Photograghic Memory

Chapter 31
Warnings: I don't think so
Disclaimer: As always, fiction, not true, no profit in it
Rating: Adult of course
Did I forget anything? Probably. My Beta has gone and got herself a life or something, feel free to point out errors.

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Find Sean.
Find Sean NOW!
Run. Run. Run faster!
Find Sean.

Eric had been around. He had been in a few situations where he didn't know what was going on, or felt like he had no control. He had been in a few risky, even dangerous spots in his day. The trick was to focus on what you did know and that would get you through.
Of course, he had never been in any situation that fit this night.
Which was probably why he had decided not to believe it.

That was the thing about Eric. He made a living playing dress-up and make-believe. He was an actor. He knew that what went on in front of the cameras wasn't the same as what went on behind. Movies were fake and actors were the ones that convinced you they were real. He had to hand it to Viggo, he put on a pretty damn convincing show. But nothing here was what it seemed.

Sean had told him that Viggo would.
Sean had said "Viggo will stop at nothing to get what he wants".
Sean had said "Come to the party for Orlando's sake".
Sean had said "See for yourself if Orlando is happy".
Sean had also said there would be alcohol too, but he didn't mention it was going to make me feel like this.
With that thought Eric looked down at the obvious bulge in his trousers.
Sean had said a lot of things and hinted at a few more, but there was a lot that he wasn't telling Eric.

Now, it looked like the Halloween party had turned into a scavenger hunt. It was time to go find Sean and then scare some sense into Orli.

The more distance he put between himself and the house, the better he felt.
He was still drunk. He couldn't deny that, but at least the sick feeling in his stomach had gone away. All that was left was this heavy weight in his pants.
His cock just would not go down! No matter what he tried thinking about.
It was too persistent..
Too distracting..
Too sensitive against the cloth of his pants that kept rubbing with every single step.

Eric stopped and tried to tug at the material. The brush of his hand against the straining bulge sent a shock-wave through him that nearly buckled his knees. Hunched over, he trembled and swayed as he rode it out.

He was still panting when he straightened himself up and tried to walk. He didn't even make it one step when the friction from the shifting cloth brought him down. Eric was afraid to move. It was as if every nerve in his body was focused in that one area. Every brush of the cloth felt like the most sensual caress, like an answer to an ache and need.

He fumbled with his belt and undid his pants. Rolling to the side as he pushed them over his hips and down his body. The pants had to go if he was going to find Sean. At the rate he was going he would be creaming his pants in, oh, about 2 steps.

Finding Sean took on a new urgency once the cool night air began to tickle his balls and swirl around the head of his throbbing cock. He wanted to get up. He really did. He was just so tired.. and the ground felt so wonderfully cool beneath him.
He relaxed and let the misty fog wash over him.

The squeezing and stroking brought a sigh and a moan from him. Eric thought he was floating, just drifting along. He didn't even mind the probing tendrils that tickled and teased at his bottom. Slipping and gliding over smooth skin circling lightly before abruptly forcing its way inside. Before Eric could do more than try to clinch his muscles the fog thickened then stretched seeking that hidden gland inside of him.

His body shuddered and Eric would have sworn he saw fireworks. Being stoked inside and out with an added twist and tug became the center for all of his awareness. Nothing else mattered, this was everything.

Gasping and moaning, he slammed his head against the ground as an other wave took him. Forcing his eyes open Eric expected to see shooting stars. What greeted him instead were two glowing yellow eyes that kept getting closer.

He was trying to decide if it was a very big dog or some hybrid breed of wolf when it sniffed him. Then it licked his face.

Eric tried to get up, but it felt as if he were being held down. Pinned to the ground by the thick fog. Fog that kept doing things to him.

Another dog, wolf?.. beast, joined the first and now they were both licking him. Big, wet, slobbery, doggy tongue swipes that seemed to be washing the fog away.

Eric held his breath, his heart was pounding in his chest, he just knew he was doggy dinner. The fog slowly began to recede, tugging at still sensitive parts as it slipped over him. The animals seemed content with lapping the fog up and when they finished, they sat back looking expectantly at Eric.

"Good doggy?" He said as he sat up. The penis that wouldn't quit was still waving at him, but that wasn't his main concern any more.

One dog started down a path then stopped and waited for him. Looking back at him.

It wasn't really a path, more like a line through the forest where the grass wasn't growing.

The other seemed to be gathering up his discarded clothes. Eric watched the two for a few moments, then the leader(?) barked and whined at him. It kept looking toward the path and back at Eric.

Eric scrambled to his feet and stumbled after it. That seemed to be what it wanted. Viggo must have trained them, he thought. Pets, yeah, and the rest was just an alcohol induced hallucination. In fact, the more he thought about it... yeah, this whole thing is an alcohol induced hallucination. He was probably passed out somewhere, dreaming this whole mess.

"Take me to Sean. Good doggy, do you know where Sean is?" He almost expected the dream dog to answer. It kept walking, apparently ignoring him.

Eric walked slowly, picking his way along, trying to keep an eye on the dog in front. The one behind him had picked up a buddy and they kept about 2 meters behind, side by side. When he saw the shack in the moonlight, at first he thought it was just a bunch of trees growing together. When they got closer he realized there was a cabin in the middle of them, that the trees had grown up around it.

Eric approached slowly and stopped at the steps. He looked at the steps, studying them. He was actually trying to figure out what all the steps might mean in a dream interpretation. It was only when he thought he heard Sean moan that he began to move up them. Reaching the top, he looked around. What looked to be Sean's clothes were scattered about and a darkened doorway stood before him.

"Sean?"

"Sean, are you in there?" He didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Eric, don't be a stranger, come on in." The calm, reassuring voice called out to him.

Eric walked slowly through the door. From the outside all he could see was pitch dark. Once he stepped through he saw candles. Hundreds of them lighting the room. The heat was coming at him in waves. The scent was almost over powering with its musky aroma. It made him dizzy just inhaling it.
Through the smoky haze he gazed across the long room and found Sean.

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Back at the house, Viggo, with Orlando in tow, had walked into the living room and found Billy sitting on David. Karl was standing beside them looking anything but innocent.

"Viggo!" Karl spoke first, "All hell broke loose in there." He motioned to the den. "I was going to take these two upstairs to uh, to uh, fuck it. We are going to call it a night. Heading on upstairs, if you know what I mean." He smiled at Viggo, winked and shrugged. "Which room do you want us to take?"

"What?" Viggo was the confused one now.

"Which room?" Karl responded.

"Any of them except ours. What do you mean by 'All Hell has broke loose'?"

"See for yourself. I think Sean has gone looking for you." With that, Karl grabbed Billy and hauled him the rest of the way off David and pulled David to his feet.

David was only barely conscious and Karl really had to work at it to get him to his feet. "Come on Davey, you know the rule.. he who passes out first.. bottoms."

David was in a fog of his own. At some point his mind had had enough and was simply refusing any further input. He felt very groggy and wanted only to sleep. This whole think seemed to him to be something he needed to sleep off. He let Karl pull him to his feet and leaned heavily on his friend.

He stepped when Karl said "walk" and he would sleep again as soon as his head hit a pillow. All he was really aware of was Karl's arm around him, Karl's voice joking that he had a bit too much to drink and needed to lie down, and Billy's face. It seemed to glow through the fog surrounding his brain, and his lips seemed as red as blood.

And Billy was smiling.