December 18
I'm finally back from my trip, and sooooo tired. Thanks for all the lovely fb I got when I was away, I don't see myself having time to answer comments in the foreseeable future.
BIG hugs to everyone, but especially mesnica! Thanks for posting my fics sweetie, you're the best. *snuggles*
December 18
Orlando had no idea for how long he'd been tied up and hard. The room was dark, not the tiniest sliver of light to be seen and not a sound could be heard. He was kneeling on the bed, his arms shackled above his head and his cock an aching thing between his legs. He'd tried every acrobatic move he could think of to get to his cock; he'd even spent a good ten minutes like an upside-down pretzel, licking the dripping head, which had only made him go almost crazy with want and given him muscles cramps. That had been a while ago; now he was hanging his head limply, waiting for an end to the torture.
The door to the room opened, flooding the place with light that hurt his eyes.
"Who is there?" he called out nervously.
No one answered and the door closed, leaving him with bright dots before his eyes. The bed dipped; he was not alone anymore. Orlando wet his lips and shifted slightly; there was nowhere for him to go and resistance was futile, he knew that already.
"Have you been a good boy?" a raspy voice purred in his ear.
"Yeah," he answered with a shiver.
"Come again," the man said, slapping Orlando across the face.
"Yes, Master," Orlando corrected himself, bowing his head in shame.
"That's better," the Master said, petting his head.
Orlando leaned into the caress; he supposed he should struggle against it, but it felt so good to be dominated, to give up all control to someone else. For once he didn't have to think about what he did or how he acted, it was enough just to be and react.
"Turn around," the Master ordered and Orlando obeyed, even though the new position made the chains shorter and stretched his arms uncomfortably.
"Good," the Master said, running calloused hands over Orlando's back.
Orlando shivered and shifted, thrusting his ass in the air like a content cat. The Master chuckled, moving his hands down to spread Orlando's cheeks.
"Such a pretty little hole," he said, bending down to kiss Orlando's pucker.
Orlando whimpered for more, pushing his ass against the Master's face. The Master's hands turned to steel on his flesh as he kept Orlando still.
"Don't…" he warned.
Orlando tried to be still, he really tried to, but when the Master's tongue fluttered over his hole he couldn't help but to push back again.
The Master let go of him, reaching for something beside the bed. Orlando whimpered pitifully at the loss of contact and craned his head, trying to see what the Master was up to, but to no avail. The sounds drifting to his ears sounded familiar but he couldn't fully place them. He had heard them before, but not in relation to sex. He recognized the sound of a bottle of lube being opened though and seconds later he felt it as well as cold fluid trickled down between his cheeks.
Then the Master's hands were back on his flesh and he knew why the sounds had been familiar to him: the Master had put on surgical gloves. Two of the Master's fingers played with his hole, pushing in minutely and pulling out until Orlando was almost going insane with need, pushing back against every breach.
"You are such a whore for my touch, are you not?" The Master purred, stabbing two fingers deep into Orlando's body.
"Oh… Yes, Master. Please touch me," Orlando begged.
"Say you're a whore for me," the Master ordered, adding another finger and scissoring them.
"I'm a whore for you," he moaned, pushing back shamelessly against the fingers fucking him.
"I'll take the cock ring off now," the Master said. "But you can not come until I tell you to. You can have orgasms, but not shoot."
"Yes, Master," Orlando answered.
The cock ring was snapped off and Orlando had to really focus to keep himself from coming instantly. The Master was still fucking him with three fingers and it felt so good he almost couldn't stop himself from shooting, but at the last moment he squeezed his pelvic floor muscles, letting his orgasm wash through him but stopping himself from ejaculating.
"Oh, God, yes," he groaned, riding the waves of his orgasm with his head thrown back and his back arched.
"Beautiful boy," the Master said, his voice thick with lust.
The Master removed his fingers and Orlando whimpered dejectedly, only to choke on it when the Master applied more lube and penetrated him with four fingers.
"Can you take it, boy?" the Master asked. "Do you want more?"
"Please Master," Orlando almost whispered, ashamed to utter the words. "Please Master, give me your fist."
He'd never dared to voice his desire for fisting to any of his lovers. It wasn't something he wanted on a regular basis, but he found it incredibly hot and pleasurable. He'd only been fisted once a few years ago and he'd found himself longing for it ever since.
The Master kept stretching him with four fingers, scissoring them in and out in a maddening manner. The constant pressure against his prostate was driving Orlando crazy with pleasure, and he leaned forward, spreading his legs as much as he could, offering himself up for the Master. He wished he could give the Master pleasure as well, but his awkward position made it impossible for him to reciprocate.
The Master withdrew his fingers only to press them in again, all five fingers now but not yet a fist. Orlando mewled, pushing back. He wanted all of it, wanted to be so full there wasn't room for more, but the Master was considerate, taking his time preparing him.
At this point, coming was not even an option, there was just too much pleasure flooding his body for him to be able to focus enough to come. The Master withdrew his fingers, only to press them back again and this time he kept pushing until he had his whole hand inside of Orlando.
Orlando wailed; a long tight sound that just wouldn't die down. He'd never been so full, never felt so perfect; there was nothing in the world but him and the Master.
"Good boy. Beautiful, perfect boy," the Master said, using his free hand to caress Orlando's tight back and the back of his ties soothingly.
Orlando focused on breathing, on just getting through the perfection, then the Master moved his hand minutely, fucking him with it in tiny, tiny moves, and Orlando was begging, babbling, shuddering, and moaning; not sure if he wanted it to go on forever or if it was simply too much.
He was hanging from his bindings, his head lolling limply on his neck. Then the pressure was gone as the Master gently withdrew his fist only to replace it with his cock seconds later. Compared to the hand, the Master felt like nothing, even though he was of an impressive size, but Orlando welcomed the change and the return of higher brain functions as he brazed himself against the wall and pushed back violently.
It took two thrust for Orlando to orgasm again, screaming out loud and shuddering violently. The Master's only response was to grab his slick rock-hard cock as he kept pounding into him.
"Squeeze me, boy," the Master said. "Make me feel it."
"Oh, god, yes…" Orlando moaned, focusing on squeezing the Master's cock with his ass, almost orgasming again as the feel of the big cock in him intensified.
"Come with me, boy," the Master urged. "Shoot that load for me."
Orlando groaned his assent, especially when the Master sped up the stroking of his cock.
"Now," the Master gasped in his ear, and Orlando's body just reacted.
Then he was coming and coming and coming in never-ending waves. His last orgasm so much more intense than the others; his semen shot out of him, coating his belly, the bed, the wall and the Master's hand. The Master was moaning his name as he emptied his load deep inside of Orlando, and then everything went black for a while.
When Orlando regained consciousness, he was unshackled and lying down, tucked under a blanket. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them again when light assaulted them, but he had time to see that the bedroom was no longer turned into a fake dungeon. He was not certain that meant the game was over, he had to see Viggo to be sure, but the older man didn't seem to be anywhere nearby. Orlando pouted a little, curling in on himself and pulling the blanket tighter around his chin. His arms hurt from being shackled so long and his ass felt slightly sore, but other than that he felt glorious.
"You awake, babe?" Viggo's voice said next to his ear.
Orlando blinked up at him and smiled widely. "Yeah," he said with a question in his voice.
Viggo answered his smile. "Gorgeous," he murmured.
Orlando's smiled a little brighter and reached an arm to pull Viggo down to him. Viggo went willingly, falling down onto the bed and pulling Orlando into his arms. Orlando offered his lips and Viggo kissed him softly.
"Are you okay?" Viggo asked, stroking his hair and looking into his eyes.
"More than," Orlando answered, stealing another kiss.
This time the kiss lasted a lot longer, to the point where Orlando started thinking that getting fucked again might be a good idea. Viggo was the best kisser ever; he seemed to instinctually know exactly what Orlando wanted at any particular moment. Right now his lips were gentle and his tongue soft, playing without adding too much pressure, making it the perfect, leisure afternoon kiss. Orlando's hands were around Viggo's neck by the time they stopped kissing and their bodies were molded tightly together.
"Thank you," Viggo said.
"No, thank you," Orlando responded.
He hadn't known what to expect when he wrote 'let me be your slave' on the card; they had hinted at similar games before but never like this. He never would have expected that he would get into it so much or that Viggo would actually fist him. He hadn't even dared to put it on a card, not knowing how to phrase his desire.
"I love you," Viggo said, his voice overflowing with feeling. "Today was… perfect. You were perfect."
Orlando smiled, snuggling closer to Viggo and giving him another kiss. "I love you, too," he murmured against Viggo's lips. "Master."
Viggo kissed him again, his lips hard and demanding against Orlando's, and had the younger man not been so incredibly sated he would have been begging Viggo to fuck him again once the older man broke the kiss. Instead, he just hugged Viggo a little closer and gave him another kiss, this one soft and loving.
"Can we sleep for a while?" he asked.
"Yeah," Viggo answered. "I'll hold you close and guard your dreams."
Orlando chuckled. "Master of my heart, guardian of my dreams… you should put it on your resume."
"I already have," Viggo replied, and Orlando closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off again, safe in the knowledge that he was loved and protected.
TBC
BIG hugs to everyone, but especially mesnica! Thanks for posting my fics sweetie, you're the best. *snuggles*
December 18
Orlando had no idea for how long he'd been tied up and hard. The room was dark, not the tiniest sliver of light to be seen and not a sound could be heard. He was kneeling on the bed, his arms shackled above his head and his cock an aching thing between his legs. He'd tried every acrobatic move he could think of to get to his cock; he'd even spent a good ten minutes like an upside-down pretzel, licking the dripping head, which had only made him go almost crazy with want and given him muscles cramps. That had been a while ago; now he was hanging his head limply, waiting for an end to the torture.
The door to the room opened, flooding the place with light that hurt his eyes.
"Who is there?" he called out nervously.
No one answered and the door closed, leaving him with bright dots before his eyes. The bed dipped; he was not alone anymore. Orlando wet his lips and shifted slightly; there was nowhere for him to go and resistance was futile, he knew that already.
"Have you been a good boy?" a raspy voice purred in his ear.
"Yeah," he answered with a shiver.
"Come again," the man said, slapping Orlando across the face.
"Yes, Master," Orlando corrected himself, bowing his head in shame.
"That's better," the Master said, petting his head.
Orlando leaned into the caress; he supposed he should struggle against it, but it felt so good to be dominated, to give up all control to someone else. For once he didn't have to think about what he did or how he acted, it was enough just to be and react.
"Turn around," the Master ordered and Orlando obeyed, even though the new position made the chains shorter and stretched his arms uncomfortably.
"Good," the Master said, running calloused hands over Orlando's back.
Orlando shivered and shifted, thrusting his ass in the air like a content cat. The Master chuckled, moving his hands down to spread Orlando's cheeks.
"Such a pretty little hole," he said, bending down to kiss Orlando's pucker.
Orlando whimpered for more, pushing his ass against the Master's face. The Master's hands turned to steel on his flesh as he kept Orlando still.
"Don't…" he warned.
Orlando tried to be still, he really tried to, but when the Master's tongue fluttered over his hole he couldn't help but to push back again.
The Master let go of him, reaching for something beside the bed. Orlando whimpered pitifully at the loss of contact and craned his head, trying to see what the Master was up to, but to no avail. The sounds drifting to his ears sounded familiar but he couldn't fully place them. He had heard them before, but not in relation to sex. He recognized the sound of a bottle of lube being opened though and seconds later he felt it as well as cold fluid trickled down between his cheeks.
Then the Master's hands were back on his flesh and he knew why the sounds had been familiar to him: the Master had put on surgical gloves. Two of the Master's fingers played with his hole, pushing in minutely and pulling out until Orlando was almost going insane with need, pushing back against every breach.
"You are such a whore for my touch, are you not?" The Master purred, stabbing two fingers deep into Orlando's body.
"Oh… Yes, Master. Please touch me," Orlando begged.
"Say you're a whore for me," the Master ordered, adding another finger and scissoring them.
"I'm a whore for you," he moaned, pushing back shamelessly against the fingers fucking him.
"I'll take the cock ring off now," the Master said. "But you can not come until I tell you to. You can have orgasms, but not shoot."
"Yes, Master," Orlando answered.
The cock ring was snapped off and Orlando had to really focus to keep himself from coming instantly. The Master was still fucking him with three fingers and it felt so good he almost couldn't stop himself from shooting, but at the last moment he squeezed his pelvic floor muscles, letting his orgasm wash through him but stopping himself from ejaculating.
"Oh, God, yes," he groaned, riding the waves of his orgasm with his head thrown back and his back arched.
"Beautiful boy," the Master said, his voice thick with lust.
The Master removed his fingers and Orlando whimpered dejectedly, only to choke on it when the Master applied more lube and penetrated him with four fingers.
"Can you take it, boy?" the Master asked. "Do you want more?"
"Please Master," Orlando almost whispered, ashamed to utter the words. "Please Master, give me your fist."
He'd never dared to voice his desire for fisting to any of his lovers. It wasn't something he wanted on a regular basis, but he found it incredibly hot and pleasurable. He'd only been fisted once a few years ago and he'd found himself longing for it ever since.
The Master kept stretching him with four fingers, scissoring them in and out in a maddening manner. The constant pressure against his prostate was driving Orlando crazy with pleasure, and he leaned forward, spreading his legs as much as he could, offering himself up for the Master. He wished he could give the Master pleasure as well, but his awkward position made it impossible for him to reciprocate.
The Master withdrew his fingers only to press them in again, all five fingers now but not yet a fist. Orlando mewled, pushing back. He wanted all of it, wanted to be so full there wasn't room for more, but the Master was considerate, taking his time preparing him.
At this point, coming was not even an option, there was just too much pleasure flooding his body for him to be able to focus enough to come. The Master withdrew his fingers, only to press them back again and this time he kept pushing until he had his whole hand inside of Orlando.
Orlando wailed; a long tight sound that just wouldn't die down. He'd never been so full, never felt so perfect; there was nothing in the world but him and the Master.
"Good boy. Beautiful, perfect boy," the Master said, using his free hand to caress Orlando's tight back and the back of his ties soothingly.
Orlando focused on breathing, on just getting through the perfection, then the Master moved his hand minutely, fucking him with it in tiny, tiny moves, and Orlando was begging, babbling, shuddering, and moaning; not sure if he wanted it to go on forever or if it was simply too much.
He was hanging from his bindings, his head lolling limply on his neck. Then the pressure was gone as the Master gently withdrew his fist only to replace it with his cock seconds later. Compared to the hand, the Master felt like nothing, even though he was of an impressive size, but Orlando welcomed the change and the return of higher brain functions as he brazed himself against the wall and pushed back violently.
It took two thrust for Orlando to orgasm again, screaming out loud and shuddering violently. The Master's only response was to grab his slick rock-hard cock as he kept pounding into him.
"Squeeze me, boy," the Master said. "Make me feel it."
"Oh, god, yes…" Orlando moaned, focusing on squeezing the Master's cock with his ass, almost orgasming again as the feel of the big cock in him intensified.
"Come with me, boy," the Master urged. "Shoot that load for me."
Orlando groaned his assent, especially when the Master sped up the stroking of his cock.
"Now," the Master gasped in his ear, and Orlando's body just reacted.
Then he was coming and coming and coming in never-ending waves. His last orgasm so much more intense than the others; his semen shot out of him, coating his belly, the bed, the wall and the Master's hand. The Master was moaning his name as he emptied his load deep inside of Orlando, and then everything went black for a while.
When Orlando regained consciousness, he was unshackled and lying down, tucked under a blanket. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them again when light assaulted them, but he had time to see that the bedroom was no longer turned into a fake dungeon. He was not certain that meant the game was over, he had to see Viggo to be sure, but the older man didn't seem to be anywhere nearby. Orlando pouted a little, curling in on himself and pulling the blanket tighter around his chin. His arms hurt from being shackled so long and his ass felt slightly sore, but other than that he felt glorious.
"You awake, babe?" Viggo's voice said next to his ear.
Orlando blinked up at him and smiled widely. "Yeah," he said with a question in his voice.
Viggo answered his smile. "Gorgeous," he murmured.
Orlando's smiled a little brighter and reached an arm to pull Viggo down to him. Viggo went willingly, falling down onto the bed and pulling Orlando into his arms. Orlando offered his lips and Viggo kissed him softly.
"Are you okay?" Viggo asked, stroking his hair and looking into his eyes.
"More than," Orlando answered, stealing another kiss.
This time the kiss lasted a lot longer, to the point where Orlando started thinking that getting fucked again might be a good idea. Viggo was the best kisser ever; he seemed to instinctually know exactly what Orlando wanted at any particular moment. Right now his lips were gentle and his tongue soft, playing without adding too much pressure, making it the perfect, leisure afternoon kiss. Orlando's hands were around Viggo's neck by the time they stopped kissing and their bodies were molded tightly together.
"Thank you," Viggo said.
"No, thank you," Orlando responded.
He hadn't known what to expect when he wrote 'let me be your slave' on the card; they had hinted at similar games before but never like this. He never would have expected that he would get into it so much or that Viggo would actually fist him. He hadn't even dared to put it on a card, not knowing how to phrase his desire.
"I love you," Viggo said, his voice overflowing with feeling. "Today was… perfect. You were perfect."
Orlando smiled, snuggling closer to Viggo and giving him another kiss. "I love you, too," he murmured against Viggo's lips. "Master."
Viggo kissed him again, his lips hard and demanding against Orlando's, and had the younger man not been so incredibly sated he would have been begging Viggo to fuck him again once the older man broke the kiss. Instead, he just hugged Viggo a little closer and gave him another kiss, this one soft and loving.
"Can we sleep for a while?" he asked.
"Yeah," Viggo answered. "I'll hold you close and guard your dreams."
Orlando chuckled. "Master of my heart, guardian of my dreams… you should put it on your resume."
"I already have," Viggo replied, and Orlando closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off again, safe in the knowledge that he was loved and protected.
TBC