Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog
Type: RPS
Author: Foofy
Pairing: SB/VM/OB
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Never happened. Characters are not an accurate representation of the actors in any way, shape or form, and are not making a statement on actual sexual preferences. In short, it’s all lies.
Warnings: Contains BDSM and possible non-consensual sexual situations. Fluffy fans beware.
Description: Viggo and Orli have a thing going, and intend to get Sean involved up to the brink.


Sean was giddy with relief Viggo’s intended destination didn’t involve the equipment room, or the “gym” as they seemed to refer to it. Rather, Viggo steered them into what was obviously their usual bedroom, which was tastefully decorated in restful colours and had no indication of its owner’s personal tastes.

Viggo waited until the other two had entered the room, and carefully shut the door with a click. Sean noted the lack of key turning in the lock, which at least was a step forward. He jumped suddenly as he felt Orlando’s hand grab his arse, a movement that had also attracted Viggo’s attention. An obviously hard smack landed on Orli’s backside, Viggo seizing the younger man’s shoulder and pushing him hard towards a chair.

Orlando stumbled towards the chair, and gave a sorrowful and pleading look back towards Viggo. Viggo glared at him, Sean glancing from one to the other doubtfully.

“ You. Sit. Now,” There was a definite no nonsense tone to Viggo’s voice. Orli perched himself on the chair and looked mournfully at them. Viggo frowned at him, irritated that his puppy should choose now of all times to start becoming rebellious. However, that could be sorted later. He turned back to face Sean, whose eyes slid back to the figure in front of him.

“ Nervous?” he whispered. Sean hesitated slightly before giving a slight nod. Viggo smiled in satisfaction, and cupped Sean’s chin ag bri bringing the blonde closer and giving him a lingering kiss.

Sean froze briefly, before regaining control over his body and hesitantly kissing back. He could feel Viggo smile against him as the kisses grew stronger, just as he could hear his own heart pound in his ears, so loudly that he suspected that Viggo could also hear it. His breathing was also not functioning properly, becoming ragged and quicker as Viggo pulled away, a faint smile on his lips.

“ Good boy,” he heard murmured in his general direction. Viggo ran a hand through Sean’s hair, and brought him back for a second round. Sean wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the situation; it was still an incredibly weird feeling another man so close, not to mention the tongue flickering over his and the hard scratchiness of stubble against his face. Not that the more perverted areas of his psyche were not enjoying this immensely, and apparently they had say over what happene the the trouser department as well.

With the little brain space he had left that was not occupied by other matters, Sean finally made a decision. If he was in, he was going to be in all the way, god damn it; wanton whores would have nothing on him.

This might hurt a bit.

On the plus side at least he got to see Viggo’s confusion as the blonde fought back for dominance over the kissing and general action. Sean had managed to push Viggo back slightly before the artist regained his senses and reclaimed his authority, shoving Sean onto his back on the bed. He forced Sean’s hands to the side, and looked at him through narrowed eyes thoughtfully, both parties slightly out of breath.

“ Orlando,” he said in a low voice. Orli perked up immediately. “ Go fetch the kit,”

Viggo watched with a look of amusement at the slightly nervous expression crossing Sean’s face as Orli bounced from the room.

“ So you think you can take over?” he asked softly. “ I admire your bravery,”

Sean’s eyes slid to watch the door as Orlando returned far too quickly, carrying what appeared to be the same black bag that Viggo had brought to his trailer seemingly years ago. Viggo felt the man’s muscles stiffen underneath him as the thought registered.

Orlando waited patiently by the bedside, happy to be involved even if he had a suspicion he might not have been entirely forgiven yet. Viggo didn’t move his gaze from the blonde underneath him.

“ Cuffs,” Sean heard. There was a clunking sound as Orli rummaged through the bag – far too many metallic sounds there! – and a pair of handcuffs were produced. Sean considered attempting to shift his arms when Viggo was distracted, but this brief window of opportunity was denied to him as Viggo simply dragged Sean slightly further up the bed and raised his hands for Orlando to cuff, fixing Sean to the metal headboard with relative ease.

Viggo moved off the bed and gave the imprisoned man another trademark thoughtful look. Sean didn’t bother to give the cuffs even a testing tug; these ones sounded like they meant business, which was an incredibly scary thought. He couldn’t help but tense as Viggo put the palm of his hand flat on Sean’s chest.

“ Do you like this t-shirt?” was the quiet query. Sean narrowed his eyes in vague bewilderment.

“ Why-“ He was silenced by the sudden appearance of a pair of sewing shears from the ever productive bag that was still being held by Orli, looking all the world for a olde times medical practicitioner. Sean froze. Which was probably a good thing under the circumstances as Viggo slid the scissors under the bottom of the t-shirt and started to cut in a straight line from crotch area to collar. Sean could occasionally feel the icy cold touch of the metallic shears against his naked stomach as each cut was made. The t-shirt was then sliced from the slit to the end of each sleeve, allowing it to completely fall off.

Viggo cocked his head and looked at the blonde in front of him thoughtfully. The shears were rested against Sean’s chest, pointing at his right nipple. Viggo met the increasingly terrified stare of the man underneath him without a flinch.

“ And how do you think I should teach you who is boss?” Viggo said lightly, opening the shears with a silky hiss of metal and carefully capturing Sean’s nipple in its mouth. Sean’s panic increased 100%.

“ You’re boss! I’m sorry!”

“ I can hear some insincerity in your voice…,” mused Viggo.

“ No you can’t!!!!!” Sean shut himself up. “ I mean, I’m sincere! Honestly!”

Sean held his breath as the shears lightly gripped his extremely vulnerable nipple slightly tighter. A bead of sweat formed on his brow, as his gaze tried to plead with the slightly bored expression of Viggo’s. Viggo held the shears there a few more seconds, then moved them away to place carefully back in the bag. Sean’s outward breath was loud enough for them all to hear.

“ Don’t relax too soon, darling,” murmured Viggo. “ I want you nice and tense. However, first of all, I have other matters to attend to.”

He gave Orlando a sideways look. Orli flushed, and looked uncomfortable. Viggo idly relieved the younger man of the bag and placed it with utmost care on the bedside table, ensuring that the bag was opened at the right angle for objects to be removed.

“ Floor,” came the command as Viggo was still examining the bag. After the briefest of hesitations, Orlando sank to his knees on the rug, his eyes downcast on the floor, his breathing being to become shallower and more frequent. With a satisfied grunt, Viggo lifted an object from the bag and stepped away from it, testing it in his hands.

Sean could only see a limited amount without actually shifting his head, and the last thing he wanted was to draw any more attention to himself. He was feeling exposed enough. The room also seemed to be hotter, Viggo having unsurprisingly not opened any windows in case passer-by’s suddenly found the urge to call police for the odd scream or two.

Viggo slammed the riding crop in his hand, and eyed the figure kneeling on the floor.

“ You can watch if you like,” he remarked to Sean. Sean desperately wanted not to. However, there was obviously a dubious part of his mind which was fascinated and would not let Sean simply shut his eyes and think of nice thoughts like football. Oh no. That would obviously be too easy. Blast his mind.

Sean winced in sympathetic anticipation as he shifted slightly to watch Viggo stand behind Orli. The artist had again managed to turn back into his unemotional state.

“ T-shirt,”

The offending t-shirt was removed swiftly.

“ Do you know what you have done wrong,” It was not even a question.

“ Yes,” came the reply. Sean was impressed the younger man could speak. He himself would probably either be fuming with rage or scared out of his mind, neither of which was iculicularly beneficial to speech.

Viggo laid the riding crop on Orli’s back, the young man flinching slightly at the introduction of rough leather against his muscles. Viggo looked up and met Sean’s gaze. The corner of Viggo’s mouth flickered up slightly in amusement, before lifting his arm swiftly and bringing the crop down hard.

Sean winced at the sound of the crop striking in a strange clap noise, the half yelp followed by a sharp indrawn breath from Orlando. His eyes were drawn back to Viggo who was still watching him steadily, as though the figure on the floor in front was of no concern to him.

Sean shut his eyes at the movement of the arm, which again was following by the sound of the crop hitting its target, the whimper, the breathing. Sean felt a distinct shudder work its way through his body, the dubious part of his mind apparently sated and allowing him to keep his eyes firmly shut.

“ Are we disturbing you?”

Sean almost jumped out of his skin at the feel of the whip tracing a line across his chest. He opened his eyes to see Viggo give him an almost concerned look. Sean ran his tongue over dry lips, and nodded. He so wished he could shut his eyes again, but his feeling of self preservation was happy to keep them open.

“ Orlando,” Viggo’s voice was amused again. “ I think our newcomer is worried you’re not enjoying yourself.”

“ I’m fine,” Orli was still in his position on the floor, although he glanced up at the bed. His voice was somewhat ragged, which wasn’t entirely unsurprising. Viggo gave Sean another amused look and went back to Orlando. Sean attempted not to flinch at every strike, but failed miserably. When the fact that the noises had stopped registered through his already busy mind he risked another look at the pair.

Orlando had apparently been forgiven, unless the next stage of the punishment was to be eaten whole by Viggo. The older man had moved himself into a position where he could bring Orlando into one of the more passionate kisses Sean had seen for a long time, a possessive hand wandering over Orli’s hip as though marking territory. Viggo pulled away, presumably for effect although Sean couldn’t rule out the simple need for air, and gave Orlando another assessing look. Orli looked back at him, eyes shining, eager and willing.

Sean swallowed again and tried not to move as Orli managed to interpret loo look that Viggo was sending him and sank to his knees, undoing the belt buckle skilfully. Viggo rested his hand on Orli’s shoulder, his eyes briefly meeting Sean’s in what was undeniably amusement, before shutting them as Orlando obviously got to his intended target. Sean’s position could not give him the best viewpoint, but he thought even his abused imagination could cope with the suggestions.

He could feel himself reacting quite happily as well; his trousers were feeling uncomfortably tight again, the throbbing currently at the annoying stage rather than all out desperate. Sean shifted awkwardly, trying to relieve at least some of the pressure as he had a sneaking suspicion this type of torture might continue for a while. Neither Orli nor Viggo looked in any hurry to complete what they had started. Orlando seemed to be savouring every lick and suck, and Viggo apparently had willpower of steel. The only indication of his tension was the hand slightly tightening on Orlando’s shoulder, and Sean wasn’t entirely sure that wasn’t an aspect of his imagination as well.

“ Good boy,” murmured Viggo in approval, his eyes meeting Sean’s again. Sean’s groin gave another almost painful throb at this, which was not assisted .. or rather, assisted a little too well, by the sight of Orlando moving gracefully to his feet and chancing his luck with another kiss. Apparently Viggo was in a generous mood and made no reference to this, his hands busy rebuckling his belt and readjusting his trousers.

“ Strip,” came the order aimed mildly at Orli, who obeyed immediately and in world record time, if they bothered to record such thingean ean swallowed again through a throat which had constricted immensely, the uncomfortable feeling in his trousers reaching painful proportions.

Viggo ran a hand through Orlando’s hair idly, then wandered towards the bed, carefully sitting on the edge whilst looking in interest at Sean. Sean almost shrank back by all this intensive inspection, also conscious of Orlando’s hungry eyes on him as well. The younger man seemed to be trembling to begin, shifting positions as though the floor was on fire.

“ You appear to be bored,” Viggo ran a hand over Sean’s still jeaned right shin, sliding it to Sean’s foot. With all the tingling sensations Sean was feeling from that, it was though Viggo had attached electrical cables. Obviously all it took was a nutter with a whip and a pair of handcuffs to make an innocent limb turn into nex next erotic area.

“ Me?” Sean tried to sound nonchalant, which was surprisingly successful considering his position. “ Nah.”

Viggo played idly with the hem of the jeans for a few more seconds. Sean didn’t know whether he should move, but he was sure he didn’t like the assessing qualities. He liked the jeans for a start, and any introductions of shears would mean he was walking home with a pair of someone else’s trousers. Not to mention a whole new way of walking.

Viggo finally stopped harassing the material and stood back up, stretching slightly. He turned to Orli, who was watching him keenly. Viggo nodded.

“ Get rid of them,” he ordered. Sean didn’t miss the spark that this caused in Orlando’s eyes, and he would have been entirely sensory-blind to miss the eagerness of the unbuttoning of the offending trousers. Sean lifted his hips to aid the younger man slid the jeans from his body, which ended up in a messy but still whole pile on the floor. At the raise of an eyebrow by Viggo, they ended up on a chair neatly folded. Yet another surreal moment in the world of surreal-ness.

The boxers suffered a worse fate, being introduced to the shears. Obviously such things were an affront to Viggo’s sensibilities by the almost lingering death he bestowed upon them; Sean stayed as still as possible as the cold metal of the sheers slid across his heated skin – thankfully along his hip rather than his more sensitive areas, and these were again ripped away from him in a similar manner to a magician whipping away a tablecloth under a pile of crockery.

Sean shifted uncomfortably again as the colder air hit him; Orlando was hovering around like a smaller shark at a feeding frenzy, whereas Viggo had apparently become bored himself and was simply rummaging around in the bag.

The silence was becoming even more unbearable than the prospect of what was next on the agenda. Sean eyed Viggo, then glanced towards Orli.

“ So, is anything actually going to happen or are we just hanging around for effect?” he asked finally. Sean was at least treated to a blankly stunned look from Orli, followed by one of the widest grins not on a crocodile. Viggo rested his full attention on the blonde.

“ You disapprove of preparations?” the older man asked softly. Sean was about to retort an answer, but was stopped by his mind having a very quick reaction and stopping his treacherous mouth from throwing him in any more dangerous waters.

“ Certain preparations,” he said finally. Viggo cocked his head to one side.

“ Really?” he drawled.

“ Yeah.” Sean was getting into the swing of this and gave Viggo a challenging look. “ Too much fussing around and not enough action. Some people might say you’re putting it off,”

“ And some people might say you’re being somewhat forgetful of your position,” Viggo’s voice had not moved from his polite tone, although the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees. “ Those same people might also comment that when one is being tied to a bed near someone who is more than willing to introduce a few pieces of equipment to one’s person, perhaps one should keep one’s mouth shut.”

“ Hmmm,” Sean shifted again, his bravery being questioned by the parts of him who liked the ability to move without wincing. Viggo watched him for a few more seconds silently, then glanced towards Orlando in apparent disapproval. Orlando picked this up like a radar, and immediately stopped staring quite so hungrily at Sean, his eyes obediently on the floor.

“ Apparently we’re not fast enough for certain people’s tastes,” Viggo stfromfrom the bed, addressing his comments to Orlando. The younger man didn’t make so much as a squeak as Viggo wandered towards him and ran his hand over Orli’s shoulder gently, feeling him tremble under his touch. Viggo smiled in lazy satisfaction, and pulled Orli into a slow and almost tender kiss before shoving him towards the bed roughly.

Orlando managed to stop the momentum before he crashed into Sean, and leaned against the bed, glancing once over his shoulder to examine Viggo’s expression and work out exactly whether this position was that desired. Apparently it was. Sean watched wide-eyed as Viggo practically sauntered over to Orli, pausing only to retrieve something from the bag before leaning across Orlando’s back, forcing the younger man to bend over slightly further to cope with the weight. There was the pop of a lid being flicked open, Viggo’s eyes resting in lazy amusement on Sean's before having to focus a little more on the situation as Orli gasped loudly. Even Sean could feel the initial jump through the mattress, and watched in rapt fascination as Orlando’s eyes slowly shut, his teeth nibbling his bottom lip as he controlled the moans. Viggo’s fingers apparently were hitting some impressive spots by all the trembling and movements.

Viggo growled something at the body beneath him, and there was another in-drawn breath; Viggo had now managed to position himself in a suitable way that he could keep his control over his pet whilst also allowing Sean to see what was once obscured. Sean swallowed as he worked out exactly how many fingers were already inside Orli, apparently casually twisting in a corkscrew manner whilst the participant moaned and shuddered against him. No wonder Viggo never wore any rings. By the aggressive nature of the penetration, Sean was surprised he wore a watch, considering the next logical step.

Orlando moaned and squirmed under the attention, nudging and thrusting back on the fingers, his eyes firmly shut. Sean watched in part disbelief as Viggo apparently decided enough was enough and unbuckled his trousers, releasing himself – and there seemed to be a hell of a lot of him to release if it was your arse on the line, thought Sean shakily - before lining up with the younger man in an offhand manner and simply slamming into him with a force that made Sean’s eyes water.

Orli’s back arched, his mouth frozen in a silent scream as Viggo began to thrust into him with no further ado or, indeed, much preparation at all. The vision had become obscured again, but Sean could feel every single thrust and tremble through the vibrations, all with added sound. Orlando had regained his voice, and was groaning and moaning in approval whenever he had the breath, although Viggo’s apparent attempt to reach his kidneys was ta a l a lot of the available air. Viggo himself was growling as well, something entirely unknown to Sean but what sounded suspiciously like the occasional Danish phrase that was spoken around the set. Heaven knows what it translated to, but Sean had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t “pass the ketchup”.

Hopefully.

Orlando gasped again, a half sob as Viggo pulled out and paused. Sean found himself holding his own breath as they both waited for Viggo to continue. Which didn’t happen. Orlando almost flopped onto the bed as Viggo suddenly and completely withdrew, moving away from the younger man.

Orli glanced fearfully over his shoulder, uncertain what was going on. Viggo seemed like a ray of calm but that didn’t mean anything. Sean exchanged glances with the extremely flushed and still panting young man, before both pairs of eyes followed Viggo as he strolled to his intended target of the bag.

“ Orlando,” he said casually. “ Open him up. No hands.”

Sean frowned in puzzlement, and glanced at Orlando who had regained the twinkle in the eye. There was a dip in the mattress as Orlando knelt on the side and rested his hon Son Sean’s hip. Sean could feel the fingers gently stroking the soft skin, even if some of it was still discoloured due to Viggo’s earlier punishments, before it tightened and gave a strong tug to indicate that Sean should roll over.

Sean felt another strong stab of unease at this, and glanced towards Viggo who was not paying them the slightest attention. The tug got stronger. Sean gathered his bravery again, mixed with a heady sense of pure lust, and swivelled over. He focused on the headboard immediately in front of his nose, his chin resting somewhat uncomfortably on the mattress.

“ Do I really have to be handcuffed?” he complained.

“ Yes.” Viggo didn’t even bother looking up.

Sean bit his tongue and almost bit it non-metaphorically as Orlando’s hands explored his backside a little too thoroughly; he was unable to keep from shifting uncomfortably as Orli’s finger ran gently down the cleft, causing him to shiver. There was a light amused chuckle from Orlando behind him, who had moved to straddle Sean’s legs and whose naked arse was now resting happily on the back of Sean’s lower thighs.

Orli shifted lower as his hands gently parted Sean, the older man trying not to do an Orpheus and glance over his shoulder for fear of what terrors he might encounter. Sean felt his own heartbeat increase in a most alarming manner in the incredibly long pause between Orlando slowly moving and that first touch of his tongue on an area that Sean had always considered a tongue-free zone.

Sean almost jumped half a mile at this warm wetness, unsurprisingly knocking Orli off his stride and almost unseating the young man altogether. Viggo had glanced up at the yelp, and was watching him in bemusement.

“ Something the matter?”

“ What … he .. ,” managed Sean, sounding for all the world like he had just run the entire Flora Marathon in under two minutes. Orlando managed to get a better seat on the back of Sean’s thighs, and watched Viggo for instruction.

“ If you’re jumping at that, perhaps we shouldgo ago any further,” Viggo’s tone was sarcastic. Sean’s anger bridled again and he re-settled down, Orli’s hands running back into position.

“ You okay?” Orli’s voice was softer than a whisper. Sean nodded. Orlando smiled and bent back down for the attack. Sean’s entire body stiffed as Orli circled the tight opening, his tongue gently lapping against him. Orlando’s hands had to tighten as Sean found himself unable to stop trembling and squirming as the carefully applied tongue continued. The lip was back to being bitten in an attempt to stop the initial moans from escaping.

Orlando had to force his weight down again as Sean jumped at the insertion of the questing tongue inside him, flickering gently and agonisingly, but soon growing in strength. Sean ground his erection against the bed sheets in frustration as the younger man tongue-fucked him with every bit of enjoyment and every bit of smug controller, occasionally pausing to force a frustrated groan from Sean’s lips.

Suddenly the warmth of Orlando across his legs and his arse vanished as the younger man sat back up. Sean, whose attention of the outside world was poor other than that which was invading his intimate personal space, was suddenly and painfully aware that Viggo had wandered over to the bed. Sean’s position meant that his vision was extremely limited, which was not helping matters.

A hand ran itself through Sean’s hair in the dog-petting motion.

“ Good boy,”

The hand trailed down Sean’s back and along his spine, causing him to tremble. Viggo murmured another thing in the foreign language, before calmly and without any warning whatsoever jammed a finger up Sean. Sean managed to change the girly scream into a surprised yell, and would have de-seated Orli if the younger man had not been ready for it.

Viggo’s finger had amazingly managed to stay with him through the jump, and was remarkably less odd than Sean would have imagined. The little circular motions, however, were certainly branching out into pure discomfort, although he was mortified to discover that there was a distinct part of him that craved more of this. And this was only one finger.

“ God, you’re tight,” murmured Viggo approvinglean ean groaned as the finger tried to increase its circling radius.

“ Please, just do the damn thing,” he growled out into the sheets. The finger paused.

“ Do?” Viggo’s voice was polite and curious. Sean hankered closer into the sheets.

” Do. Get on with it.” There was a sharp indrawn breath as another finger was roughly added. Viggo made a hmmmming noise in the back of his throat, and the fingers withdrew. Sean paused for a few seconds, then glanced over his shoulder in bewilderment. Viggo raised an eyebrow at him.

“ Something the matter?”

“ For God’s sake, Vig! Please!”

“ You’re not ready,”

“ Since when did that ever concern you?!”

Viggo shrugged. “ It barely concerns me now. However, I am a sucker for having men plead with me,”

Sean’s eyes slid towards Orlando, who was behaving himself remarkably considering exactly how close he was. Viggo’s hand resting lightly on the younger man’s shoulder soon solved that little mystery, and also the mystery why there was a particular sorrowful expression on Orli’s face.

“ So you’re just going to tie me up and that’s it?”

Viggo shrugged again, his hand moving to gently stroke Orli’s throat and neck. Sean’s brow furrowed.

“ And I thought you were good.” Sean snorted. “ Let me guess, haven’t got the energy?”

Viggo’s eyes took on their cold look but he said nothing. Orli, however, tensed at the feel of the tightening hand. Sean was too busy in his rant to notice.

“ All talk and no action! I can see exactly why they wanted you for Aragorn,” he continued. Viggo smiled grimly, his hand drifting from Orlando’s shoulder and back as he strolled back to the side of the bed. Sean barely watched him, still in the midst of his argument.

“ And furthermore-“ The sound of the whip slamming into Sean’s back managed to fill the entire room, then almost complete silence replaced it. Orli had straightened immediately at the introduction, and watched in grim fascination as a thin red line started to appear as if by magic across the blonde’s back. Sean’s ability to speak was entirely hampered, only managing light quick gasps as the pain started to flow into his surprised and abused nerves.

Viggo waited politely, the whip resting lightly in the palm of his hand. Sean rested his forehead on the mattress, trying to get what little control back.

“ You were saying?” Viggo prompted. Sean kept his eyes closed. There was a long paused, before Sean took a deeper breath and raised his head from the mattress.

“ Yes,” his voice was shaky but still strong. “ I was. Would you like me to continue?”

Viggo shrugged. “ By all means,”

Sean took another breath. “ Furthermore,” he continued, at first slowly but growing in strength. “ this is not what I had heard about you. I was expecting a little more.. impressive behaviour. Now I find you cannot even-“

Sean managed to bite down a yell as the whip fell again, this time on his lower back with a crack. Viggo raised an eyebrow.

“ Any more?” he asked politely. Sean’s breath was hissed through his gritted teeth. Viggo shrugged.

“ It’s interesting how one so against perverted behaviour seems to be desperate to get punishments aimed at him,” he mused lightly.

“ Fascinating,” managed Sean. Viggo gave a snort of amusement, and ran his hand through Sean’s hair. Sean didn’t want to think where that hand had actually been. In thee mae manner, in fact, as he didn’t want to think about the still happy and almost painful throb in his groin, the introduction of whips apparently having had no effect on his own increasing desires.

Sean could still feel Orli sitting on the back of his calves, although in a way that ensured against the possibilities of pins and needles. A supporting hand was resting on his right thigh, gently stroking him.

” Vig, please. I’m dying here,” he murmured in a voice that he wasn’t sure would even drift to Viggo’s hearing. Apparently it did as the older man’s hand moved from Sean’s hair to ran across his back to rest on his backside again.

“ I assume that’s not to be taken literally. Even I have my limits,”

“ Depends how long you take to get going,” Sean’s voice was definitely stronger. Viggo’s hand caressed him idly, in the same manner as though testing a peach for ripeness.

“ I still don’t-“

“ Please.” There was a definite hint of desperation in Sean’s voice. Viggo raised an eyebrow at Orli, who was also aiming a pleading and obviously over excited look towards him in support. Viggo rolled his eyes as if to indicate the foolishness of youth (even slight youth in comparison), and tightened his grip.

“ I feel that conditions must be inserted,” he said casually.

“ Insert away,” Sean’s body had automatically stiffened with the increased grip, his eyes shut as he waited. However, his voice sounded incredibly normal to his ears, which was slightly disturbing.

“ You will obey my commands immediately, without pause or thought.” Viggo’s hand had drifted slightly lower, one finger trailing patterns on the smooth skin of Sean’s left buttock.

“ Agreed,” Sean gasped as the finger gently slid towards his entrance.

“ You will learn to multi-task,”

“ Er.. agreed,” Sean had no idea what that was supposed to be implying, but with the finger gently stroking him his mind had other things to work out first. There was a satisfied noise from Viggo, who pulled away again and fiddled around with the handcuffs. With a click of the key, they fell away from Sean’s wrists, and were carefully put away in the bag.

Unnerved by his sudden freedom, Sean didn’t move apart from rubbing one os wrs wrists which had been slightly bruised by all the jerking against the unforgiving metal. He finally lo up up in confusion, pushing himself up to lean on his forearms to look back comfortably.

“ No talking,” instructed Viggo before Sean could open his mouth fully. Sean shut it obediently. There was a loss of warmth as Orli was pulled off Sean and made to stand on the centre rug. Sean frowned. This looked suspiciously like a fulormeormed plan was emerging.

“ Sean, here,” Back to the no nonsense tone. Sean slid off the bed and made his way cautiously to where the two were standing. A quick glance at Orli told him that the younger man had no idea what was going on either. Viggo seemed unconcerned, and gave a brief gesture towards Orli.

“ Kiss him,”

Sean, who had been expecting some list of filth to assault his ears, had to give Viggo a look to check he heard right. He had. Blimey. Well, at least he could do that. He was about to step forward when Orli seized the initiative and almost jumped on him, Sean having to take a step backwards to stop them both from crashing to the floor.

Orli’s hands were everywhere. Sean had to fight to put some dominance into his side of things, which was a bit of a shock seeming he was dealing with a submissive anyway. Sean controlled himself as Orli’s hands explored the raised whip marks on his back; as reward, Orli submitted to Sean’s tongue possessing his mouth. They ground against each other, both unwilling to move apart.

Sean almost jumped again as he felt Viggo step behind him, his hand on his shoulder. Then it was all a blur as Orli pulled him back into one of the hottest embraces he could remember, not that he could remember much when Orli’s hand was cupping the back of his head in control, his hand tight on his bruised buttock. Nor, indeed, with Viggo pressing against his back, the feel of cool denim against his arse and the back of his legs, Viggo’s mouth nipping the back of his neck.

Sean was aware of Viggo moving behind him, then a wet and slightly cold finger gently inserted itself inside him, Viggo’s mouth returning to the meal it had started. Orli grinned against Sean’s mouth as the tongue assault stopped suddenly. Sean groaned as another lubricated finger was inserted, grinding himself against Orli who seemed happy to be of use. Orlando had a particularly innocent expression as his own hands drifted downwards to gently stroke Sean’s arousal, causing Sean – who hadn’t been expecting it – to lean back onto Viggo’s fingers. The fingers immediately invited a third friend for a visit.

“ This… isn’t… fair!” groaned Sean.

“ Nope,” agreed Orli cheerfully, who then ran his tongue along Sean’s collarbone and tasting the salty sweat twas was covering every inch of Sean’s body. Viggo caught Orli’s eye over the blonde’s shoulder, and nodded once. Orlando grinned, and took a step backwards.

Sean looked puzzled yet warily at him, then suddenly felt the hand on his shoulder, firmly pressing down.

“ Hands and knees,” came the instruction. Sean’s eyes met Orli’s briefly, then he sank to his knees without a word, his breathing becoming more hard and ragged than previously. He felt entirely exposed and vulnerable, having no idea what the next item on the agenda was. Viggo was a man of many surprises, and the excited look on Orli’s face was not helping matters.

In a few seconds which felt like hours, Sean felt hands resting on his backside which was the indication Vig Viggo had done what he had wanted to do and the next item was almost upon them. Sean’s breach hitched as he felt what could only be Viggo’s cock pressed lightly against him, although the sick bastard was obviously trying to make him wait for it even more. Sean caught his breath and his courage and nudged backwards. There was an amused noise from behind.

“ Patience, darling,” Viggo drawled, a light slap administered to Sean’s backside. “ You have more instructions to consider,”

“ I assume it’s something like sucking Orli off,” replied Sean over his shoulder. There was a brief pause.

“ You assume correctly,” replied Viggo grudgingly. Another, harder, slap was added. “ Don’t be cocky,”

“ Sure,” Sean nudged backwards again, beginning to get eager to start; Viggo raised an eyebrow, shrugged to himself, and pushed into the blonde in front of him. Sean’s lip immediately got bitten at the pain of the invasion, his head dropping slightly as he tried to control himself. Viggo pushed into him further, until he was buried up to the hilt; he could feel every breath Sean took, the incredible tightness surrounding him that Sean’s virginity had promised. Viggo let out his breath through gritted teeth, aware that although Sean probably wouldn’t notice even if he started singing the national anthem, Orli’s eyes were on the pair of them.

Sean was whimpering softly, all cocky retort knocked out of him at the feel of the rock hard cock inside him. There were too many sensations to make out any one individually, the stinging, almost ripping pain mixing with the pleasure and satisfaction. Having realised he was not getting out of this one without noise, he groaned loudly as Viggo slowly and gently started to thrust inside him.

Sean’s hands were fists in the rug, his eyes firmly shut, sweat seemingly pouring off him. He could hear the occasional grunt from Viggo, Viggo’s hands gripping Sean’s hips so tightly that he could feel the nails digging in to him. The thrusts stopped suddenly. Sean lifted his head in confusion.

“ Orli,” came Viggo’s instruction. Sean nodded, mostly to himself, and glanced at the younger man who was close enough, his eyes firmly fixed on the area where Viggo joined with Sean. Sean attempted to move into a position where it was easy to take Orlando into his mouth, but this was spoilt by the fact that Viggo had slammed back into him. Sean swore, arching his .
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“ For crying out loud Orli, get down here,” he groaned in the brief breather that Viggo allowed him. Orlando was about to say something when he was stopped by Sean seizing hold of his knee and pulling him down. Or as best he could with such a body part. Orlando dropped to his knees in his usual graceful fashion, and got pushed down to sit on his haunches, Sean immediately seeking out Orli’s erection.

Orlando moaned as Sean took him fully into his mouth, hnexpnexperience countered by the sheer desperation and need. Sean had to clench hold of Orli to ensure he was not thrown off as Viggo continued his hard thrusts, Sean’s own whimpers and moans muffed by Orlando’s cock. It was fairly obvious when Viggo twisted the angle of his thrust slightly and hit the perfect spot inside Sean, as the blonde suddenly cried out and jerked upright. Viggo smirked, and placed one hand in the small of Sean’s back, pushing him back down.
n fen felt as though he was producing his own ocean of sweat as Viggo continued to harass that particular area, his concentration on the task in front of him fluctuating. Not that Orli appeared to care by the noises he was making, the younger man’s hands resting on Sean’s shoulders, equally with the nails digging into his skin. He was certainly going to come out of this with markings a tiger would be proud of, Sean thought, before another perfectly angled thrust managed to wipe all thoughts of markings from his mind.

Orlando started to tense even further in front of him, his head thrown back, eyes shut, moans still issuing forth. Sean was thankful for the warning as the young man climaxed with a shudder, Sean managed to pull out to a position to be able to deal with the sudden salty flood, swallowing, he thought, like a pro. Now all he had to do was make it taste better at some point and he was going to be fine at this sort of thing.

Viggo had apparently been waiting for Orli, as the thrusts suddenly speeded up. Free of anything in his mouth, Sean made good use of the additional oxygen as he felt Viggo seemingly deeper and deeper into him, as though mining for gold or some such treasure. He swore again, his eyes shut as he tried to push back against the invading force. Nails tightened in his hips as Viggo rested on the threshold, the only indication of his threatened willpower being the trembling body against Sean.

With one more thrusggo ggo came hard, although no word or noise managed to escape his lips. Sean almost got knocked forward into Orli’s lap again with the force of it, his abused muscles already promising him hell the next morning. There was an amused light laugh from Orli as Sean saved himself from anigniignified landing.

Even Viggo couldn’t disguise the heavy breathing as he withdrew from the blonde, his arm wiping across his forehead. Sean looked back, his eyes meeting and pleading with Viggo’s for some type of release. Viggo met this steadily. After a few seconds, a faint smile flickered across his lips.

” I think you deserve it,” he said softly. “ Orli?”

Orli bounced into action eagerly, and in less than a minute Sean had exploded from the touch of the soft, warm yet incredibly trained tongue of the younger man. Sean flopped over onto his back, his breathing so erratic that he had a feeling he was getting spots in front of his eyes.

“ Bloody hell,” he said weakly. There was an amused noise from Viggo.

“ Fancy any more or are you done for the day?”

Sean’s eyes snapped open. “ More?!”

“ I take that look of terror as a no, then.”

“ I’m not sure my legs are working,” Sean tested them gingerly, and was suddenly aware of exactly how sticky and messy he actually was. Orlando laughed at the look of disgust that crossed Sean’s face.

” Shower?” he offered. “ Or would you prefer a bath?”

“ I’m not *that* filthy,” protested Sean as he managed to get to a position where he could shakily stand. Viggo shrugged.

” I know,” he replied. “ but I’m working on that,”