Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog 30: Sweet Surrender
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Summary: Viggo’s lessons continue. Karl finds it hard to resist. Warning! BDSM at play

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The door knocked again.

“ Ignore it,” said Sean immediately.

“ It might be Dave,” murmured Orlando. Sean glanced back at him, suddenly remembering why Orli had stayed behind at the house in the first place. There was a snort from Karl in true Urban fashion, amusement mixed with a distinct I-Told-You-So aspect.

“ Good timing there. What have you got planned for him? Dress him up in women’s clothing?” Obviously there was only one reason for Karl why Dave would possibly be turning up on Viggo’s doorstep. Sean shot him a hard glare, which seemed to embarrass the younger man who simply looked away. Well, at least that was easy.

The door sounded again, the knocks dying slowly in the hallway. Viggo casually drifted towards Orlando and leant across to him, murmuring something in his ear. A slow grin formed on Orli’s face as he listened with a look of rapt concentration, before his chocolate brown eyes slid in speculation towards Karl. The smile that graced Orli’s features was wickedly evil.

Viggo moved back, his gaze falling on Sean casually. “ Sean, get vaguely dressed and follow me when you’re done,” he said, before walking towards the door.

“ You hurt Dave and I swear I’ll –“ Karl almost managed to struggle to a sitting position, although his hands were still helplessly tied above him.

Viggo rounded on him. “ You’ll do what, exactly? Fume? Sulk? Shout? You had some element of troublemaking, Mr Urban, but those times are currently out of the office. Whatever I do to David I will do because I wish to, not because of your constant interfering.” The voice was stern and sharp. Sean was aware of a very powerful gaze falling on him. “ And those jeans will not dress themselves, Sean. Get on with it,”

And so he left, the door swinging shut silently as it was wont to do. Sean slipped from the bed and fished out his jeans, exchanging glances with Orlando silently. However, Karl obviously wasn’t in the mood to start taking hints about his volume.

“ You’re not going to let him do it are you? For fuck sake, Sean, Dave’s been nothing but kind to you since you met him, and all you’ve done is threaten him and abused his compassionate nature!” Karl was trying so very hard to sound angry, but all that seemed to come out was a concerned voice. He was still struggling with his bonds, only stilling when Orlando placed his hand on his shoulder, murmuring softly at him. Hazel eyes turned to him as though looking for a saviour. Sean saw Orli smile gently at him before the young man settled himself to lie next to Karl like a cat seeking the hot spots of the occupied bed, curling around him and whispering a little more in Karl’s ear.

Orlando glanced towards Sean again, and their eyes met in acknowledgement. Sean pulled on the jeans and ignored the additional parts like socks, and scooped up the rumpled t-shirt, pausing to look at him.

“ Karl, I know what he’s done for me. And trust me, I won’t forget it,” Sean said finally, yanking the material over his head and padding barefoot towards the door. Behind him, he could hear the faint sounds of Orli talking, a soft soothing noise that was almost as peaceful as a babbling brook running through grassy fields.

And back they were to the romantic storybook settings. Bloody hell, Disney had a lot to answer for.

With the gym door swinging closed behind him, Sean ventured a little further into the hallway, his eyes fixed on the front door. Viggo glanced in his direction idly, before looking back at the figure who was presumably in the doorway; since the front door opened into the hallway, the damn thing was blocking Sean’s vision. It could be carol singers for he knew. Granted, silent, unable to use a calendar carol singers, but hey, they could be starting early. Beating the Christmas rush, as it were.

Sean took a few more steps towards them. Viggo eyed him again, and turned back to the doorway.

” Are you sure you don’t wish to come in for a drink?”

There was a brief pause, then the visitor spoke. Sean recognised Dave’s voice on the first syllable.

“ I won’t, thanks. I need to get back. Just checking Orlando’s okay, really,” this was a voice of a man who had his script to run through and he wasn’t ad-libbing in the slightest. Sean closed the distance between him and the door, which didn’t really take that long at all.

“ Dave, what the hell are you doing standing out there? Come in before you start worrying the neighbours you’re selling something,” Sean kept his voice deliberately calm and almost cheerful, then cursed himself for doing it. When in the last couple of days was he ever calm and cheerful? How suspicious was that? Sean moved to stand next to Viggo, and all but dragged the younger man into the hallway, Viggo carefully shutting the door after him.

The look of bewilderment on Dave’s face was quite a picture to behold. Being manhandled *into* Viggo’s house was bound to do that for a bloke. You normally expected to get thrown out instead. Sean was aware of Dave’s blue eyes drifting down to survey bare feet, taking in the rumpled t-shirt on the way down.

*I see*, said Dave’s eyes.

“ I got a phone call from Orli, just having a chat,” Dave glanced towards Sean carelessly, and even though Sean knew damn well the man was lying David spoke so plausibly that his mind resisted the truth briefly. David shrugged before continuing. “ Thought I’d come over and see how he’s doing, and whether he wanted a lift into the hospital tomorrow. I hear he has a check up due,”

“ That was nice of you,” Sean found himself saying automatically, as though his mind was also reading some sort of universal script.

“ I guess,” Dave seemed unconcerned about how nice this was and simply glanced towards the open living room door. However, it was obvious this was something to do rather than any type of hint. Viggo moved slightly.

“ Since you’re here, I was wondering whether you’d be free for a chat,” he said, and his voice had gone to the deliberate softness that Sean recognised as Viggo Being Up To Something. He gave him a nervous look, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to just do anything that Viggo told him to do. Karl was right. He couldn’t do it to Dave. Regardless of what he might or might not have done, the man had been there for him through so much.

Viggo ignored the look from his lover, and simply gazed back at David mildly. There was a flicker of caution that crossed the younger man’s face before that was smothered by a more neutral but friendly expression.

“ A chat?”

“ If you’re free, that is. Thought I’d thank you for looking after Sean for this length of time, amongst other things,” Viggo seemed the last word in lazy casualness. Sean gave him a side glance, disliking being talked about as though he was some pet that needed a brief home to be fed and walked whilst his owner was out of the country. Apparently this mood had also infected Dave, who straightened slightly.

” That’s okay. He needed some company and some kindness,” there was a sharpness in Dave’s voice that was so carefully introduced that Sean wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined it. However, it hadn’t passed Viggo’s attention either by the faint narrowing of the eyes.

“ So is that a yes?” Viggo didn’t seem to be waiting for an answer, simply turning and beginning to move into the lounge. David looked after him, then back at Sean. Nothing showed in his expression. Nothing at all. It was like the man was a robot.

Sighing slightly, Dave bowed to the inevitable and followed the older man into the room, Sean trailing along behind him.

“ Viggo, honestly. I’m just happy I could help,” David glanced back at Sean again, before turning to Viggo who was in his usual prowling position near the window.

“ I know. You’re good at helping people, aren’t you Dave?” Viggo was staring out the window, his comments thrown back as though casually considered. Sean could see the indecision in David’s eyes, the slightly tenser posture.

“ I’m not sure what you mean by that,”

Viggo sighed and finally looked round, leaning against the window. An eyebrow raised. “ Don’t you?” he asked softly. “ I hear you’ve been helping Karl with a lot of things. Suggestions, for example. Isn’t that right, *Daisy*?”

Sean saw David freeze slightly, the blue eyes slide to Sean in accusation. Sean shook his head wordlessly. The name had not come from him. Viggo watched this little silent exchange in what appeared to be amusement.

“ What, you think I can’t do investigations either? It was hardly difficult. Karl might be the front man, but certain aspects of this had to originate from someone with a little more thinking power and a little less steam,” Viggo paused to rub his chin thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on Dave. “ You seemed to fit the bill. And when I had that little chat with Mal, well, things just fell into place,”

“ Mal?” Sean faintly recognised the name.

“ The barkeeper,” David said in a low voice, before raising it again. “ You know I’m not proud of it. I tried to stop them, you must know that,”

“ I do,” nodded Viggo. “ And, more the point, you stopped Sean there from pickling his liver, for which I thank you,”

“ I fear I didn’t do too good a job. He was solidly drunk under my care,” David said ruefully. Viggo shrugged.

“ He’s persistent,”

Sean was aware of two gazes being aimed in his general direction, and simply straightened his back a little more. David finally sighed and settled himself comfortably on the sofa, looking up at Viggo with an expression that suggested that he was expecting to have to stay put for some period of time. However, at least he didn’t looked too stressed over this suggestion. Sean hovered nearby, unable to find the calm inside himself to be able to sit down. He knew damn well he was going to be fidgeting left, right and centre.

“ So what do you want to do?” David queried idly. “ Or did you just want to keep to this ‘chat’?”

Viggo looked at him carefully. “ I’m not sure. What were you expecting?”

However, Dave wasn’t focusing on the second part. He laughed lightly. “ You’re not sure? Are you allowed to admit that, Viggo? I thought it wasn’t keeping in character,”

Sean saw a stony expression cross Viggo’s face. By the way this was going, Sean was probably going to find himself fidgeting in his sleep.

“ And you want me to keep ‘in character’ as you put it?” Viggo asked softly. “ Take out my aggression on you?”

“ Would you?” Dave countered, blue eyes fixed on him. “ Could you?”

Bloody hell, they were getting into Dr Zeus territory now. All they needed were green eggs and ham. Sean stared from one to the other, feeling like an eavesdropper into a personal and private argument, the type where secrets were spilled in the most untactful way. As Viggo straightened himself, obviously about to move, Sean slowly but deliberately stepped in his path to Dave.

Viggo stared at him thoughtfully, as though Sean was a brand new species of ape that happened to turn up.

“ Sean?” he asked carefully. “ Move.”

Sean shook his head, a look of helplessness crossing his face. “ Just leave him alone, Vig. Please,”

There was surprise aimed at him. Viggo raised an eyebrow and glanced past Sean to where Dave was sat. Sean was relieved to notice that there was more amusement than irritation in Viggo’s expression.

” Seems that you have a protector,” he commented.

“ Sean, I appreciate the thought, but sit down,” Dave’s voice was gentle behind him. A stubborn look settled on Sean’s face. Okay, so he wasn’t entirely sure who was helping now, but he’d be buggered if he was moving.

Bad phrase there. Sean amended it to he was definitely not moving. Wild horses couldn’t shift him, although why they would get involved was another matter.

Viggo watched him for a few minutes, then sighed. “ Your obedience still needs some work,” he commented dryly. “ Would it help you if I were to say I wasn’t planning on harming him?”

“ Probably,” Sean’s eyes were fixed on him. “ Would you say it, though?”

He was so fixed on Viggo he almost jumped as he felt hands resting on his hips. Sean glanced round, startled, to find Dave had moved from his comfortable spot on the sofa to just behind him. Grudgingly, reluctantly, but finally Sean allowed Dave to move him to one side. Hell, this would have been difficult with just Viggo he was objecting to. With both of them, Sean knew he didn’t have a chance of succeeding at all.

Dave looked back at Viggo.

” So,” he said lightly. “ How do you want to tackle this? If you want an apology, you have it. I might even get one from Karl if I can track him down again,” There was a slight change in Viggo’s expression but Dave noticed it. The younger man frowned lightly, his voice slowing slightly. “ Unless you’ve already found him, that is,”

“ He’s okay,” Sean felt it necessary to butt in here, anxious that David shouldn’t have images of a badly beaten Karl in his mind. Dave nodded thoughtfully, his eyes on Viggo.

“ I assume that’s where Orlando is? Unless he’s very very tired, of course,” Dave’s voice was soft. “ Can I see Karl, do you think?”

“ He’s a little tied up at the moment,” Sean began, then realised exactly what that sounded like and stopped dead. Viggo smiled to himself and shrugged lightly.

“ If you want to see him. He’s not in any danger, as you already know,” Viggo dropped his voice. “ And we weren’t talking about Mr Urban. We were talking about you,”

Dave watched him, and Sean was startled to note the first signs of caution entering his eyes. Not as comfortable as Dave made out obviously, although he made a damn good try of it. Sean wanted to move towards them again as Viggo slowly closed the gap to the focus of his attention, but his feet just didn’t seem to be obeying him anymore. Sean was faintly reminded of a shark circling its wounded prey before finally coming in for the attack. Dave simply watched him as Viggo stood in front of him and cupped Dave’s chin in his hand gently.

“ So,” Viggo scanned his eyes. “ you want to make it up to us?”

“ He already has,” Sean came in again, his defender button firmly pushed. “ This isn’t necessary,”

Viggo sighed softly as though purely to himself, and turned his gaze onto the angry blonde near him. The force of the look made Sean suddenly remember he himself might not be anywhere near the good books in Viggo’s mind. He opened his mouth to speak words that he knew probably wouldn’t come, and even if they did they would be the wrong ones, but didn’t get a chance to even explore which cock-up he would do.

“ Sean,” it was growled. “ shut up.”

Mouth was closed again. Sean could feel his heart rate increase as Viggo gently stroked Dave’s cheek with a finger, as though caressing something infinitely delicate. Dave seemed to be having difficulty focusing, although he did a damn good job of resisting.

“ You’re a little harsh on him,” Dave said softly. There was an honest growl of annoyance from Viggo.

” Would everyone like to start criticizing me on my treatment of Sean today?” he snapped, letting his hand drop from Dave’s chin. “ He gets what he deserves. In fact, I often think I’m far too soft on him. And he takes advantage of that fact far too much as well,”

“ He’s only doing what he thinks is right, regardless,” Dave countered softly.

“ I’m okay, Dave. Thanks,” Sean felt he really had to get involved here. Dave eyed him thoughtfully, then shrugged.

” I’ll take your word for it. Although you didn’t seem to be fine when you were crying against my chest last night. Not fine at all,” Bright blue eyes shone clearly. Viggo frowned and glanced towards Sean, who was busy cursing Dave in as many creative ways as he could in his mind. Sean was aware of the enquiring look in his direction and tried to look nonchalant. He failed miserably.

“ Crying?” echoed Viggo when it was obvious no further information was forthcoming. Dave shrugged.

” Something about only being good as a whore, nothing else?” the polite, delicate tones of a negotiator. Viggo frowned a little harder, focusing on Sean who was currently a wonderful shade of red. Suddenly whips and punishments sounded a lot nicer.

“ I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing,” Sean growled. “ Anyway, were we going back into the gym at any point, or were we just going to stand around arguing all night? Karl’ll be fast asleep by the time you get back in there,”

Viggo was still looking at him with a strange look in his eyes. Sean shifted, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

“ So?” he broached the subject again. Dave shook his head.

” I won’t, if Viggo doesn’t mind. I assume this ‘gym’ is the wonderful world of bondage that Orli enthuses about?” Dave slid his eyes between the two. Sean gave a short nod in acknowledgement. Dave smiled slightly.

And then it was just waiting for Viggo’s move, his decision on whether to let David go or whether to insist. Sean felt his heart rate increase slightly, his nerves on edge. He knew he couldn’t do it, and more the point couldn’t let Viggo do it either. A refusal by Viggo spelt a whole lot of trouble.

“ Will you go back to yours?” Viggo asked finally. Sean let out a sigh of relief inwardly. Dave, who seemed completely unruffled as usual, shook his head.

” If it’s okay with Sean, I was going back to his flat. My stuff’s there and I think it needs another tidy,” David shrugged. “ I’ve still got the spare keys,”

Sean nodded again, silently. Dave grinned, but it seemed to lack some of the normal cheerfulness that the Australian had.

“ Play nice, boys,” he said, and turned to go.

“ Dave,” Viggo’s voice stopped him briefly. Blue eyes glanced towards him warily. Viggo smiled in what was almost a gentle manner, although Sean knew damn well this was all just pretty lies and diplomacy. “ This isn’t over, you know that,”

“ I know,”

Viggo smiled again. “ Have a good night,”

Dave’s eyes flickered to Sean then back again, the message unreadable. There was a snort, then Dave turned to go again.

” Yeah. You too,”

*

Sean hadn’t known what to expect when he walked back into the gym, and his mind was a little too busy thinking about David to really take in what was happening when he did. He frowned towards Karl who was looking flushed, sweaty and strained, then towards Orli who was simply looking back at them in interest, his position and clothing having not changed in the slightest.

Viggo nodded at Sean as soon as they had walked in, and the blonde immediately stripped himself again, ready for action. This seemed to cause a new level of torment in Karl who simply groaned weakly to himself and shifted himself uncomfortably. Sean glanced a query towards Orli who simply smiled sweetly.

“ I see you’ve been keeping our visitor entertained whilst we were detained,” Viggo didn’t sound particularly smug, but it was clearly swimming around the edges of his tone. “ Orlando does tell some wonderful stories, don’t you think Karl?”

By the desperate longing in Karl’s eyes, Sean had a damn good idea about the subject of the stories. Tales of the Unexpected, Orli style. New with Extra Bondage and Full Fat Smut.

“ Was it Dave?” Karl managed to get himself under control enough to say the words, although his voice was suffering badly. Viggo glanced in his direction and nodded once, before looking back at Orlando and running his hand over the younger man’s hip, patting him lightly. Orlando smiled up at him in pleasure.

“ So where is he? Don’t tell me you actually let him go?” There was scorn in Karl’s voice, although he was still breathless, as though he had recently taken up a whole lot of exercise. Sean was willing to bet that under the shield of trousers, Karl had an erection that was trying to strain its way to the moon.

“ We had a chat and he left. Untouched, happy, complete. Happy?” Viggo raised an eyebrow at him in a bored way that suggested that Viggo really didn’t care whether Karl was happy or not, and glanced towards Sean who was still standing in the middle of the room uncertain about what he was supposed to be doing.

“ Now, where were we?” Viggo mused.

“ You were about to beat Sean,” came Karl’s husky and not-particularly faintly angry voice. “ And if he’s let you put so much as a new bruise on Dave before he left, beat him hard,”

“ I haven’t-“ began Sean angrily when Viggo raised a hand to stop his rant. Sean subsided into faint mutterings, glaring at Karl with an intensity that could melt metal. Viggo was looking at Karl in interest.

“ And that would satisfy you would it?” his voice was soft. “ How hard would you like me to go? Until his skin shines bright red and threatens to break? Until his legs are trembling so badly that he is a hair width away from collapsing? Until every noise he makes is heartfelt and pleading? Or wouldn’t you be satisfied until the blood runs down his legs?”

Karl’s eyes slid to him, a low burn still visible, but the man said nothing. Sean kept his mouth shut, watching Viggo carefully. Viggo made a thoughtful noise at the back of his throat, and looked at Sean.

“ Sean. Come here,” there was no question in the instruction. Well, he could do that, although the gleam in Viggo’s eyes was beginning to cause him some doubts. As soon as he stopped again Viggo had leaned towards him and kissed him softly, Sean taking a few moments to readjust and kissing him back hungrily. At Sean’s flicker of the tongue against his lips, Viggo smiled and moved back again.

“ Go to the bed and lean over it, hands on the mattress,” he ordered softly, in one of the gentlest voices Sean had heard recently. Sean scanned his eyes, but slowly moved. Orli straightened up and watched them in tense silence as Sean obeyed the request.

“ Viggo,” and now Karl sounded unsure, which was just as bloody well. Sean had many things to do with his time, but having blood drip down his legs from a vicious beating really wasn’t one of them. Not that he was expecting what he would term a vicious beating, anyway. Viggo made up his own mind, not act on request. Now, of course, Sean had to consider how much in the dog-house he actually was.

Palms on the blankets, fingers gripping hold of it for support, Sean bent over slightly, feeling both ridiculous and vulnerable. This wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been for Karl’s presence. Sean had a sneaking suspicion he was likely to hear about this for the rest of the filming, and probably every single other time he saw him.

Viggo had retrieved his riding crop and was slapping it against his palm idly. Sean could hear the unmistakable sounds behind him and took a slightly deeper breath, his head dipping, eyes focusing on the blanket and the contours of the body part nearest to him.

“ Viggo, if he hasn’t done anything, just leave him be,” Yep, Karl was definitely getting edgy. It was one thing to demand justice and revenge on someone. It was quite another to actually lie there and watch it happen in front of you, with a damn good chance that some of their blood would splash onto your bed.

“ How do you know he hasn’t done anything?” Viggo’s voice was casual, the type that came from one who knew they had all day. “ You’re just taking our words for it. And you’re missing the point, Karl. Who says this is for punishment alone?”

Oh bloody hell. So a point was going to be made on his skin. Wonderful.

“ I still think-“ began Karl when Viggo’s first strike on Sean shut him up more successfully than any gag could have done. The slap of leather on skin was loud in the small room, Sean’s back arching automatically, in surprise more than anything. A few moments later and the heat appeared, the sharp pain of the immediate strike being replaced with a persistent throbbing instead. Sean suddenly realised that he was holding his breath and released it with a gasp. He could hear a little moan from Orli who at least would be enjoying the show as long as Viggo didn’t go a little too nuts.

“ Fucking hell,” whispered Karl finally. “ You actually hit him-“

Viggo ‘actually’ hit him again, the whip falling on virgin skin just below the first blow which, undoubtedly, was turning a nice rosy red colour. Sean dropped his head a little more, controlling his breathing, feeling the throbbing increase. The second hadn’t been as bad, the surprise of the strike removed. To be forewarned was to be forearmed, as it were. And the throbbing didn’t seem to be confined just to his rear either. Now this *was* embarrassing, getting turned on by leather. Sean made up his mind not to look at Karl at all, unless he wanted to turn as red in the face as he was on his backside.

There was another pause in the room, the only noise being Sean’s soft controlled breathing.

Karl tugged on the handcuffs again in case they had managed to get a new weakness in the last few minutes.

” Sean, you don’t have to let him do this to you,” it was almost a plea. Sean squared his shoulders, and stayed put, trusting Viggo not to go past the point where it dipped into pain and mental discomfort. He almost jumped again as he felt Viggo’s hand rest on the small of his back, and against that solid reference Sean realised that he himself was trembling faintly. Not enough for Karl to notice, thankfully. That really would put the cat amongst the pigeons to suggest he was scared rather than sensibly cautious.

The hand drifted down across his hips and dipped between Sean’s legs, caressing him. The shock of the sheer pleasure that darted through his body caused a groan to appeared automatically, Sean’s legs shakier than ever.

“ Good boy,” he heard Viggo murmur behind him, before Sean was lost again as the hand trailed gently over sensitive balls, tracing up his aching erection and gently rolling his thumb over the head. Sean whimpered his frustration, his hands curling into the blanket with such determination that he was probably about to steal it from under Karl.

There was a third strike, harder than Viggo had done before, and by now the whole of his rear was throbbing faintly, moving up to persistently along particular lines, so sensitive that a even a feather touching him would cause a leap. Thankfully the noise seemed a hell of a lot worse than it actually felt, which was just as well. If you went by noise alone it was amazing that he wasn’t making a sound by now. But, of course, the noise was what Karl was focusing on, and he also had the benefit of seeing Viggo’s muscles and arm working against Sean’s skin.

“ Viggo, stop it,” There was another *chink* as Karl struggled against the headboard, and this time he was actually putting a lot more effort into it. His lower body moved with his struggles, his knee almost accidentally connecting with Sean’s nose. Sean jerked his head up out of the way and finally looked up and across at where Karl was in confusion. Orli was still next to him, his hand almost unnoticed by Karl where it soothed on his chest, the younger man’s lips moving as he whispered something into his ear. However, whatever Orlando was saying, it wasn’t enough. There was a look of guilty desperation on Karl’s face as he stared back at Viggo, flushed, agitated, and almost definitely aroused beyond belief.

Sean’s eyes met Orli’s, the younger man giving him a faint proud grin. Sean smiled back at him, his breathing still not the greatest, then suddenly found Karl’s deep hazel eyes fixed on him. They studied each other over the bed silently, Sean deliberately keeping his own expression neutral, before Sean deliberately lowered his head again, waiting for Viggo. Karl seemed to calm down a bit, or at least his knee didn’t seem so eager to introduce itself to Sean’s face.

There was a long pause. Sean felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead.

“ Finished?” Viggo was addressing Karl again.

“ You are one sick fucker, Viggo,” By the tone of voice, it was almost as though Karl was embarrassed about being shown to be distressed. Viggo laughed to himself.

” From someone who raped him over a sofa, I’ll take that as a compliment,”

This served to increase Karl’s agitation, as indeed it was supposed to. Sean knew damn well Karl had his pride, liked to think of himself as a good man. The word ‘rape’ really shouldn’t be addressed to him. And how dare Viggo start connecting the dots with what happened? Okay, so Karl’s sexual invitation plus the temporary fear of sofas wasn’t the hardest thing to create an assessment of a Bad Situation from, but that wasn’t the point. People speculating about him behind his back was .. well, it was rude and weird, that’s what it was.

Meanwhile, Karl was getting himself more worked up. Obviously nerves were being struck.

” That was not rape and you know it,” he hissed.

“ Well, it’s certainly not a quick fumble in the bedroom. Can you imagine how it would look if it to a bystander? The complexities get simplified to the extent that it’s hard to make the distinction between play and horror,” Viggo paused. Sean straightened his back as he felt the end of the crop idly stroke across his buttocks, feeling a slight increase in the tingling. “ If he says he’s okay, I’m not one to say otherwise. However, don’t try and tell me it’s just good honest typical fun, because it isn’t. Just like this, in fact,”

“ He can’t be enjoying that,” countered Karl angrily.

” Can’t? Really? So, you’ve never heard of this sort of thing then? Never seen the little books in the sex shops about spanking and punishment? I understand the internet has a quite impressive collection of websites on the subject. That’s a lot of people who ‘can’t’ be enjoying it, wouldn’t you say?” There was a yawn from Viggo. The whip twitched on Sean’s skin again, making him tremble.

“ Yeah? And I wonder who asked who to do what in this little arrangement? Did Sean come to you and plead with you to hit him?”

“ It was a mutual agreement,” Viggo sounded bored still but now there was a little part of irritation mixed in. Sean’s arms, which were almost the sole thing keeping him up, agreed full heartedly with this irritation. Come on, roll out the gags for chrissakes, and let’s get on with it.

The concentration on the pain in his arms was firmly shoved aside as Viggo moved closer to him, his hand now stroking over the stinging flesh as though massaging in cream. Sean whimpered again, and pressed back against him. Come on, come on, let’s see a little action around here…

“ Orlando,” Viggo glanced to the younger man on the bed. Orli all but bounced up, his frustration seemingly more painful than anything Viggo could do with a whip. The young man slid down the bed on the other side of Karl and stopped opposite where Sean was still leaning, his good hand briefly touching Sean’s cheek before dropping it away. There was another sound of metal on metal as Karl shifted, no doubt more concerned now that Orli was being brought in.

“ Kiss him,”

Orli was doing the order before Viggo had properly finished the sentence, moving across to press his mouth against Sean’s, although being careful not to lean on parts of Karl on the way. Orli’s tongue begged for entry, which Sean was more than happy to oblige. He could feel Orli shifting, obviously desperate to rub himself up against anything that came into play. It was only Viggo’s influence over him that had kept Orlando quiet and out of the games, that was clear.

Sean felt himself focus almost entirely on Orli as the young man tried to do everything that was possible given the limited circumstances. However, his mind snapped back to attention as he felt Viggo’s hands rest upon his still raised backside. Viggo kicked his legs a little further apart, so Sean’s weight was even more reliant on his hands. Sean couldn’t stop a little jump as he felt cold liquid suddenly trickle in the cleft of his buttocks, the sound of a bottle being squeezed.

Orli’s eyes were open and focusing on Viggo behind Sean in interest. Sean closed his eyes again and waited for what he knew was coming. The fingers weren’t long in their arrival either; Viggo had bypassed the solo encounter and had slid two fingers into Sean, Viggo’s other hand on the small of Sean’s back in a manner that Sean would assume looked like the typical vet stance whenever they had their arm half way up a cow. Sean’s legs had been kicked even further apart to the extent that his inner thigh muscles were now complaining of the stretch. The desire to lie down on the bed was incredibly strong, his legs simply hanging off the end for access, but he wasn’t allowed to do that. No, that would be far too easy wouldn’t it?

The third finger made an appearance, Viggo sliding them in and out of Sean’s body, coating him entirely. Now and again, they brushed against his prostrate, causing him to moan and whimper against Orlando’s mouth, his hips moving back on the fingers and seeking that delicious feeling once again. However, Viggo was obviously not in the mood to allow him an easy orgasm.

Viggo moved away, and the space that he left was cold and empty. Sean struggled to regain his inner calm, which was even more difficult with Orlando’s demands in front of him. The look in Orli’s eyes was one of severe frustration and longing. Sean wondered how long it would be before Viggo would allow him to take Orli back into his mouth and allow the poor boy some release.

He would have asked when Viggo returned, had he not suddenly focused on a most peculiar sensation that was pressing up against his rear. It wasn’t the warmth of Viggo, certainly. It felt hard and smooth, and not a little cold. Sean broke off the kiss and was about to glance round when it was suddenly pushed into him with a smooth motion.

“ Fuck!” he hissed under his breath, although Orli was close enough to hear this. Sean tried to adjust around this foreign invader, but it was bloody hard. His muscles were complaining about the stretching regardless of Viggo’s previous attention. Sean shifted his body weight and tried to find a position which would agree with the persistence of the … whatever it was.

“ It’s one of Viggo’s plugs,” murmured Orli, who had no doubt had the benefit of one of Sean’s slightly panicked looks. Orli kissed his forehead gently. “ Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it in a moment,”

Plug? What, as in the thing you shove in the bath and spiders come out the hole? Charming. And, more the point, it sounded longer term than Viggo normally did. Sean shifted again, and whimpered his discomfort. Viggo patted him on the right buttock.

“ Good boy,”

And Sean knew damn well he wasn’t going to get used to it that quickly as Viggo suddenly found a button on the item and switched it on briefly. Sean almost screamed out loud. It *vibrated*. For fuck’s sake, which fucking bastard designed this thing and thought that it also needed to vibrate?! Were they mad?!

He might not have screamed, but Sean couldn’t stop a weak cry from escaping. He bit his bottom lip in order to try and get himself back under control, trying to get used to this odd sensation that was vibrating in almost the very core of him. Viggo smiled to himself and switched it off again.

“ Orlando,” he instructed. “ Here. And Sean, get up and take a step back here,”

Orli slid over the bed and stood in the required spot, almost quivering with excitement or nerves or whatever else it was. It certainly wasn’t fear. Viggo kissed him gently, and looked with some thought at Orli’s bad arm which was still in its sling.

Orlando worked out what was going on.

“ It’s okay. It doesn’t really hurt anymore, and you can’t damage it further,” Brown eyes shined. However, Viggo was still unconvinced. Sean didn’t blame him. There was only so many times you could go to hospital before serious alarms started to ring.

” Hmmmm,”

“ Honestly, Viggo,” Orli was all but shifting from foot to foot in his eagerness. Viggo finally nodded.

” Get into a good position for Sean to pay your ass some attention, then,” he said finally, folding his arms. Within a few moments, Orli had positioned himself over the bed in a similar style that Sean had done, although the main bulk of his stability came from his stomach which was pressed to the bed, his elbow up to keep himself propped up. Sean was almost as quick to move towards him, taking the bottle of lube that Viggo passed him without comment and kneeling down between Orli’s legs, intending to introduce his tongue to Orli’s secret areas.

Viggo’s hand on his shoulder stopped this briefly.

” You’ll get to do that later. For now, just take him,” There was a half smile on Viggo’s face. “ Before he explodes.”

Sean glanced at him, shrugged inwardly to himself, and got up again, coating his fingers as he did so. Orlando didn’t seem to be in the preparation mood by the way he was pressing back against him, but what did kids know about these things? Even so, Sean found the preparation extremely hurried and certain parts almost non-existent, such were their mutual desire to get him firmly sheathed inside the young man as soon as possible.

Orlando moaned loudly and hungrily as Sean breached him, and had only taken one breath to steady himself before he was pushing back hard against him, demanding, his one good hand fisted into the blanket. Sean was sure he was pushing him onto the bad arm, but couldn’t find it in himself to stop, although he did attempt to slow down. The attempt failed, mostly due to Orli speeding up as soon as he felt any hesitation in the older man.

His hand crept round Orli’s body to stroke him roughly, in time with his strong thrusts. Orlando cried out again in approval, and thrust back harder. It was beginning to become difficult to determine exactly who was in charge of this particular fuck. Sean growled as he thrust harder in him, his hand becoming less and less gentle as he felt himself gallop towards his climax, desperately wanting Orlando to come at the same time. The angle of his thrust changed, almost accidentally, and grazed the bundle of nerves inside of the younger man. Orlando almost screamed, his back arching, muscles tensing around Sean as though he had been turned into stone. And that didn’t help in the slightest. Instead of fighting against the looming inevitable, the looming inevitable was apparently running earlier than scheduled.

Sean panted like a locomotive, trying to get himself under control. However, it was a futile task, and one he gave up in less than a few thrusts. Orli was shaking and trembling under him, his muscles still tense and waiting, his soft cries a mixture of whimpers and moans. One last stroke from Sean and Orli completely tensed around him, crying out louder, Sean’s hand suddenly wet and coated with his seed. And that was it for the Good Ship Self-Control; Sean came harder than he ever imagined he could do without causing damage, his growl loud and possessive, as though a tiger with a freshly caught deer.

Orli’s left foot slipped a little on the floor, the young man putting more of his weight on the bed to regain his balance. Sean waited for a few moments to clear his head, then slowly slid out of him, running his hands gently over Orli’s soft skin. Their breathing intermixed in the silence of the room. And it was silent, bloody silent, as though Viggo and Karl were either dead, asleep or absent without leave.

Sean glanced behind him worriedly. No, Viggo was still there, his posture looking like some military sergeant, the type who tended to shout things at new recruits and attempt to break them as soon as possible. His arms were folded. His eyes were guarded but fixed on them, as though he had wanted to move them but hadn’t been able to. Not certain whether they had done something right or wrong, Sean swallowed and moved away entirely, dropping to his knees in what he hoped was a suitable submissive gesture. Well, at least it was pretty much universal.

He saved a glance towards the head of the bed and their visitor. Karl was staring at them, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide and shocked. Realising he was being watched, the man tried to regain his control and straightened up a little bit, his tongue licking his bottom lip quickly. His eyes were dark and full of frustration. Sean was willing to bet if Karl’s wrists were examined, a thin red mark from the handcuffs would be so very clearly defined.

Orli had recovered as well, and had moved himself to perch on the bed, his breathing still frantically active. Sweat glistened on the areas which weren’t covered by t-shirt.

“ Fucking hell,” whispered Karl. “ And this is what you lot do all the time?”

“ Why? Want to join in?” Viggo’s voice was level, although there was something in it that Sean didn’t quite like. He kept his head down, his body alert, although this particular position only caused more conflicts between him and the Amazing Vibrating Visitor (currently Off and thank god for that) still firmly positioned up his backside.

There was further hesitation from Karl’s position. The man must practise constantly to get so good at it.

“ It’s okay, Karl,” Viggo’s voice had now dropped a little lower, almost a little more seductively. “ Everyone has their desires. It’s often not what we would have wanted for ourselves, but when did sex take any notice of social niceties?”

Still nothing from Karl. It was as though someone had ripped out his tongue, although not as messily as that would normally entail. Sean shifted slightly on his knees and risked a look at him. Karl was simply watching them, his desire not to be cornered fighting so very hard with his desire to fuck someone, somewhere *NOW*.

“ No?” Viggo moved near Sean and ran his hand over Sean’s back and neck. “ If you’re sure…,”

Sean had to move his arms quickly to avoid falling directly onto his face as Viggo shoved his shoulder forwards, pushing him into a more hands and knees position. Another hand roughly slipped onto his hip and yanked him up into the right position, his still red and throbbing arse facing Viggo, his arms straightened. And back to the doggie they went. Sean was almost expecting a ‘stay’ command.

There was the sound of padding feet and an opening drawer behind them. Sean attempted not to stiffen too much at the thought of what fun things lurked in the deeps of those drawers, trying to recover his breath quickly before he was flung into the next round. His muscles were already tired and complaining, a slight tremor in his thighs from straining.

“ You are kidding me,” came Karl’s croaky voice from the bed. Sean didn’t want to look. It was going to be something large and painful, he knew, something that Viggo could get his revenge back on him.

However, it wasn’t. Sean opened his eyes as the smooth cool feel of the collar fastened itself round his neck with a little click, and looked up in surprise at Viggo. Viggo moved towards Orlando, who allowed himself to be collared without any fuss whatsoever, his eyes trusting on Viggo not to hurt him. There was another half laugh from Karl at this.

“ You have collars for them? For fuck’s sake, Viggo! Do you attach a lead and take them for walks as well?”

“ No, but we’re mircochipped just in case we get lost,” Orlando grinned. Viggo ruffled his hair, and stepped back, looking at where Sean was still kneeling, a dangerous look glinting in Viggo’s eyes. Sean wondered briefly about that look. It could just be through lust. Or it could be through something else entirely. Karl’s eyes had also wandered towards him in thought. Heaven alone knew what he looked like, a large collar around his neck, red whip lines across his bottom, his blonde hair completely disarray due to the sweat and ‘exercise’. Of course, due to the mirrored ceiling, Karl would have a very good choice of view as well.

“ Sean,” purred Viggo as he stepped towards him. Sean shivered as Viggo’s hand traced a pattern over his back before it slid rearwards and down the cleft, just missing the plug and stroking across his balls lightly. It hadn’t taken Sean’s cock long to recover, which was almost a miracle by itself. Orli slipped off the bed and walked towards them, his eyes on Viggo briefly, before moving to stand in front of the kneeling blonde. Sean could smell the scent of Orli already, a scent that managed to bypass any coherent thought and go straight for the animal lust.

At what was presumably another signal by Viggo, Orlando carefully knelt in front of him. Sean wasn’t entirely sure whether he was supposed to be sucking on him already or whether he was supposed to be waiting; however, he had a damn good idea he would probably know about it if he failed to do something correctly. After all, it wouldn’t take much to punish him with his arse being as sore as it was already.

The plug was suddenly pushed in a little further, and twisted. Sean gasped in faint pain and tried to stay perfectly still as Viggo carefully removed it. The brief feeling of emptiness was suddenly finished by Viggo lining up and thrusting in hard. By the feel of fabric on Sean’s legs, Viggo had pretty much just yanked down his own trousers before burying himself in Sean. The blonde’s back arched, a soundless gasp torn from his lips. Okay, so he had already been stretched, but the plug was nowhere near the standard of Viggo slamming into him, and certainly hadn’t had the additional force factors added to it.

Every time Viggo moved, it raked across sensitive skin. In fact, his whole bloody lower half was suddenly sensitive skin, or so it felt. Pleasure and pain mixed together until it was one giant unidentifiable blob in Sean’s mind, the pleasure increasing the pain, the pain increasing the pleasure. He was sure he screamed something as Viggo struck his internal pleasure points, but it was all too fast to really pay attention.

And there was no mistaking Viggo’s frustration and desire. He no less than pounded into the blonde beneath him, not allowing for any adjustments, any breathing, any comments. His left hand was tight on Sean’s waist, holding him down, the right having moved across Sean’s back and was gripping hold of a hoop on the collar, presumably where the lead was attached. Sean suddenly didn’t have any control at all over his neck and head. Any movement he did simply warranted a pressure around the neck as the collar refused to move with him, Sean having to stop to avoid choking himself, his back at an unnatural position for him in a state of semi-arching.

In fact, it was damn near the positions they got dogs to stand in when they were being judged for a show. Well, apart from the ... *additional* aspects obviously. Viggo’s thrusts were still strong as ever, the man growling in some foreign language behind him. Sean opened his eyes slightly and could see Orli just in front of him watching him with something like awe on his face, completely absorption. Orlando’s cock was hard enough to cut diamonds in front of him, but there was no way Sean could possibly touch it in any way at all. His hands he needed. His neck he needed. He’d have to make it up to Orli some other time.

Sean whimpered aloud as Viggo touched his sweet spot again. Viggo wasn’t making any attempt to touch Sean apart from that, however. Sean’s cock was aching and painful and begging to be touched, but this apparently wasn’t on the cards. His backside was aflame with sensation, not quite agonising pain but certainly something that he was unable to ignore. Sean whimpered again and squirmed against him, trying to find that spot again.

He moved into the correct position just as Viggo thrust in even harder. Sean screamed then, more from success than anything, but the bolt of sheer pleasure was certainly worth it. Poor Orlando would probably be deafened.

Viggo’s hand was tightening on his waist, his nails digging into Sean’s flesh as the older man sought out his own orgasm, Viggo’s panting clear and defined. And Viggo was so close, Sean knew it, Viggo’s muscles trembling with the strain, wanting to collapse but wanting the release. Finally, Viggo came with a low cry, his hand dropping away from the collar presumably to avoid choking his lover as he came. His neck free of commands, Sean’s head dropped down a little, feeling Viggo crumple on top of him.

A slow and almost sleepy hand ruffled Sean’s blonde hair as Viggo finally slid out of him with a pleased grunt.

“ Good boy,” he murmured. Sean managed to open his eyes again and focused on the happy and slightly longing look of Orlando. A happy grin aimed itself at him. Sean grinned back sleepily, trying to forget the heavy ache in his balls, the relentless throbbing in his cock.

A cough made all three of them glance towards the bed where Karl was lying, his eyes fixed on Viggo. And those dark hazel eyes were almost sheer desperation itself.

“ Viggo,” he said, and they could all hear the resistance that must still be in him. Karl sighed, then smiled almost grudgingly. “ I’m in,”

TBC