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[Viggo]
"No! Viggo! Don't!"

I hear his words, but I don't understand their meaning. All I know is the aroused feeling his voice gives me.. the tickling in my veins, and my cock wanting to drive him mad. I want him. And for some reason I know he wants me, too. I just know it, feel it. His whole body aches for me. The same way he yearns to escape, he yearns to
stay. To be close to me. It's so obvious...

"I won't hurt you." I whisper and move even closer to him, to his side.

I'm still holding the knife and let the blade run slowly over the soft skin of his neck. I can almost see the blood running through his carotid, and let the knife rest there while I kiss him softly near his ear.

"I know you like this."

My lips move over his cheek, still careful and caressing. He tries to hold his breath, not wanting to show me the effect my touch has on him.

"I know it, Orlando..."

For a second, I move away from him, bathing in the gaze of his deep brown eyes, that mixture of hate and excitement, of fear and lust. And then, suddenly I cover his mouth with my lips, kissing him wildly and ferociously, not giving him any chance to resist. Is it because of the knife, that he doesn't even try to hinder me? He lets me open his mouth easily, and the moment my tongue enters it, I draw back, with avictorious grin on my face.

"Yeah, you like it."

He stares at me. And I just smile. Then I lay beside him and let my eyes move over his naked body. I feel his nervousness while I do so, so I take even more time to watch every inch of him closely, my gaze full of hunger.

"You are so beautiful, Orlando." I murmur, while my eyes rest on his butt.

And he surely is. But there's no need for romance here. I'm here to teach him a lesson.

I look away from him and get up.

"But I know you've heard that too many times. That's not what you want to hear, right?"

Quickly, I regain my position behind him. His jeans are still on his legs, and I want him completely naked. So I grab the cloth and tear it down over his feet.

"Vig..." he gasps, but stops when he finds himself lying flat on the bed.

Carelessly, I throw the jeans on the floor and get up to undress myself. I take off my sweater and my shoes before I go back to the side of the bed and stop right next to his face.

"Wanna watch?" I tease him, and although he shakes his head I can see the slight flicker in his eyes. "So, you do...!"

I take a few steps back and slowly let my shirt slide upwards. When he tries to look away, I move closer to the bed and lift the shirt up further to reveal my hard nipples. I lift my hand and stroke over my stomach, up my breast to the two peaks waiting to be touched. A silent sigh escapes my lips as I do so, and I notice Orlando staring at me as I slowly rub them between my fingertips. So good... but it would be even better if he did it. Well, he will, soon enough. Smiling I continue the arousing movements a little bit longer before I take off the shirt and let it drop to the floor alluringly. His eyes stay fixed on my body and I feel the battle that's going on in his mind.

Again, I smile. I sway my hips back and forth before I start undoing my pants always careful not to proceed too quickly. When I undo the buttons and let my pants slip over my waist, Orlando swallows hard, still warring with his conscience, but weak enough not to look away. Good. It won't take long till you want to look, till you need to look... and till you ask me to go on. But hell, he already asks for it. His eyes scream for me to take off the shorts as well. His beautiful eyes... so warm, so full of fire!

I feel my cock get even harder just by thinking of how his eyes would be if I drove him to ecstasy. Real ecstasy, not the predictable orgasm your cheap girlies give you! No Orlando, you're gonna feel what it's like to lose control, to fall and to crash in a world you never knew before and you'll never wanna leave.

Suddenly, the look in his eyes changes. I pause, and a broad grin spreads over my face as I realize that I have already pushed down my shorts and stand there completely naked, holding and dingding my cock in my hand.

[Orlando]
Still I stare at him in disbelief. He did it. He fucking did it! He kissed me, but that wasn’t enough, no. I added insult to injury and let him enter me. I felt his tongue, rough and harsh in my mouth and hell, it felt good. Can’t be, Bloom, wake up. He’s a man! Although he is a man and I know it’s wrong, it’s not what I’m into, I can’t stop staring at him in lust and desire as he touches himself. I can’t look away from his hard nipples rolling between his fingers and I imagine how it would feel if he did the same with mine.

Our gazes meet and I know he can see in my eyes how damn arousing he is. I can’t really fight my body and the feeling of need. The need for a ‘make me senseless shag’. My body is screaming for it, for sex and release.

I struggle against the bonds but there is no way to free myself and as I do so I’m back on my hands and knees again. I just hear Viggo’s voice.

“Don’t try that. It won’t work, Orlando.”

I give him a hard look but that’s all. I knew before I tried that it wouldn’t work. Fuck. And before I can try anything else I’m caught again by the movements of his hands.

I keep still and stare at him once more as he… oh my fucking God. He pushes his shorts down and nothing else counts anymore other than the look of his big cock, aroused and hard. My eyes widen, my lips are lightly parted and I can feel my breath quicken. A surprised gasp leaves my lips as I look at Viggo stroking his cock. Look away, Orlando, close your eyes and imagine something else. Come on, look away! I close my eyes.

“Need…” Not more than a whispered word.

I open my eyes again appalled. That was me speaking that stupid word! I look up at Viggo.

“Yes, you need. I know already. I told you before.”

I can see the wicked smile on his face.

I swallow and try to arrange my ideas and feelings. It is hopeless. All I can think of is this damn rock hard cock innt ont of me. One move and I could…

I don’t break the gaze with Viggo as I lean forward and kiss the tip of his hard-on. Before I can even think of what I’m doing I lick over it and along his shaft. I taste the slightly bitter taste of his skin. I find my way back to the tip and caress it with small circles of my tongue. I can hear Viggo moaning as I do so and his sounds go straight to my cock. I lick his balls and put wet kisses on them. I draw back but feel Viggo’s hands grabbing my head at the same moment. He brings me close to his stiffy again and all I can do is to open my mouth and let him in.

Then I realized like a bat out of hell: I’m doing a fucking blow job. Women. Wasn’t that my last thought? I’m into women. Shit. I want to escape, to turn back the clock, but I can’t. Viggo holds me tight as he observes that I want to draw back. His voice is husky and demanding.

“You stay at your place, Mr. Bloom.”

I tremble but can’t do anything even to abuse him. I’m gagged with his bloody cock.

Viggo pushes forward, deeper in me and all I can do is start licking and sucking. I do but I’m pretty sure if I take just another inch of his shaft I choke or my gorge will rise or something like that. I still feel his strong grip in my hair.

“Sure this kinda job is the first one you’ve done?”

Fucking bastard.

[Viggo]
Oh god, this boy is good! My hand tightens around his hair, and the last thing I wanna do is let him go now. I hear the blood in my veins, feel the heat of his mouth, his tongue stroking the small spot on the underside where I'm most
sensitive, his teeth, and I can't help but thrust into him, harder and deeper. All I know is my throbbing erection and the hot ache in my balls. Hell no, Viggo wait... that's not what I intended... he's driving me nuts but I need... want.. something else. Yet it feels so good. But no. Control.. I need control.... Cool down... breathe... stop moaning! And stop moving, dammit!

Without warning, I thrust back his head and free myself from the tight grip of his mouth. It takes me a couple of seconds to recover and get my thoughts back in order, and when I open my eyes to look at him, I see his fiery gaze. Oh Jesus, these eyes..! He's lying there, bound to the post, his body crying out for me, his lips wet, waiting for me to come back to him.

"Very good..." I manage to say, augh ugh I'd rather shove my erection back into his mouth again, have him suck it till I jerk off.

But no. I have other plans for him.

Slowly, I draw back and to the side, out of his vision. I take something out of my suitcase and go back to the bed. He tries to see what it was I took, but it's small enough to conceal from him. He'll know soon enough.

"Relax, Orlando." I advise him, but it's more addressed to myself than to him.

Gee, he's almost had me. I was so close, and one day, I'll make him finish that job. But not now.

I kneel on the bed behind him and let the small bottle drop onto the mattress next to me. Then I lift up my hand and let it move over his back. He's still on his hands and knees, and his butt is right in front of me. Steadily, I let my fingers run over his spine, up to his neck and back again, then around his waist to his belly. He moans as my fingers get close to his cock, but I make sure I don't touch it. Not yet. Instead, I take my other hand and let it slide up the inner side of his thigh. He bows his back, trying to make me touch him where he needs it, but still I manage to avoid the contact.

" sot so greedy, Orlando."

I can't help but grin as I lean over and kiss his butt.

"I will make you come, I promise. I told you we were going to have some fun, didn't I?"

"Vig..."

His voice is just a whisper, caught between silent moans.

"Make yourself comfortable and relax."

Again, I let my hand slide up his leg, slightly touching his balls, while my other hand reaches for the bottle.

"Viggo... You're not gonna...-"

A short laugh escapes my lips.

"Oh, yes I am, Orlando. But you'll like it so don't worry."

I open the bottle and let the fluid drip onto my palm.

"Viggo..." he tries again but I ignore him.

He's scared as hell, but I know that at the same time, a part of him wants me to go on. To show him what it's like with a man.

"Viggo, I'm...."

The oil on his skin makes him pause in shock.

"You're what... straight?"

I smile as I watch him freeze, feeling the cold liquid on his cheeks, fearing the inevitable.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we?"

[Orlando]
I hear his last words. He can't be fucking serious. He won't do that. No, he won't. There is still a part in me which thinks, hopes that he won't do it, but another part, the bigger one, just needs release and a damn shag. No, Viggo,
no, don't do that to me, don't.... please... oh God, don't stop touching me. Hell, I hear myself moaning as he massages my buttocks with his hands. They are kinda... wet.

"Viggo... what... what is it?"

In the very same moment I ask I know it. Lube. I never ever had sex with a man and never intended to but damn, I know very well what lube is.

I feel the cool liquid on my skin and I feel Viggo's hands so close to my cleft. And I know it. He IS serious and he is gonna do what he told me before: have fun. He laughs again.

"You know very well what it is, Orlando. Don't play the innocent virgin."

I can feel him stop for second, silent, if he is thinking about something. And there it is again, that wicked laugh.

"Well, in this particular way I assume you ARE a virgin. How often did you do that? How often was it you who was the first boy for a girl? Often enough, I'm sure. Time for a change, elf-boy."

I panic. Alright. To think and to joke about it with Atti is one thing but to know it will happen right now is another one. Again I try to free me but it is not really that I hope or expect that it will work. I try to jerk away from his hands, from his body, from his aroused cock. I feel more of the lube on my skin.

"Stop that, Viggo!"

Fuck, I feel like a baby who needs to be swaddled and cared for. It's disgusting.

"Stop it, Orlando? I told you that I won't hurt you. You don't know what you are asking for. I really should NOT stop this. Believe me."

I've tears in my eyes and I don't want this to happen but my body is betraying me. My erection is growing harder while Viggo starts again to massage my body with wet hands.

I'm silent now because there is no way to make him stop and I don't want to abase myself more than necessary. Fuck yourself, man. My arms start hurting but I can't shift and it seems Viggo has no intention of changing anything. For a short moment there is nothing happening. I can't feel his hands anymore, no speaking and no laughing. I wait, trembling nervously.

And here it is. I moan in surprise when Viggo's finger enters me.

[Viggo]
I watch him closely while my finger slides into the warm and tight opening. He moans. Good. For a moment, I let it rest there, carefully widening the flesh around it, the muscle that automatically tries to fight the abrupt invasion.

"Relax." I whisper, "You'll get used to it."

He's trembling. Nevertheless, I try to enter him more, to part the narrowness around me, but stop when I hear him pant.

"Vig... I can't... I can't..."

"Shhhh... Don't fight it. You can, believe me."

His resistance makes my cock throb painfully, and for a split second, I feel like replacing my finger with it and shove into him hard and restless, but I back up and take a deep breath, instead. Slowly, Viggo, he's never done that before. No need to hurt him.

I feel my heartbeat and I feel the flesh around my finger slowly relaxing, giving way for me to go further. I close my eyes as I enter him more, carefully adding a second finger. He moans, gasps, but at the same time, presses himself against me. So hot, so tight... so arousing!

"Good boy, Orlando... just let go... feel it, enjoy it..."

I'm almost there, and the moment my finger reaches the spot I was headed for a cry cuts through the silence of the room. His hole body starts to shake, to shiver, and I feel his knees giving in, so I grab his hips to hold him still.

"Viggo... what..."

"I told you you'd like it!"

He's panting and I slowly leave the spot afraid he could faint.

"Yes Elf-boy, you've never felt something like that, have you!"

My voice is husky, and the thought of touching it again, rubbing it, and making him come just by the moves of my fingers almost drives me mad. It's so tempting... and I can't wait to hear him scream in ecstasy, to beg for me to go on... to..

"Vig.. please..." Hell, he is already begging... But not enough.

I touch it again, just slightly, but instantly he groans and presses himself against me, longing to increase the intensity.

"More?" I tease him, "Do you want more?"

When he remains silent, I let my finger slide over it, feeling the flesh and carefully stroking it. Then I draw back. He's shaking all over, but I just smile.

"More?"

"Viggo..."

"Say it, Elf-boy! I will give you more but you will have to ask for it."

He's cursing, but still, no begging. I know he's on the edge, and it won't take much longer, and just the sight im dim drives me crazy. What a perfect body!

Again, I touch it, but this time I’m hard and demanding. And whimpering he gives in.

"Vig, please... go... on."

"Go on?"

I laugh.

"What EXACTLY do you want me to do?"

He‘s groaning, and I know he's already close to coming. But I won't let him.

"Say it!"

"Damn!... Dammit Viggo, do... it!!"

"It?" I repeat pitilessly.

"Damn... fuck you!.. Fuck... me.."

With an evil smile, I stroke it once more, but when I feel his body stiffening, his muscles contracting, I draw back and remove my fingers. Again he cries, but this time out of agony.

"No!.. Don't..."

"No?" I push him away from me, so that he's lying flat on the bed.

"NO?" I repeat angrily. "Orlando, you're straight, don't you remember? You said it... you insisted on it. And now you want me to fyou?you?!"

He's gasping for breath, unable to control his body, but still desperately trying to.

"So, what do you want, Orlando? Say it!"

I feel my own erection getting harder, almost unbearably hard as I watch him lying there, tearing at the cable to free his hands... to be able to touch himself where he needs it most... to finally find release. But he can't. And again, I smile. This is where I wanted him... helpless and desperate. And in agony. And now, it's time to play...

[Orlando]
He is in me. No, not correct... his finger is in me. But I doubt that this makes any difference. I don't want this. I fucking don't! I hear my own husky moan while Viggo remains without any movement to wait and to watch me. I can
feel his gaze. Keep silent, Bloom! I'm trembling, my whole body does. And I hear his voice whispering. He orders me to relax. Damn funny, Viggo. He promises that I will get used to it. What bullshit! Before I can say anything I feel Viggo's finger rush forward in me, deeper and demanding.

With a feeling of agony I shout out loud. "Vig... I can't... I can't..."

Bloody hell, why can't he understand this? The finger feels strange and weird. I know that Viggo won't stop whatever I will tell him. And I know as well that it will hurt if I will keep on fighting although I have never done this before. I know it.

Come on, Bloom, concentrate. It will work. Concentrate and relax. You learned it at Guildhall. Concentrate. After a moment I feel my muscles around his finger relax and open for him. It feels better now, new, interesting... good. I magine how Viggo's face looks like right now. I moan again and gasp a little as Viggo adds a second finger. The bindings doesn't allow a lot of movement but they do give a little. So I press back against him. I don't do it because I want to. I do it because my damn body does it its-self.

"Good boy, Orlando..."

I can't hear the rest of his words anymore as in the same moment something happens. I don't know what it is. But Viggo does something to me. Touches something in me. Reaches an unknown point. I cry out loud and I fucking don't care if anybody can hear me. The trembling stops. I'm shaking now. All the strength of my body seems to left me. There is just this new feeling running through my body. Fuck, what is happening?

"Viggo... what..."

I can't end my question. All I get from Viggo is a quite and wicked laugh. "I told you you'd like it!"

I would like it? Hell, I'm panting and moaning and gasping because a man... a man! ... is penetrating me. That is more intense than anything I shared with a woman. More! I want more. He lets go of this new spot. No, Viggo, don't... more! Hell, keep silent, Bloom! I tell myself again but it takes only a few seconds and again my body reacts against my will. I hear myself asking for more.

"Vig... please..."

I can feel Viggo stiffening behind me when I hears my words. He touches me again but just lightly. Not enough. I press myself against his fingers to get more of this feeling. I need more of it. It's like a drug. The sound of my moans change. No surprise or anger or resistance anymore. They are full of lust and need. This bastard is teasing me. He doesn't give me what I need now. He wants to hear it. Filthy human, you can wait as long as you want I will not beg. I need release, oh yes, I do. But I'm very aware that Viggo needs it too. Probably more than I do. I try to ignore my shaking and hurting body and keep silent again.

But not for long. Viggo is touching me again but different from what I have expected. It is hard and demanding now... and even better. Keep silent, Bloom, keep ...

"Vig, please... go... on." I said it. Fuck. I begged.

Alright, so go on now, Viggo. But all I get is again this dominant laughter.

"Go on? What EXACTLY do you want me to do?"

I groan in anger as he demands that I say it.

"Damn!... Damn Viggo, do... it!"

I can feel my face burning. Again it's not enough. I take a deep breath and my voice sounds deeper than normally.

"Damn... fuck you! ... Fuck... me..."

Here it is. I said it. Fuck me. For a second I remain motionless. I can't believe it. I really said it! Shit. You are so straight, you fool. Fuck. Who cares? Viggo strokes this secret point again, that is all I need. But before I can enjoy it and give in he draws back and removes his fingers.

"No! Don't..."

He pushes me away from him roughly and his voice becomes angry again.

"Orlando, you're straight, don't you remember? You said it... you insisted on it. And now you want me to fuck you?!"

He's right. I hate it when he's right. I'm still gasping and trembling. I try to sort out my thoughts, to say something that makes sense but I can't. I'm not gay. I know that. I fucking know it! But I want, I need him to fuck me right now.

"So, what do you want, Orlando? Say it!"

I can't say it. I know it, but I cannot say it.

I'm tearing at my bindings to free my hands. I need to touch the hurting flesh between my legs. Release it doesn't matter how. A great fuck, blow job, hand job... just release! Please... I know Viggo can see how much I need that but he doesn't help me. Somehow I know he is smiling, wicked and evil.

He is still behind me. I can't see him but I remember him standing in front of me, his hard cock so close to my lips. I remember his scent, his taste, his look. I'm crying now. I don't know why exactly... need, lust, insecurity, fear. I don't want him to leave me alone but I don't want to beg either. I never do this. For anything. But normally I don't cry either. I want to stop it but I can't. I can feel the hot wetness of my tears on my face and I savour the salty taste on my lips. My heart beats fast and I can breath hardly at all. It feels like I will choke. I can't cry and breathe at the same time but I can't stop either. I'm still trembling and I feel weak. I feel like a helpless child and I hate it. I'm not crying, quite, anymore. I can't hold it back. I'm sobbing loudly and uncontrollably.

On simple word hammers in my mind: Beg!... Again and again I can hear this fucking pleading word. Beg. And there is something else: Do it. I manage to turn my face to look at Viggo. He is just standing there, not moving, just watching me. But this wicked smile left his face and his expression is more serious now. I'm sure that he won't let me go and that he still waits until I plead before he will go ahead with any further actions but something has changed. While I look back at him and see his aroused body and Viggo's rock hard cock I know simply that it must nearly hurt. I know Viggo. He would never ever do anything. Damn Mr. Perfect Operator control. Couldn't you just finish what you've started? Before I can think about this longer I hear myself whisper something.

"Please, Vig... Come here and fuck me properly... I need you... your cock... inside me."

I can hardly speak as I'm still crying. Viggo isn't moving.

"You're right, I'm wrong... please... I..."

I take another deep breath and close my eyes.

"Please... I beg on my knees for it."

It's out. I fucking said it.

It's disgusting. My bottom position, Viggo's dominance, what I said right now, what I feel, what will follow now. I know I need it. I want it to happen but still there are doubts in me. I don't know how it will feel, if I will like it. I fear that I begged just to get the release I need so badly. I still have my eyes closed and I don't dare to open them again. I can hear a noise but I'm not sure what it was. Must be Viggo. Another noise. Sounds like someone opens a drawer. Open your eyes, chicken! What I see is not what I expected. Again Viggo stands in front of me, naked and aroused. Hell, I need him. I bend forward a little to kiss his cock again but he doesn't let me.

"Stop that, Orlando!" He pushes me away and takes my chin in his hand so that I can't look away. "You want a fuck, right? A real fuck... then stop this."

He lets go and I watch him silently. I need his cock and I don't want to make any fucking mistake which will make him angry again. He stands in front of me and touches his already hard cock. His moans are ear-piercing and I love to hear him. I'm just watching and listening. He strokes his shaft a few times with one hand. He holds something in his other hand. I can't see what it is exactly. Viggo stops his movements. He takes the little wrap between his lips and opens it with his teeth. His lips hold something quite carefully and in the same moment I see the coloured thing I know what it is.

With one hand Viggo holds his cock while he puts the rubber on top and roll it off down the shaft. I hate this kind of stuff.

"What are you doin', Viggo?!" My voice sounds a little desperate.

"What does it look like? I use a condom."

He wants to show me a real fuck with a condom? Wrong. I get pissed.

"Don't! I hate this damn kinda stuff..." Viggo pauses and looks at me. I can seen the wildness and anger in his eyes rising again and his voice sounds icy.

"Don't? ... You must be joking, Orlando. I love my life. I won't fuck you without this.... you are the one fucking around all the time, remember? I won't run into troubles because of you, you little slut. Got that?"

I stare at him but his words shut me up.

[Viggo]
He's crying. I can't believe it. Orlando, the cool dude who gets anyone, plays with anyone and fools around with every girl he sees, is crying. He really is desperate by now. And he doesn't know how to stop this. The crying, the shaking... the need. Oh yes, he needs it. He wants it, but still, he doesn't beg. I watch him closely every move he makes, every change of expression in his beautiful face, the want in every single tear. And then... his tear broken voice...

"Please, Vig... Come here and fuck me properly... I need you... your cock... inside me."

It feels like a release, to hear his voice.. to hear the begging. But I want him to realize what I already know. That he is not straight. That he is attracted to me, and I want him to finally admit it. So I remain unmoved.

"You're right, I'm wrong... please... I..." He pauses. I...? " Please... I beg on my knees for it."

Here we go. He said it. A strange feeling gets hold of me. Like the calm before the storm, like the moment at the Academy Awards just before the host announces the winner. He did it. He begged. And it is up to me now to make the
next minutes the most unforgettable experience in his life. But wait... A sudden thought strikes me. He's not exactly what you call monogamous, and I know damn well that he's not the kind of man taketakes precautions. Dammit. I look at him. His eyes are closed, he's waiting for me to reward him for his begging. To fuck him.

Oh yes, Orlando, I will, don't worry, but not this way. I get up and sneak to the drawer beside the bed. There must be some left there. And yes, there are. I take one out and turn around, facing Orlando. At this moment, he opens his eyes and stares at me. Surprise in his deep brown eyes, a puzzled gaze, yet still full of hunger. Instantly, I feel my cock throbbing. How I long to be inside him, to feel him, to hear his moans again. He is so close now.. his mouth reaches for my cock, and the memory of his lips kissing it sends shivers down my spine. But no.

"Stop that, Orlando!" I grab his chin and stare at him. "You want a fuck, right? A real fuck... then stop this."

I let go of him and take a step back. Then I close my hand around my cock and rub it gently, to stimulate it for the condom. He watches me silently. And I watch him. Every motion of his eyebrows, his amazement and the want, that gets even more obvious as I hear myself moaning. I know the effect my voice has on him, and I just love that helpless look on his face. It's almost more stimulating than my movements.

Slowly, I let go of my cock and open the wrap with my teeth. Without looking at him, I unfold it and roll it over my cock. He's irritated.

"What are you doin', Viggo?!"

"What does it look like? I use a condom." I knew he wouldn't like the idea of it. But I don't care. This is not about what he likes or doesn’t like.

"Don't! I hate that damn kinda stuff..."

Now, this is too much Elf-boy. Don't?? Is he kidding me?!!

"Don't?" I snap angrily. "You must be joking, Orlando. I love my life. I won't fuck you without this.... you are the one fucking around all the time, remember? I won't run into trouble because of you, you little slut. Got that?"

He is about to reply but changes his mind.

He knows I'm right. He IS a slut. I admit the best looking slut I ever met, but still a slut. The thought of that brings an evil grin to my face. Right now, he is MY slut. My good-looking, eager and extremely aroused slut. Smiling, I let my eyes move over his naked body. And I realize that without my noticing, my plans for him have changed. It's not about punishing him anymore, it's not about showing him what it's like to be used,... not even about being straight or not. It's about what he REALLY wants, and what can give him real pleasure and release. It's about fulfilment.

Oh yes, Elf, fu, fulfilment. The sweet sensation that only a man can give you. I cherish the look of his body one more time, before I turn away and retake my position behind him.

"Now, Orlando..." I whisper, as I lean over him and let my hands move over his back, caressing his soft skin, "now... let me show you what you've missed all along."

My hands stroke over his shoulders, down his sides to his hips. Carefully, I lift him up and let him take the position on his knees again. He is trembling again, knowing what I'm about to do. Longing, waiting. My hand searches for the little bottle again, opens it, and I feel the cold oil on my cock, even through the rubber. Two, three strokes, and I'm ready for him. Ready to enter him.

"Relax."

I can hardly hear my own voice over the hammering sound of my heartbeat. And then... I feel the tightness of his opening, as I slowly enter him. My hands are on his hips, holding him still to keep control of the steady movement, and my own moans mix with his agitated cry.

"Viggo!"

I know he's in pain, but I also know it will soon pass, so I go on and shift my cock further into him, steady and strong. Oh my god... stop thinking Viggo... just feel... he will be alright. No thinking. Let your body take over.

Another cry, another moan, but I'm too far already to hold back. I want him. Badly. And this is even better than I expected. He's moving now, taking up my rhythm, and with one strong move I'm fully in him. Damn, this is good. The
tightness, the heat, I draw back, just a little, only to shove into him again. And again... and again. And again. Harder.

I feel his flesh around me, his flesh under my fingernails. No more thinking. Just moving, shoving, hammering. God, Orlando!

"Orlando!"

I feel myself speed up, hear the sound of flesh on flesh, feel his butt rocking against me, and the heat in my veins spill over. I'm ready to explode and nothing in the world could stop me now. Want, need... uncontrollable lust, my whole world is fixed on my cock now. On him, on my pretty little slut. No more thinking.


[Orlando]
When I shut up I see again an evil grin on Viggo’s face. Damn, what is thinking right now? Bet, that his thoughts circle still around this slut thing. But still his expression has changed. Looks like he has changed his mind about all of this here, Good. Can't get worse, right? Doesn't matter anyway, I can't do anything. I can still hear the bitter sounds of the fearful weeping which escape my throat.

He is behind me again. I can feel the heat of his body so close to me.

"Now, Orlando..."

Sounds like a sinful promise and his voice brings me nearer to the edge again. No wonder that everyone loves when Viggo reads his poems himself. That voice is... pure sex. Another tremor runs through my agonised body and I want to shout out loud my need when I hear Viggo’s promising words.

“Now... let me show you what you've missed all along."

His hands stroke me. Everywhere. He touches my scar. I try to draw aside but I can't. His hands are on my hips now. God. He lifts me up. I can't do it myself. I can't even think. I fear, if I start thinking I would learn what really happens here. I don't want to.

I just wait. Concentrating. Breathing.

I feel Viggo between my legs. He parts them further with his knee and as soon as I recognise what he's doing my breath quickens. I know what comes next. Bloody hell, all those virgin girls out there must feel like this before they
sleep with a boy. All those women which get raped must feel like this just the moment before it happens. I remember big frightened eyes in the dark of the night train. Fuck.

Viggo reaches for the bottle. The magic liquid which is necessary, which will help me, make it easier.

"Relax."

Yes, it will be easy, no hurt, no pain, easy. I feel the tip of his cock on my opening. I try to stay calm, to breath and relax. I won't hurt. He enters me, slowly, his hands on my hips to control me. Keep relax. It won't hurt. There won't be any pain.... fuck!

"Viggo!"

I cry out loud. It hurts. I'm not fucking relaxed. It's not easy going. I hear him moan. Stop that! Go away and leave me alone. Stop that! It hurts. Again I try to draw aside but again I can’t as Viggo’s grasp is hard as steel.

I want him to tell that I need a moment but I can't. I try to breath and to relax while he is shoving deeper in me. I doubt that he heard me shouting his name. Seems like he is in his own little world full of lust and need and fucking now. I'm in pain but he doesn't care. Probably he knows that it will feel better? Probably I have to work with him not against him? Again I take a deep breath and try to relax. Try to do what Viggo told me just minutes before.

He fills me. I feel so ... full. I can’t find an expression for it. And it hurts. It still hurts and I'm still not relaxed. Fuck. Why didn't I stayed in Ian's room? Your own fault, Bloom. It was you who left that silent room full of peace. It was you who wanted another drink. It was you who wanted fun. And it was you who did that to this girl. Fuck. How did he find out? He still goes ahead... penetrates me, enters me, fills me. I won't be able to walk tomorrow, not a single step.

Another deep breath and fresh air fills my lungs. I'm exhausted from the crying and the pain but I force myself to move.

He grasps my hips even tighter and with another move he is in me. Completely. I pant for air. It feels as if he would break me, impale me. As soon as I start moving new energy takes possession of Viggo. His movements speed up and unlike what I had thought, from what I had hoped, it still hurts. It hurts more. Stop! Fucking stop it, Viggo! Only after a few more movements I notice that I shouted it out loud.

"Stop!"

But he doesn't stop. He isn't himself anymore. Viggo, the poet, the calm actor, the father turned into a wild and insane animal. I'm crying again as the pain overwhelms me. And then... it's over. Not over. Viggo is still in me, moving, not noticing me, lost in his own world, his mind filled with his cock between his legs, in me. But there is no pain anymore.

I moan again as I can now really FEEL. Don't stop.

I move with him. I take his rhythm and move. Back and forth. God, yes, this feeling good... this is feeling so different from what I've felt yet. There is really someone in me. A cock in me. The thought itself is ridiculous. Fuck. Viggo's movements quicken and with every thrust he hits the magic point in me. It makes me whimper but it's still not nough. His cock in me... the touch on this point... not enough. I need him touching my own rock hard arousal. It feels that it would explode in a few seconds. Hell, Viggo, touch me. There. I focus my thoughts on the words I want to say while Viggo fucks me. Fucks me hard.

"Viggo... touch..." Damn. I take another deep breath. "Touch my bloody cock!"

It's out. As soon as I spoke the words all I can do is gasp again as he penetrates me from two sides now. One of his hands reaches out and closes tight around my shaft. Wherever I move - back or forth - I feel him. I move against his hand or against his cock. Yes! That's good. I move with him, against him. Our moans and gasps are getting louder and fuse. Our voices are doing the same as our bodies. Fucking.

I feel his tension and how close he is. His thrusts are getting rougher, harder, more violent. The harder he pushes in me the more I'm trembling under the feeling. I feel used but I don't mind. Not anymore. I want it never to stop. More Viggo, don't stop. My face is still wet from the tears but I can't cry anymore. I can just feel.

[Viggo]
What was that? Stop?? Hell, I will NOT stop, Orlando! I won't, I can't.... I don't want to. He's in pain, I know it, he must be... but I will not stop. I feel myself moving faster, thrusting harder, filling him deeper... so deep, so hot... so wonderfully tight around my cock. What is he thinking! His body still tries to fight me, my cock in him, but at the same time HE wants me to go on. I can feel it, I hear it. He moans. He whimpers. He whines. And - he moves with me.

I thrust harder into him, again and again, and then I hear his gasping voice...

"Viggo... touch..."

Yes, Elf-boy, I know what you want. You want more... the pain is over and now you want release. Release!

"Touch my bloody cock!"

My own moans mix with his, as I take my hands off his hips and close one of them around his cock. Yeah... good boy... so hard, so aroused. I squeeze it tight, feel the blood pulsing in it, while I go on shoving and pushing into him. He's between me now... and I'm the one who controls his every move. My hand around his erection, my cock inside him, my own arousal getting unbearable. So good.. so perfect.

Heat. Heat around my cock, heat in my hand, heat all over my body. Fuck... my mind goes blank. No more thinking. Just fucking. Feeling and fucking. Another thrust, another moan, louder, harder... so close... so close to coming now. Fire and sweat all over me - I'm going to burn if I don't come now... My hand tightens around his cock. Just once more... just once... one more move and... - I hear myself crying out loud. Was it his name? Or just a moan - I don't know. All I know is the feeling of release... Finally.

My hand is still around his cock. I feel the blood, the need... the shaking, I hear his moans. And with one last effort, I stroke his cock and shove into him one last time, far enough to reach the spot... to take him over the edge...

[Orlando]
I hear Viggo’s cry and I can hear again the wild animal. It’s kinda of a shock when I feel him climaxing in me. How intense must it be when you can feel the hot liquid in you. Fill you even more. Fucking condom.

He is shaking too, now, and I love this pulsating feeling deep in me. Before I can enjoy what I feel or before I can really realise what happened, Viggo start a sexual attack. His grip around my cock tightens, so much I want to scream in ecstasy and surprise. He strokes my cock once again and at the same time he pushes hard in me, deeper than he did before.

Viggo in me, pulsating and twitching, touching this particular point, his hand on my cock, stroking it again with his tight grip, and after all the crying and begging, after all the hurt and the desire, this is more than I can stand anymore.

I hear myself whimpering again and it feels like I’m exploding. No, wrong. I am fucking exploding. Right into Viggo’s hand. The seed spills over his hand and I can feel it on my stomach and on my legs. I’m trembling violently, but I feel great.

None of the girls I fucked were able to make me feel like this.

Viggo withdraws from me and I wanna scream. I feel ... lost. Something important is missing now and it makes me feel so damn low. I want him still to be there but I can’t do or say anything to get him back. Only a soft sigh escapes from my throat.

Viggo entwines his arms around my exhausted body. He tilts to the side and I fall with him. We are lying on the bed now. Hell, that’s fucking uncomfortable. My hands are still bound together. It hurts. My wrists are abraded. I want him to free me right now, but I need to take another deep breath before I can talk again. My voice sounds still husky and is no more than a whisper.

“Please... free me.”

I turn my head and look at Viggo for the first time now. The man who fucked me.

[Viggo]
I feel his body shaking as he climaxes under me. I feel the hot liquid in my hand, and I hear his whimpering voice. I can also feel his muscles contracting around my cock, and carefully, I draw back, before the condom can slide off. I,
too, am trembling now as my climax declines and my body cries out for peace and recovery. So I wrap my arms around him and make us drop onto the bed. I take off the condom and throw it away, not caring where, before I turn to Orlando and look at him.

He's twitching and turning, and I realize he is still bound to the post. Poor guy. I should've unbound him, but then again if I did...

"Please... free me."

His whispering voice suddenly makes my heart ache. And with that, everything that happened, everything I did, suddenly appears in a completely different perspective. It was me who bound him, me who fucked him. And it is me who is now failing in justifying what I did.

He looks at me. I see his eyes - deep brown eyes. And I can also see irritation. Hell yes, he must be irritated. More than anything else. And to be st..st.. am am I. But I'm the last to admit it.

[Viggo + Orlando]
"Free you?...." Viggo repeats amused. "Yeah, I guess now you really enjoyed what you just did...?"

He smiles and lets his gaze walk over Orlando's body.

"Really? Just... do it, Viggo... my hands and arms hurt like hell."

Orlando tries to move a little but stops when a wof uof uncomfortable pain washes through his arms and shoulders again. A quiet moan escapes from his lips.

Viggo looks at him, with a strange expression in his blue eyes.

"I know..." he says concerned and unbinds him.

He throws the cable on the floor and turns back to Orlando.

"Thanks.. by the way, what did *I* do?"

He looks at his first male lover and lifts an eyebrow, looking quite tired and exhausted still.

"Yes sweet, what *you* did." Viggo explains grinning, "It was you who wanted it, remember? You begged for it."

"But..." Orlando starts to protest. "I did actually nothing at all... it was you!"

Viggo's eyes narrow. “It was me who fucked you. Right. But it was you who asked for it. Never mind now...." He looks at Orlando's wrists, pauses, then back to his face. "But tell me... you liked it, didn't you?”

Orlando blushes and struggles. "Well, honestly..." But he doesn't say anything. He is worried to say it, to speak it out loud, to admit it. So he remains silent.

"Yeah, you did..." He lifts his hand and strokes gently over Orlando's face. "Don't you think it's about time you admitted it?"

"I did. I... liked it. Happy with that?"

“Happy?”

Viggo frowns, surprised by the coldness in Orlando's words. Then he decides that it might be time to stop playing cool. To be honest with him.

“Well," he starts, "I loved it. It was not what I have intended in the first place you know?”

He continuous to stroke Orlando's face, not taking his eyes off him.

“I wanted to teach you a lesson. But it turned out to be a different kind of lesson than I expected.”

Orlando sighs again as he hears Viggo’s words and feels his touch. This much more tender touch than minutes ago. He leans into his lover's caresses.

"A different kind of lesson?"

He looks up leery and critical.

“Well... I guess you learned something. about yourself tonight.”

"Yeah.. what pain is I've learned."

Orlando feels the anger growing again in him. He loved it at the end, but Viggo knew the pain he was going through before and he didn't care. He feels strange. Not really himself. He feels like someone else. Different. He doesn't want that, but at the same time there is something he enjoys in the feeling. In what they did before.

The expression in Viggo's eyes suddenly changes.

"I'm sorry, Orlando." he says quietly. "I know it must've hurt like hell.”

"You know? You fucking knew so why the hell didn’t you stop when I told you to do so??" The elf is getting angrier and he wants to sit up.

Viggo holds him back, anger rising in his voice.

“Do you really want to know that? I mean..." He pauses, searching for the proper words. "Do you really want to know why I couldn't help myself? Why I got carried away? "

He stares at Orlando, torn between anger and the need to touch him. To feel him.

"Dammit, I couldn't turn back. I wanted you, and I still do.”

Orlando looks at Viggo, still leery, but he sinks back. He is too exhausted and confused to fight against anything. "Sounds kinda... weird, Viggo. Weird, like this whole situation... tell me." He whispers. "Please."

Viggo feels each of Orlando's words going straight to his heart. “I know, I know..." he says, trying to comfort him with his words. "You're confused... you must be." He runs his hand over Orlando's face, wipes away a strand of his hair. "I'm gonna tell you." He lowers his voice and whispers, "You're different, you know?“

Orlando shakes his head in disbelief. He doesn't want it to belief. "I'm not... I'm... " He falls silent helplessly.

"You're not like the others, Orlando."

Viggo meets his eyes, trying to show him, to express what he wants to tell him. What he wanted him to know all along.

"You're deep, honest and true to yourself. You do what you like ... and..." he smiles, "you're good at that."

He pauses, trying to figure out how to tell him. But all he comes up with is a metaphor.

"You're like the morning fog that isn't aware of the sun that's gonna blow it away as soon as the morning comes. It's just there and enjoys itself on the soft green grass.”

That's it. Orlando is miles away from understanding what Viggo wants to tell him. He is nearly crying again.

"You want to tell me, I'm stupid and naive."

He looks down.

"No!!" Viggo protests, confused and outraged.

How can Orlando think such a thing! He cups his chin in his palm and lifts up his head to look at him.

“No, sweet,.... at aat all!”

He moves closer.

“You're the best thing that happened to me in a long time.... you're wrong.. completely wrong...”

He breathes a soft kiss on his cheek.

“You're not naive..." he whispers and kisses him again. “You're not stupid...”

He closes his eyes, his lips touch him again, soft and caressing, nearing his mouth.

“You're wonderful..." Viggo's voice is breaking, so he stops and kisses Orlando's lips instead.

Orlando relaxes by and by and starts rejoin the slightly kisses.

"Wonderful..." He sighs into the kiss. "...sounds good...."

He starts caressing Viggo's chest cowardly.

"Sounds very good."