vigorli

Title: The Redefinition of Pain
Author: legolas_is_mine
Beta: mesnica and indigo17 who is, as ever, more of a beater!
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bondage, BDSM, beating, pain, some blood but all highly consensual :)
Summary: Plotless kink
Author's Notes: Written because indigo17 has been gagging for kink....

“Pet, you’ve been naughty.”

As soon as he heard his lover’s voice down the phone, Orlando knew he was in trouble. He looked around the crowded room to see if he could see Viggo anywhere. The older man wasn’t due to arrive till later in the evening but Orlando was hoping he might have appeared early.

“Are you listening to me, pet?” Viggo’s voice was icy cold, and Orlando’s cock twitched in the confines of his tight, pale blue jeans.

“Yes sir,” he murmured, his gaze dropping as the sound of his Master’s voice dropped him instantly into submissive headspace, the rest of the room fading from his mind as he fought the urge to drop to his knees.

“Are you enjoying Sean’s party pet? I think it’s rather too crowded in there, don’t you?”

Orlando managed little more than a whimper in reply; Viggo’s voice was such a turn on for Orlando when he ordered him around like this. There had been so many times that Viggo had made Orlando come simply with the sound of his voice that Orlando’s cock had become thoroughly conditioned to respond to his Master’s sex voice, as Orlando referred to the low growl that meant he was going to spend the evening on his knees.

“What I want you to do pet is to go outside into the garden. Can you do that for me?” Viggo asked concerned at how fast Orlando was dropping. He had always responded quickly to Viggo’s authority, but was rarely faced with this side of his lover in public; their games were usually confined to the bedroom – or any other room in which they found themselves alone.

Orlando did as he was told, not even thinking to protest or mention the heavy rain that had him soaked by the time he had walked to the far end of Sean’s large garden, out of sight of the windows of the house and away from prying eyes as Viggo had intended.

“May your boy kneel for you, Sir?” Orlando asked, sinking deeper into headspace as he was given permission and dropped to his knees in the mud, not even stopping to think about the fact that he was ruining his jeans.

“Put your face on the floor, boy, and stay there until I call you again. I want you to try and calm down a little, and also to think about what I’m going to do to you later.” Viggo’s voice was gentle now; his boy had sunk so far, so quickly that Viggo felt it necessary to give him some time and space to centre himself before giving his next instructions.

Orlando closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket, leaning forward to put his forehead on the ground and then clasping his hands together behind his back. The wet, slightly muddy grass was cold on his face and he settled in to wait, imagining all the delicious things that Viggo might do to him when he arrived later that night.

***

Orlando shivered; he was soaked to the skin and his face and legs were covered in mud. He jumped when the phone rang, answering it without lifting his face from the ground.

“Sit up now, pet,” Viggo ordered when Orlando answered the phone. Orli did as he was told, wiping the worst of the mud from his forehead before it dripped into his eyes.

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about,” Viggo said, his voice low with desire at the thought of Orlando kneeling in the grass for him, fifty metres from where a large group of their friends and co-workers were having a wild party. Viggo had spoken to Sean whilst Orlando was waiting for him, confirming that the packages he had sent to Sean’s house had all arrived and were ready and waiting.

“I… you… stringing me up to the cross or just the wall and whipping me until every stroke of the whip has me screaming, and my back is pouring with blood and every inch of it is marked. And then you stop whipping me and get the flogger, the new one with the studs on it, and you beat me with it until my arse is black and blue all over, and I’m sobbing into my gag and I can’t take it any more but you stop and then you pull the plug out of my arse and just slam into me, fucking me so hard I’ll feel it for all of the next week, and I’ll be sobbing, begging you to let me come – begging through the gag, and screaming because I’ll my back will be burning and every time you thrust you’ll rub against the bruises and cuts and it’ll hurt so good and then you’ll come, you’ll fill me with your essence and you’ll finally take the ring off my cock and I’ll come, so hard, nearly collapse – only my cuffs will hold me up and you’ll let me down and I’ll be all floaty and you’ll have to carry me to the bed and then you’ll take care of me whilst I just drift.”

Viggo was silent for several moments after this speech ended, and Orlando worried if he had said something wrong. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking behind to see Viggo there; he was off his knees and in the older man’s arms in a heartbeat. Viggo smiled at him, tutting over the state of his clothes and hair.

“I think the first thing to do, precious, is to get you clean and warm, hmm? We can work on recreating your fantasy afterwards.” Viggo winked at Orlando, already leading him towards the house where Sean had a hot cup of tea waiting for him and where plenty of hot water for the two lovers to share a hot shower before they got down to the real business of the evening.

***

Viggo pressed a kiss to Orlando’s wrist as he fastened the cuff carefully around the slim arm. Orlando’s other wrist was already attached to the wall, and the young man was gagged and blindfolded, Viggo had chosen silk over the lined leather one for this since he planned to have Orlando crying for quite some time to come and the whilst the leather looked amazing when bound about Orlando’s face, it did not react well to too many tears.

Orlando whimpered as he felt Viggo wind the scrap of purple silk that was his safe signal around his fingers so that he could let go if he needed to but was unlikely to drop it accidentally. Viggo stepped back, taking a long look at his handiwork; he was astounded time and time again by the devotion showed to him by Orlando. Stepping forward, Viggo pressed gently on the large plug seated firmly in Orlando’s arse, holding him open until Viggo was ready to take his pleasure.

Orlando did his best not to tense up as he waited for the first strike of the whip; Viggo had maintained silence since he had begun the process of restraining his lover and the lack of noise was beginning to get to the young man.

Viggo did not keep Orli waiting long, he had already chosen the whip he would use to adorn the lad tonight, and now he picked up the long plaited leather lash, taking several practise swipes at the air, both to prepare Orlando for what was to come and to reacquaint himself with the weapon before putting it to use on the body of his beloved.

The first stroke of the whip always made Orlando jump no matter how well prepared he was for the stinging pain. As Viggo continued to layer his strikes over Orlando’s back, the young man began to whimper and tears started to form in his bound eyes. He bit down on the gag, trying to hold back his screams as he felt the first drops of blood trickle down the burning flesh of his back.

The first cut was always the most difficult in Viggo’s mind; it was when those first drops of red began to flow that the switch flipped in his mind and he really began to go to town on Orlando’s back, beating him with all the ferocity that his young lover had been begging for earlier, covering his back in welts, bruises and cuts.

Orlando was screaming into his gag now, his tears soaking the blindfold and streaming through the barrier and down his cheeks. He clutched his safety line tightly, not wanting Viggo to stop before his arse was as well beaten as his back.

Once Viggo was satisfied with the patchwork of bruises and cuts on his young lover’s back, he laid down the whip and picked up the flogger. He had introduced Orlando to this particular toy only a couple of weeks before, but it was already one of his boy’s favourite things to be abused with. Apparently the metal rivets protruding from the surface of the leather gave a particularly exquisite pain of which Orlando couldn’t get enough.

Orlando whimpered through his gag as the new sensation hit his body, shifting slightly within his bonds so that his arse was more exposed to the abuse, a willing participant in his own debasement at the hands of his wonderfully skilled lover.

Viggo moved closer to Orlando, layering bruise on top of bruise as the young man shifted frantically, attempting to get more of the delicious sensations from each slap of the paddle against his backside. The older man had his eyes glued to the scrap of silk held tightly in Orlando’s fingers, waiting for the moment when his boy would decide that the pain was finally too much for him, or that he needed Viggo inside of him right then.

Finally, Orlando gave the signal that he had had enough of being mistreated, and that the temptation of being impaled on Viggo’s cock was at last too much for him. The young man dropped the silk fragment and was rewarded by the cessation of the beating and the removal of the plug from his arse, followed by its replacement with his Master’s cock.

Viggo fucked Orlando hard and fast, rewarding him for his obedience earlier in the day and the wonderful way he had taken the beating that evening. The older man wrapped his hand around his lover’s body, pulling away the ring that was fastened around his cock and squeezing hard, growling in Orlando’s ear that the boy was to come when he felt Viggo’s own hot essence filling his arse.

This event was not long in coming, the beating had left both men highly aroused and Orlando’s cock twitched in Viggo’s hand as it dispensed it’s load of cum over Viggo’s hand and onto the wall, Orlando screamed into the gag as the adrenaline rush overtook him and he collapsed in his bonds, staying up only by means of the cuffs fastening his wrists to the wall.

Viggo leaned against Orlando for a few moments before pulling back and releasing his lover from his bonds, before leading him over to the bed and pulling the boy tight in his arms, content to just hold him for a few moments before taking care of his back and arse.