Crime and Punishment 3/4
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vigorliTitle: Crime and Punishment (3/4)
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indigo17 & invisible_dream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Warnings: kink, kink, and more kink ;)
Beta:razzleslash!! :D
Archive:viggorleancult, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
carefullykissed, vigorli, anywhere else ask! :)
A/N: quite possible the longest chapter :) again, for Indie, who is still under lock & key :(
Chapter Three: The Torture Continues…
Amidst his lover’s whimpers of complaint, Viggo reached into his bag and pulled out a strand of anal beads. He inspected them once. They were larger than those used for beginners, and they vibrated; but if Orlando could handle Viggo’s dick in his ass, he could handle these. After coating them with lube, Viggo positioned them at Orlando’s opening.
“Now hold still, Orlando…and if you feel uncomfortable, knock. Can you do that?” Orlando tested then nodded his head that he was okay and understood.
He slid one finger in and out of Orlando before sliding the beads in slowly, one at a time. Viggo glanced up at his lover’s face. He could tell, even with the blindfold on, that Orlando’s eyes were squeezed shut. Once the beads were in, Viggo turned them on so they vibrated. This caused Orli to moan shamelessly through the gag. He’d never felt anything so incredible before. He uneasily tried to keep his body from moving; but the stimulation from the beads and the added pressure his cock was feeling from being restrained was making it extremely difficult. Viggo sat back and, for minutes, watched as the muscles in Orli’s body tensed and relaxed continuously.
Orlando’s thoughts had stopped being coherent as soon as the ice had hit his stomach; the beads would have sent him over the edge if he had been able to come. However, due to the obvious reason of the cock ring, he wasn’t. Therefore, he suffered.
Take this thing off, Vig! I need to come!
Viggo could see the concentration that was running through Orlando’s system; his young lover was trying desperately not to abandon everything and buck his hips repeatedly in a futile manner. He could hear the small whimpers from behind the plastic ball and decided on his next move.
Without warning, Orlando found he could move his jaw.
Vig’s taken the gag out! Great! Now I can ask him to let me come! Surely he’s had his fun now?
“Viggo?” Orlando asked, his covered eyes searching frantically for any sign of the older man. However, the only answer to his call was silence. He strained to hear anything, but there was apparently nothing to hear. He thought that he heard the bedroom door opening, so he tried again. “Viggo, are you there?” Silence.
OK, the bed definitely just dipped. This is getting too freaky.
“Viggo, you can let me out now,” Orlando tried. “I’ve learnt my lesson. I’ll ne-”
Suddenly, he felt something force its way gently into his mouth; it was Viggo’s cock! Orlando let out a whimper, but had no choice but to let his lover’s erection slide in and out, whilst listening to Viggo.
“I did not give you permission to speak, Orlando!” Viggo said, punctuation each word with a single thrust into his lover’s mouth. The moans Orlando was making in response only heightened Viggo’s pleasure; eventually he could take no more and he pulled out of the hot cavern.
“Viggo, seriously, take this thing off my dick! I-”
Once again his request was interrupted; this time, it was by the ball gag again. He tried groaning again, but this only made Viggo chuckle. The next thing Orli felt was Viggo’s tongue once again making its slip-sliding way down his body, around his sun tattoo and finally – oh, so fucking finally – Viggo ran the tip of his tongue through the slit on Orlando’s straining erection. Orlando fought with every single ounce of control he had left not to push up into Viggo’s mouth. He did, nonetheless, allow himself to moan loudly through the obstructing lump in his mouth.
Orlando couldn’t see it, of course, but Viggo was grinning. He was almost tempted to rip everything away that was binding his lover and just to give Orlando the ravishing that he so obviously craved. On the other hand, the thought of playing with the young man was just too enticing.
Viggo gave his attention to the beads still vibrating in Orlando’s passage. He pulled them out quickly, causing Orlando to give a loud moan through the gag. Next, he turned to the tub of ice cream he had brought up a few minutes ago. Ideas were running through his head like forest fires, but he finally decided on one.
He took the spoon he had placed next to the tub and scooped out a small dollop of ice cream; it was vanilla flavour – his and Orli’s favourite. After placing the dollop on his tongue, he bent over quickly and shoved his tongue into Orlando’s quivering hole.
Orlando cried out and his hips bucked involuntarily; he didn’t really care about the repercussions any more – not when Viggo was rimming him so beautifully, stabbing his tongue in and out repeatedly. Whatever was making his lover’s tongue cold only heightened the sensation and made Orlando cry out louder and louder.
Jesus Christ! Oh, fucking Hell! Oh, fuck! Oh, bloody cunting wanker! Let me come! Oh, please fucking take this thing off me! Oh…!
Viggo’s tongue was suddenly gone and something else was at the entrance to his arse. It slid in easily, whatever it was, and Orlando heard a click; the object began to vibrate, and Orlando could feel – rather than hear – the moan that was ripped from his throat burned with its intensity. He couldn’t take this for much longer.
Viggo grinned as he heard his lover moan with each thrust of the newly inserted dildo. With his free hand, Viggo ran his fingers along Orlando’s stomach, in a soothing manner totally contradicting his point for tonight. His breaths began to match Orli’s, becoming more and more erratic. He needed to fuck Orlando…now. After a few more thrusts, Viggo turned off the dildo, pulled it out and set it aside. He ran his tongue up the length of his lover’s body, enjoying the shivers it caused. He reached up and untied the blindfold, setting it next to Orlando. Orlando’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breath still shaky.
“Open your eyes, Orlando. Look at me.” Slowly, Orlando’s eyes blinked open and he stared at Viggo, silently begging him to end the torture. Viggo grinned and reached over, scooping some ice cream on a lone finger. He trailed the finger down Orli’s neck, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath. He licked the excess off his finger and then latched his mouth onto Orlando’s neck, sucking, licking, teasing. Without another word, he stood from the bed and clicked the lights off. It was pitch black in the room; even Viggo was having trouble seeing.
What the fuck is he doing now? Orlando thought. All of a sudden, his world went even darker as the blindfold was replaced. Bloody fucking hell! He felt the ties loosening around one of his ankles, then the other…finally his wrists. About bloody time! The blindfold was once again removed and Orlando stared at Viggo questioningly.
“Turn over…on your stomach.” Orlando didn’t move. “NOW!” Orlando jumped but did as he was told. He let out a painful groan at the feel of his cock against the mattress. Viggo straddled him once more and retied his wrists to the bedposts.
“On your knees, Orlando. Don’t make me tell you again.” As efficiently as he could, Orlando got onto his knees. “Now stay still.” With that, Orlando felt the bed shift. Once again, Orlando’s thoughts got the better of him. He began to worry that this little game would never end and that Viggo wasn’t going to take off the damn ring. His breathing was still rushed and he was now trembling.
Viggo, who had only stopped to see if his lover would finally listen to him, slowly crept back onto the bed. He positioned himself behind Orlando then leaned closer to his ear.
“What’s the matter, Orlando?” A groan. “What is it that you want?”
You fucking cunt! Fuck me already, dammit!
Viggo chuckled, but finally asked the question Orlando had been waiting all night to hear. “Do you want me to fuck you, Orlando?” Frantically, Orlando nodded his head. “You want to feel my cock in you?” Another nod, this time accompanied with a frustrated whimper. Viggo grinned, then resumed his position behind Orlando. He was going to give Orlando the fucking of a lifetime.
Authors:
indigo17 & invisible_dreamRating: NC-17
Pairing: V/O
Warnings: kink, kink, and more kink ;)
Beta:
razzleslash!! :DArchive:
viggorleancult, carefullykissed, vigorli, anywhere else ask! :)A/N: quite possible the longest chapter :) again, for Indie, who is still under lock & key :(
Chapter Three: The Torture Continues…
Amidst his lover’s whimpers of complaint, Viggo reached into his bag and pulled out a strand of anal beads. He inspected them once. They were larger than those used for beginners, and they vibrated; but if Orlando could handle Viggo’s dick in his ass, he could handle these. After coating them with lube, Viggo positioned them at Orlando’s opening.
“Now hold still, Orlando…and if you feel uncomfortable, knock. Can you do that?” Orlando tested then nodded his head that he was okay and understood.
He slid one finger in and out of Orlando before sliding the beads in slowly, one at a time. Viggo glanced up at his lover’s face. He could tell, even with the blindfold on, that Orlando’s eyes were squeezed shut. Once the beads were in, Viggo turned them on so they vibrated. This caused Orli to moan shamelessly through the gag. He’d never felt anything so incredible before. He uneasily tried to keep his body from moving; but the stimulation from the beads and the added pressure his cock was feeling from being restrained was making it extremely difficult. Viggo sat back and, for minutes, watched as the muscles in Orli’s body tensed and relaxed continuously.
Orlando’s thoughts had stopped being coherent as soon as the ice had hit his stomach; the beads would have sent him over the edge if he had been able to come. However, due to the obvious reason of the cock ring, he wasn’t. Therefore, he suffered.
Take this thing off, Vig! I need to come!
Viggo could see the concentration that was running through Orlando’s system; his young lover was trying desperately not to abandon everything and buck his hips repeatedly in a futile manner. He could hear the small whimpers from behind the plastic ball and decided on his next move.
Without warning, Orlando found he could move his jaw.
Vig’s taken the gag out! Great! Now I can ask him to let me come! Surely he’s had his fun now?
“Viggo?” Orlando asked, his covered eyes searching frantically for any sign of the older man. However, the only answer to his call was silence. He strained to hear anything, but there was apparently nothing to hear. He thought that he heard the bedroom door opening, so he tried again. “Viggo, are you there?” Silence.
OK, the bed definitely just dipped. This is getting too freaky.
“Viggo, you can let me out now,” Orlando tried. “I’ve learnt my lesson. I’ll ne-”
Suddenly, he felt something force its way gently into his mouth; it was Viggo’s cock! Orlando let out a whimper, but had no choice but to let his lover’s erection slide in and out, whilst listening to Viggo.
“I did not give you permission to speak, Orlando!” Viggo said, punctuation each word with a single thrust into his lover’s mouth. The moans Orlando was making in response only heightened Viggo’s pleasure; eventually he could take no more and he pulled out of the hot cavern.
“Viggo, seriously, take this thing off my dick! I-”
Once again his request was interrupted; this time, it was by the ball gag again. He tried groaning again, but this only made Viggo chuckle. The next thing Orli felt was Viggo’s tongue once again making its slip-sliding way down his body, around his sun tattoo and finally – oh, so fucking finally – Viggo ran the tip of his tongue through the slit on Orlando’s straining erection. Orlando fought with every single ounce of control he had left not to push up into Viggo’s mouth. He did, nonetheless, allow himself to moan loudly through the obstructing lump in his mouth.
Orlando couldn’t see it, of course, but Viggo was grinning. He was almost tempted to rip everything away that was binding his lover and just to give Orlando the ravishing that he so obviously craved. On the other hand, the thought of playing with the young man was just too enticing.
Viggo gave his attention to the beads still vibrating in Orlando’s passage. He pulled them out quickly, causing Orlando to give a loud moan through the gag. Next, he turned to the tub of ice cream he had brought up a few minutes ago. Ideas were running through his head like forest fires, but he finally decided on one.
He took the spoon he had placed next to the tub and scooped out a small dollop of ice cream; it was vanilla flavour – his and Orli’s favourite. After placing the dollop on his tongue, he bent over quickly and shoved his tongue into Orlando’s quivering hole.
Orlando cried out and his hips bucked involuntarily; he didn’t really care about the repercussions any more – not when Viggo was rimming him so beautifully, stabbing his tongue in and out repeatedly. Whatever was making his lover’s tongue cold only heightened the sensation and made Orlando cry out louder and louder.
Jesus Christ! Oh, fucking Hell! Oh, fuck! Oh, bloody cunting wanker! Let me come! Oh, please fucking take this thing off me! Oh…!
Viggo’s tongue was suddenly gone and something else was at the entrance to his arse. It slid in easily, whatever it was, and Orlando heard a click; the object began to vibrate, and Orlando could feel – rather than hear – the moan that was ripped from his throat burned with its intensity. He couldn’t take this for much longer.
Viggo grinned as he heard his lover moan with each thrust of the newly inserted dildo. With his free hand, Viggo ran his fingers along Orlando’s stomach, in a soothing manner totally contradicting his point for tonight. His breaths began to match Orli’s, becoming more and more erratic. He needed to fuck Orlando…now. After a few more thrusts, Viggo turned off the dildo, pulled it out and set it aside. He ran his tongue up the length of his lover’s body, enjoying the shivers it caused. He reached up and untied the blindfold, setting it next to Orlando. Orlando’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breath still shaky.
“Open your eyes, Orlando. Look at me.” Slowly, Orlando’s eyes blinked open and he stared at Viggo, silently begging him to end the torture. Viggo grinned and reached over, scooping some ice cream on a lone finger. He trailed the finger down Orli’s neck, hearing him take a sharp intake of breath. He licked the excess off his finger and then latched his mouth onto Orlando’s neck, sucking, licking, teasing. Without another word, he stood from the bed and clicked the lights off. It was pitch black in the room; even Viggo was having trouble seeing.
What the fuck is he doing now? Orlando thought. All of a sudden, his world went even darker as the blindfold was replaced. Bloody fucking hell! He felt the ties loosening around one of his ankles, then the other…finally his wrists. About bloody time! The blindfold was once again removed and Orlando stared at Viggo questioningly.
“Turn over…on your stomach.” Orlando didn’t move. “NOW!” Orlando jumped but did as he was told. He let out a painful groan at the feel of his cock against the mattress. Viggo straddled him once more and retied his wrists to the bedposts.
“On your knees, Orlando. Don’t make me tell you again.” As efficiently as he could, Orlando got onto his knees. “Now stay still.” With that, Orlando felt the bed shift. Once again, Orlando’s thoughts got the better of him. He began to worry that this little game would never end and that Viggo wasn’t going to take off the damn ring. His breathing was still rushed and he was now trembling.
Viggo, who had only stopped to see if his lover would finally listen to him, slowly crept back onto the bed. He positioned himself behind Orlando then leaned closer to his ear.
“What’s the matter, Orlando?” A groan. “What is it that you want?”
You fucking cunt! Fuck me already, dammit!
Viggo chuckled, but finally asked the question Orlando had been waiting all night to hear. “Do you want me to fuck you, Orlando?” Frantically, Orlando nodded his head. “You want to feel my cock in you?” Another nod, this time accompanied with a frustrated whimper. Viggo grinned, then resumed his position behind Orlando. He was going to give Orlando the fucking of a lifetime.
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Date: 2004-10-18 12:39 pm (UTC)That was too hot for words... But I so need more.. Viggo is being uncharacteristically evil tonight... Hrm... I like it! I thought he was going to stop there but... Nope, he didn't.
But I have the terrible feeling that Orli's going to get some payback sooner or later ^^; That's always a promising thought.
More soon please, I love it!
~K
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Date: 2004-10-18 01:18 pm (UTC)and as far as Orli getting payback goes....i'm afraid i cannot disclose such sensitive information. *snickers*
more on the way!!