Saturday evening fun

Viggo looked down at his victim. When the young man had entered the room, he had been hidden behind the doors. Then, before the younger one could react, he had pinned him with the face to the wall, and bound him with leather-handcuffs. They wouldn’t hurt, but there was no way his prisoner could escape them. His opponent had been too stunned to react, and he quickly took out a crawl, and blindfolded him.
Now he turned him around and took some steps back to enjoy the view. And what a view!
Orlando Bloom, with his shoulder-long brown curls, and naked chest, as he asked him to come, and just some jeans on. Viggo just regretted that he couldn’t see in the deep brown eyes, into Orlando’s soul, but he knew that like this everything would be more intense for his younger lover.
So, without saying anything, he went to unbutton his opposites jeans, and slowly pulled them down. Orlando wore no underwear, and so his half-erect cock was instantly in front of Viggo’s face, where the American had to keep on himself not to take a short lick. But he wanted to experiment today, so he had to keep to his plan.
When the jeans were down on the floor, he led Orlando out of them and to a wooden chair extra made for him at his exact orders, and made him sit down on it. Not exactly the most comfortable, but it would further heighten Orlando’s senses. And on it’s back was a little ring, which he connected with the handcuffs. Now Orlando couldn’t get up, even if he wanted to.
Then he made the first intimate contact for the evening. He took his lover’s face gently in both hands, then kissed him slowly and sensually on his mouth. His tongue slightly teasing the other man.
When he pulled back, Orlando as flushed, and his cock was now fully erect. Viggo grinned. It was nice to see what a reaction his kisses alone had on his younger lover.
“You know, when you sit there like that, all flushed and aroused, yre ere especially beautiful. Although you look like a little slut, too. And I guess you are. Or not? Can’t I make you beg me to touch you? To fuck you? Tell me!” His voice was soft, caressing, loving. He knew exactly what it did to Orlando, and he was satisfied to hear the little whimper from the other man’s mouth.
“That’s not an answer. But if you don’t answer, I guess I’ll have to proof it to you, don’t I?” At this point he made his voice sound slightly threatening, and really, Orlando shivered slightly.
“But how shall I start, hm? Would you like another kiss?” He kissed him again like before, slowly. “Or would you rather have me touch you, kiss you, somewhere else?” With this he wetted his finger, and trailed it slowly across Orlando’s torso, downwards, until he circled the navel. At this contact, Orlando arched against him, trying to further the contact. “Or rather touch you more downwards?” Viggo went on his knees and placed light kisses on Orlando’s inner thighs. At this, Orlando tried to grab him with his feet, but Viggo quickly went out of his range. “No no,” he laughed. “We can’t have this now, can we? I think I’d rather make them less dangerous. With this he went to a suitcase, and fetched two more leather cuffs, but those were big enough for hands on one side, but rather small on the other side. He used the wider side on Orlando’s ankles, which he bound to the feet of the chair, always trying to avoid getting kicked.
“Now, you’re all helpless, have to endure whatever I want to do with you. I could fuck your pretty little mouth, rough and hard, and you couldn’t do anything. Or I could just leave you here, for someone else to find you, and see how sluttish you look when you’ve met with me… Or I could just do something else...” He quickly kneeled down again, and took all of Orlando’s cock into his mouth, deep-throating him. The sudden assault on all his senses made the young man buck up against his assaulter, but Viggo had thought of that, and went back. Then back down, using his tongue to further the sensations. Then he suddenly withdrew, and Orlando whimpered and almost protested at the sudden loss of sensations, but he managed to keep quiet.
So Viggo went over to his suitcase again. This time, he took the lube out of it.
The chair’s sitting part was shorter than normal, leaving a part of Orlando’s butt in the air, and open for access.
So he lubed up his fingers and went back to his kneeling positions in front of Orlando. He started to tease his lover’s cock, sucking a little, and licking longer and shorter strokes on it, before he deep-throated him again. Then he used one of his lubed hands to massage Orlando’s balls while circling with the index finger of the other hand Orlando’s hole, before putting a finger slightly in and out again. This time it was too much for the young man, he gave up and begged. “Please…” it was just a hoarse whispering, his voice wasn’t fully in control.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come!”
“You know there is just one way you will come tonight!”
“Please fuck me!”
“Hmmm…” Viggo pretended to think about that. “You really look adorable. And like a slut. Admit that you are a slut, my slut, and I’ll fuck you.”
“Yes, Viggo, I am your slut, and please goddamn fuck me now!” Orlando almost screamed. Viggo used his other hands still on him, but in such a rhythm that he was always kept on the edge of his orgasm.
With an evil grin Viggo drew his hands back, which was promptly followed by a loud protest from his lover. But there was no way he was able to fuck the other man on this chair, so he had to get them away first. He started with the cuffs on the ankles. Then he separated the handcuffs from the chair, but kept them on his lover. He proceeded with leading the still handcuffed and blindfolded Orlando in front of the bed. Then he finally got rid of his own clothes, just jeans and a shirt.
Then he made the young man kneel in front of the bed, lying his torso on the bed, his ass stuck up into the air.
“Such a nice, sluttish look. I should take a photo of that…”
“If you don’t come and fuck me now I’ll kill you!” threatened Orlando.
“Okay, I’m here, don’t worry, little slut.” With that he went behind the other man, and entered him in one swift thrust, trying not to hit Orlando’s soft spot, or the fund would be over.
He thrust all the way out, and again in, changing the angle slightly. And as Orlando was so aroused by the foreplay, he came from the sensation of Viggo hitting his prostate, without any stimulation to his cock.
The contractions of Orlando’s muscles sent Viggo over the edge as well. When they found their way back from their high, Viggo freed Orlando of his bonds. Viggo had won!
Next Saturday, it would be Orlando’s turn to try and get Viggo to admit to anything…