Well, that's part of the concern. You really haven't had a whole lot of experience with relationships. Like, maybe you would accept what ever he told you and think it was normal. Are you more to him than just a kinky sex toy?"

"Concern? Kinky sex toy? What exactly have you been told? And if I didn't know better I would think you were trying to tell me I am an inexperienced little kid who didn't know what he wants. I'm a big boy Eric. I know what I like."

"Orli, no, that's not what I'm saying. What I'm trying to say is," He took a deep breath, "You may have the wrong idea about.."

"About what I like, what I think feels good?" Orlando finished the sentence for him.

Then the brown-eyed Brit leaned closer, lowering his voice and playing the *innocent look* card, he asked, "Have you ever tried it, Eric? Have you ever let someone tie you up and ravish you? Make you feel pleasure like you never imagined?"

Orli gazed into his eyes. He slowly reached out to touch Eric's face, lightly brushing along his cheek with just his fingertips.

Eric once again felt confusion wash over him. Never, before coming here, had he questioned his sexuality. Now, all his mind wanted to think about was what it would be like. A nagging thought kept rearing its head, 'Would I ever be able to look at Orli the same?'

Orlando moved even closer. Taking Eric's face in his hands, he whispered, "You have no idea what it is like. Lying there, unable to move, spread out on the bed without a stitch of clothes on, waiting, anticipating. Knowing that whatever he does, you are going to totally love the way it makes you feel. So open, so free, totally out of your control. Just lying there, waiting for someone else to pleasure you."

Orli's thumbs were stroking the sides of Eric's face. He was hanging on every word.

"Someone else in charge," he continued, "and you trust him completely. Eric, mate, it is fantastic! His touches are so sensual, so intense. To have someone else kissing you and licking you while his hands search out every erogenous zone on your body."

Orli laid his head back and closed his eyes, "I swear he can do things, take you places you never imagined." He sighed deeply before opening his eyes to look at Eric, looking for a sign.

He was doing it exactly as Viggo had told him to. Tactile communication as well as using 'you' instead of 'me'. Make him see what he is missing, his lover had said.

"Eric, do you trust me?"

"What? Orli, of course." Finally a question Eric could safely answer.

"A one night fantasy."

"Little brother, I'm straight." It came out sounding like a plea. "And married," he blurted out as he suddenly remembered it. "Yeah, a married heterosexual." His words were tinged with disappointment and he looked to Orlando to offer a valid argument.

"See, it's all about labels." Orlando said earnestly, "You start calling yourself something.. like, say, heterosexual, and all of a sudden there is a whole list of things you aren't supposed to do. Even if you wanted to. Labels are restricting. You need to think outside the box, Eric. No restricting labels." Without even a pause Orlando jumped right in on the other issue. "As for being married, well, you aren't exactly with another woman. There is nothing for her to be jealous of or feel threatened by. Would you have a problem with her being with another woman? Of course not." Orli waited, if he pushed too hard, too soon, he might put him on the defensive.

Eric finished his drink and set the glass down with a thud. Now that the alcohol was kicking in he was feeling a bit more relaxed.

Seeing the content look on Eric's face, Orli continued. "I'll even blindfold you. Aww, man, sensory deprivation, all you know is the exotic sensations of being touched. You won't have to think about gender, or any of the other reasons you might have for not enjoying it. Just experiencing everything to the max." Orlando paused for a minute. Eric wasn't protesting, definitely a good sign. "You will love it, I promise you."

As he sat there, staring at Orlando, swaying slightly. A small part of his mind kept telling him to leave, just get the hell out. Another part was reminding him that he had never had sex like that. The sounds Orli had made on that tape, the way he responded, the way he looked. Curiosity can be evil.

"A one night fantasy." Orlando whispered in his ear, "Nothing you don't like or are uncomfortable with."

'Fuck, How do you say no to this man?' He thought briefly as he reached one fumbling hand out to wrap around the back of Orli's neck. Looking his young friend in the face, Eric nodded his head slowly.

"I know just the person to do it. He will be so gentle, giving, it will be perfect."

"Not you?" It came out sounding more relived than worried.

"Viggo and I don't pair up with others. Don't worry, trust me. I'll make sure you are taken care of." He smiled demurely and licked his lips. "This is going to be great! You are going to love it!"

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Viggo had started down the stairs before he remembered that he needed to check the security cameras and get the pictures. Dom followed him back to the office and waited while Viggo unlocked the door.

Viggo went right in and sat down at the computer. "This won't take but a minute." He said as he typed.

Dom looked around, taking it all in. It was very high tech and far too neat to be a room Viggo spent much time in. There were no photos on the walls, no personal touches at all. It was also free of the normal paint smells that seemed to permeate any place where the man usually lived. There was only one smell that really stood out.

"Viggo, you been smoking dope up here?"

Viggo studied the monitor, typed some more, then rummaged in a drawer pulling out a cigarette pack. He held the joint out to Dom without even turning around.

He took it and began searching his pockets for a light. He glanced up and Viggo was holding a lighter out to him.

"Always prepared for anything, aren't you? I'll bet you even have lube in here."

"You know me, Dom." After feeling around in the same drawer for a second he held up a near empty tube of lube and laughed. "Anytime I sit down here it seems to make Orli randy."

"Viggo, watching you breath makes him horny." Viggo distractedly nodded his head.

He stood there, passing the joint, and watching Viggo. There was a time when the man hadn't even known how to turn on a computer. Dom was impressed. He watched as the scenes changed and Viggo studied it. Then the screen went black.

"What's that?" He asked as he passed the pot back to Viggo.

"That," Viggo pointed at the screen and coughed, "That is another one of my fucking cameras that's been disabled." He handed the joint back to Dom and began bringing up other cameras and changing their direction. He brought up a report of some kind, looked at it briefly then went back to the cameras. "Fuck," He muttered.

When Dom tried to hand him the half smoked joint he waved him off. "Knock yourself out." He mumbled as he kept typing.

Dom began to wander around the room. He noticed some stacks with orange ribbons on a table against the wall. When he picked one up he realized what they were. The pictures. The infamous pictures that had driven nearly everyone insane for five years.

He looked over at Viggo. He was totally engrossed in the monitor, not paying any attention to Dom.

There were two stacks off to the side. He picked those up and recognized them immediately. These were Karl's and David's; he had helped Viggo get those shots. He set them back and reached for the others.

"You can look at them if you want."

Dom nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Viggo's voice. He jerked his head in the other man's direction. Viggo was sitting there smiling at him.

"Go ahead. Just don't mix them up." He turned back to his computer, laughing quietly.

He put the joint out in the ashtray and reached one trembling hand toward the pictures. There were four little packs each tied neatly with a ribbon. He picked up the first one.

The photo on top was a shot of Sean. It was a close up of his face and judging by the look; he must have been coming. He sat that stack down and picked up the next.

This set had captured Billy with his face right next to a horse's shlong. Billy and beastiality, not quite Dom's cup of tea. He put those back and picked up the next ones.

Elijah. These were the ones he was dying to see. Slowly he untied the ribbon and picked up the first picture.

It wasn't too hard core. A slightly younger looking Elijah stared at the camera with a tight-lipped smile. His hands were bound behind his back and he was kneeling on the floor. The only thing he had on was a red scarf draped over one shoulder.

The next two were very similar. Elijah tied to a bed, arms and legs spread wide. The red scarf was now being used as a gag. A cock ring wrapped tightly around his swollen shaft. Then, the same shot except he was arching his entire back off the bed. A note on the back said simply "vibrating anal-beads".

In the next one he was on the bed, face down. His hands cuffed behind his back, and his knees were under him, opening him up. Someone's hand could be seen pushing a dildo into him.

Another picture showed him sitting against the head of the bed, propped on pillows. The dildo was buried deep within the cheeks of his ass with only the end showing. His swollen cock had taken on a purple tint, the cock ring still in place. There was a dazed expression on his flushed face.

Then there was Sean straddling his face, fucking his mouth. The red scarf was now being used as a blind fold. A surge of jealousy and anger washed through Dom as he flipped through the ones of Sean using Elijah.

Next was one of Elijah rimming Sean as a dog humped the younger man with all it had. There was a small pool of saliva on his back from the dog panting so hard.

Of course, the photos with Billy and the horse where there as well. Billy was wanking it while, Elijah on his knees, sucked Billy's cock. Then one of Billy's head thrown back as he came down Elijah's throat. There was no mistaking the look of ecstasy on his face.

When the horse came Billy aimed its cock at Elijah. The photo showed it coming and streams of semen running in trails down Lija's face.

Dom flipped through the photos stopping on the last three. In one, Elijah was laying across a table. Dark red handprints stood out on his bottom. The delicate opening to his body was red and tender looking. He had obviously just been fucked, there was cum and lube around the entrance tinged with blood.

Then, Elijah restrained in a standing position, a spacer between his legs and his arms reaching out of sight. His eyes were closed tight and his face wet with tears. His cock and balls were wrapped so securely it hurt to look at it.

The last one showed him curled up in a ball on the floor. His hands were hiding his face. He was lying in what appeared to be a puddle of water, but Dom suspected it was piss. He had deep dark bruises on his wrists and scattered over his body.

Dom put the pictures back and with shaking hands he retied the ribbon.

"Well?" Viggo was watching him.

"Interesting." His voice was as shaky as his hands.

"Elijah does have a wild side to him, Dom. You should have heard him screaming and moaning."

"Begging too, huh, Vig?"

"He enjoyed it." He calmly said as he picked up the photos and put then in his lock box. Carrying it with him he headed for the door.

"He didn't look like he was enjoying it." Dominic said softly.

"Then why did he come back asking for more?" Viggo replied from the doorway without even turning around.

"What? I thought you were only with him a couple of times."

"Yeah, but he wanted more. Much more than I could give him. He needed.." His voice trailed off as he turned to look at Dom. "He needed you, Dom, someone who would care about him for more than just fucking. Now come on, we have a party to attend to." Viggo abruptly turned and walked out the door.

This conversation was over. He had no intention of telling Dominic that the simple truth was, he wanted Orlando, not Elijah. Elijah hadn't been worth the effort, he wasn't pure. Not to mention, all that crying was really irritating after a while and he did have Dom to fill his time until he got what he truly wanted.

Viggo stepped into the hall and waited. Then he locked the door behind them and headed for the stairs.

As he followed Viggo down the hall, Dominic wasn't sure if he should be royally pissed at this man or eternally grateful. He knew Viggo was no saint and there was more to this than he was saying. Viggo could be a sadistic bastard when he wanted to and Dom bloody well had the scars to prove it.


~Continued~