Photograghic Memory

Title: Photographic Memory
Word Count:1641
Warning: They are talking about some pictures. The pictures contain: Non-con, bestiality, bondage, maybe toys and rimming?
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I don't own these people; I have never even met them. This is not real. There is no profit being gained from this. Full disclaimer on first chapter.

Chapter 2
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Viggo furnished the house slowly, carefully choosing each piece. This house certainly had a character all it's own and everything had to fit perfectly.
Each room was important. Each room had its own personality.
First, the ones he needed for living there, then the guestrooms. He had to make it presentable, and perfect for the party, or rather, 'the gathering'. It took months before he felt it was ready. Until then, he wouldn't even let Orlando see it.

Once it was ready, he called Sean and told him that he was moving.

“Need any help?” Funny how Sean was always willing to do anything for him.

“No, I hired movers for the stuff that I am keeping.”

“Movers? Keeping? You hired movers and you aren't keeping everything?”

“My private collection, I moved myself, Sean, don't worry.”

“Instead of a house warming party, we could have a picture burning party!” Sean actually sounded hopeful.

“Actually I've been thinking about framing some, that one with the thong is right cute.”

“You can't paint with broken hands, Vig.”

“The one with Elijah, you have such a serene look one your face.”

“Where exactly are those pictures right now?"

“I'm looking at them.”

“I thought so.” Sean looked across the room, at the pictures of his daughters hanging on the wall. “I swear, Viggo..”

“Trust me, Sean. The photos of you are nothing compared to some I have of Orlando.”

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“Or Elijah."

“Elijah doesn't have the sense enough to know how damaging they could be.”

“Or Billy.”

“Same thing as Elijah, plus Billy drank too damn much. He probably doesn't know they exist.”

“Oh, he knows." Viggo chuckled, "Dom too.”

“Dom? What, no Karl?”

“Oh, I wish. He is very photogenic, you know. No, it's all about you, the elf, and three of the hobbits.”

“Your best friends?”

“My, uh, closest friends, yeah.”

“Viggo, is that closest or closet, because none of us want those pictures to come out.”

Viggo laughed. Yes, his camera gave him power, and he kind of enjoyed it.

“So, when are you coming out?” Viggo said it so innocently.

“Huh?”

“To. The. House.” Very slowly...

“Oh, yeah. Give me the directions.”

After he got off the phone to Sean, Orlando called. He was calling to let Viggo know they were wrapping everything up and he would be home in three days. He hadn't seen the house yet, not even a picture. He knew Viggo had bought it, but the rest was going to be a surprise.

Viggo told him of his plans for the "gathering" and Orli was thrilled. Of course, he wanted to know who would be there. Viggo told him it would be a small party and gave him the names.

“Are you going to be taking more pictures?” Orlando laughed.

“I'm always taking pictures.” He replied.

“You know what I mean.”

“You mean for my private collection? I have enough of them. Although, I can always add more of you.”

“No thank you.”

“Some of these are so pure, they are too beautiful for words.”

“Viggo, I don't think "pure" is the word for those pictures.”

“Erotic.”

Silence.

“Sexy.”

Nothing

“Wanton.”

“Wanton? I don't think so.”

“Lustingful.”

“Lustingful, now you are just making up words.” Orli retorted.

“Lust, lusting, full of lusting.” He could hear the smile in Viggo's voice.

“Uh-huh, you're talking about the ones with the um, uh, red sheets, aren't you?”

“They are my absolute favorites, Orlando.”

“You know, I um... wasn't really at my best.”

“Actually, I think you look quite appealing.”

“Viggo, they were horrible. You had me tied to the bed. Toward the end I was.... crying.” He whispered the last word.

“Orlando, it was beautiful, the real you, it showed your soul.”

“I was raped.”

“You weren't raped, you enjoyed it, I recall.”

Orlando sighed; this conversation was going no where.

“The one I took as you were coming.. It’s perfect.”

“Please, don't remind me.”

“You brought it up.” He was using his deep, sexy, bedroom voice and Orli just shut his eyes and shook his head when he heard him.
"You know I love you, Orlando." Viggo purred.

“That's good, because if those ever get stolen, or in any way go public, then you better be willing to keep me in the style to which I have become accustomed because my career would be shot.”

“You could be a porn star.”

“Bite me, Viggo.”

“I have, Orlando.”

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The next on his list was Billy Boyd. He was harder to track down, between movies AND across an ocean.

Billy sounded tired until he realized it was Viggo, then he perked right up. Viggo had that affect on people. When Vig told him about the house, he didn't mention the history or the cemetery. Billy was easily spooked, very superstitious. He gave him directions and the date for the “gathering,” as Viggo had come to think of it. There would be a party later with everyone, but the “gathering” had to come first.

Conversation, as always, worked around to what Viggo was up to. Painting, book signings, movies, photography, and gallery exhibits.

“Ya' took a lot of pictures in New Zealand, showing any more of those?”

“I've shown all of those I'm going to. Some were never meant for public eyes, Billy."

“No kidding Vig.”

“You aren't referring to those rather clandestine photographs I took of you, are you?”

“Viggo, I was drunk as hell. I don't even remember you taking them.”

“Then what are you worried about?”

“You. Showed. Them. To. Me.” He spoke as if he were talking to a child.

“They were good, and I wouldn't dare show them to anyone else.”

“Viggo, that does not make me feel better.”

“My favorite is the one with you and the horse.”

“Oh God!”

“I think the horse enjoyed it too.”

“No! Viggo! Not even on the phone!”

“Then again, I think you passed out before he got to really enjoy it.”

“Are you looking at them now?”

“Of course, they are among my favorite pictures.”

“You are one sick, twisted, bastard.”

“Yes, I know. So are you coming?”

“WHAT?!?!”

“To. The. Party?”

“I think you 'ave me by me balls. Of course I will bloody well be there.”

“Oh, you know I love you, Billy.”

“Yeah, I love you too, you perv.”

Billy could be such fun, gave a hell of a blowjob, too. He was absolutely going to freak when he sees the graveyard, not to mention the stories that go with it. This was going to be fun.

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Dominic was easy to get a hold of. He was staying with Elijah, so it was tricky trying to catch them apart. What fun was it if Viggo couldn't tease each one individually?
The phone rang four times, then the answering machine picked up. They always screened their calls.

"Hey Dom, this is Viggo. I was just sitting here, killing time, flipping through some old photographs and I couldn't help but think of you." He heard the phone pick up before he finished.

"Hey Viggo! So what's up?"

"I just got settled in the new place, thought about having a party. A small get-together, a gathering really. It just wouldn't be fun without you. How about it?"

"Sure. When and where is it? You haven't told anyone your new address."

"I wanted to get it ready first, before anyone dropped by. Orli hasn't even seen it, yet." He proceeded with the directions and date. "Oh, and don't tell Elijah, I want to invite him myself."

"No prob." Dom was quiet for a moment. "Uh, you said you were flipping through old pictures.. Not those pictures, right? You said you kept those pictures locked up."

"Dominic, I do look at them from time to time, they are among my favorites."

"You haven't burned those yet? Sacrificed to whatever God you worship?"

"Come on, Dom, they are good pictures, I wouldn't do that."

"Come on, Vig, those pictures suck, literally. I would do it in a heart beat."

"According to this one you did."

"I meant.. I. Would. Burn. Them." It sounded like Dom was not in his 'happy place' anymore.

"Look, I gave you the negatives. What more can you ask?"

"Umm, for the copies, maybe?"

"They are among my favorites, my private collection. Come on, Dom, where's your sense of humor?"

"I think your camera stole it."

"I love this one with you on your knees. The collar and matching cock ring made it perfect."

"With the hand cuffs, right?" Dom was not amused.

"Of course. This one, with the two dildos, always blows my mind."

"Thanks, Vig. I try hard to keep that blocked out. I could hardly walk the next day and it seemed like that was all Peter wanted us to do."

"It was funny."

"I couldn't even sit when we did get a break."

"Peter kept asking you what was wrong." Viggo could hardly talk now for laughing.

"And you told him I was constipated, you ass."

Viggo could only laugh harder.

"Oh, right. Laugh it up. It wasn't your asshole stretched to fit someone's fist."

"The fist; I had to take that picture one-handed, and it was not easy."

"Poor baby.. I hurt just thinking about it. I had the most god-awful hang over on top of waking up with a butt plug. Oh yeah, thanks Viggo, at least you got your pictures."

"You aren't mad, are you?"

"No, I could never stay mad at anyone that gives a blow-job like you, Vig." Nor anyone who had graphic photos of you involving bondage, but he didn't add that.

"You are a doll, Dom."

"Yeah, with a big asshole.. for a mate."


Of course they would come. They always did for Viggo.

~Continued~