Boundaries
part 12/20
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: Lostiawen
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: OB/SB/VM
Summary: Role-playing with a twist.
Archive: VOLA, OEAM. All others please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: spanking, erotic humiliation, puppy play (animal role-playing), post-coital rimming, coarse language.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Author´s Notes:
Okay, I'll be the first one to admit
that the pictures of Viggo´s ass. ..I mean Viggo training
with Uraeus influenced a bit of this chapter.
By the way, one of my hobbies used to be making
cosmetics, and edible gold mica does indeed exist.
(how else do you get gold shimmer lipstick?) Mica,
btw, is a powdered colorant, usually used for cosmetics.
Thanks to Salix for research help and consultation for the
role-playing section. It was advice on how to discipline
dogs, because I'm not a dog person, so get those naughty
thoughts out of your mind. :)
Hugs and kisses to Elizabeth for her help and support this chapter.
I can´t thank you enough for your feedback during
the smut sections, babe. *mwah*
Posted Nov. 25, 2004
Mmm, Orli´s extra demanding this morning. I can feel him nudging me insistently. Well, I´m still tired, so he´s going to have to wait. Shit, just my luck...he´s trying to roll me out of bed.
I reach back to wave him away. "Let me rest just a little while longer, babe," I mumble. Huh? Wait...that doesn´t feel like Orli´s arm....it´s far too thick and furry.
Furry? I sit bolt upright, and Uraeus is looking patiently at me, flicking his ears back and forth. Damn, forgot that I decided to spend the night in his stall.
"Hey, how are you, boy?" I murmur, standing up to rub his nose.
He head bumps me and almost sends me sprawling onto my ass. I chuckle at how demanding he is.
"Okay, okay," I reassure him, stretching over so that I can scratch his favorite spots.
"You know, by all rights, I should be jealous," Orli´s voice says from somewhere else in the barn. He comes closer and leans on the stall door. "You´ve been spending more Saturday mornings rolling in the hay with that four-legged tart than you have with me." He gives me a cute little pout.
Uraeus seems to snort in reply to Orli´s insult. "I think you made him mad," I say, grinning when Orli sticks out his tongue at me.
To be honest, I think Uraeus just annoyed because I stopped petting him. Still, I can´t resist aiming a barb in Orli´s direction. I resume scratching Uraeus´ muzzle, and he leans into my touch. Orli lets out a gusty sigh while he watches the two of us, and I glance over, finally getting a chance to really look at his face. Poor baby, he looks like shit.
"What in hell are you doing up so early? The sun just barely rose," I ask him.
Orli blushes and says, "You´ll think I´m a big poof for saying so, but I can´t sleep when you´re not in the bed. I miss being with you."
I walk over to the door and hug him as best I can. "I´m flattered. I miss being with you, too, but we have a lot of heavy riding to do soon, and I want Uraeus to be comfortable with me. Aragorn´s supposed to be able to talk to all of the fauna of Middle Earth, and we need to be convincing together."
Orli smirks at me. "Yeah, I know, Dr. Doolittle. Daddy´s got to spend time with his Baby."
I lick the end of his nose, "Smart assed elf."
"Ew! Okay, okay, I´ll stop with the comments about your knowledge of animal husbandry!" Orli sputters and wipes off his nose. "Gah, I don´t even know where your tongue has been."
Oh, now *that* sounds like a challenge. I open the door and pull Orli into the stall before he can react. He squeaks as I send him sprawling face down into a pile of hay.
I land on top of him and wrestle his jeans down to his knees. Hmmm, just as I thought -- no boxers today. He´s wriggling and kicking, but it stops as soon as I blow hot air over his ass.
"How about I show you where my tongue has been?" I say in a throaty voice as I part his cheeks.
Orli whimpers, pushing his ass back towards me. I obligingly flick my tongue over his hole, chuckling when he moans at the contact.
"Vig..." he breathes, getting up on all fours.
God, I love it when he´s needy like this. I circle around the puckered skin, watching him writhe underneath me. He reaches back and spreads himself wider.
"More," he says, his voice thick with lust.
Fuck, how can I resist him? I stab my tongue in, groaning when his overheated flesh surrounds me. Orli´s gasping now, and I start moving my tongue in and out, getting diamond hard at the sight of him pulling his cheeks apart while he moans low in his throat.
"Viggo...God, more," he cries out, trying to impale himself on me.
I reach around and grab his dripping cock, jacking him off with firm strokes. He bucks forward, thrusting into my hand, desperate for release. Smiling, I stab in as deep as I can and I curl my tongue downward, rubbing it over his prostate.
"VIGGO!" Orli screams before he throws his head back, coming in hot spurts.
I keep moving my hand, pumping his cock until he rides out his orgasm. Once the shudders leave his body, he rolls to the side, his cheeks flushed and panting as if he´s run a marathon.
"Mmm, you bloody great perv," he says, looking at me with a half-lidded gaze as he basks in the afterglow. I give him a tender kiss before I touch my forehead to his.
Our moment of quiet doesn´t last long...Uraeus nickers and Orli´s eyes shoot wide open in horror. "Shit! You fucking rimmed me in front of the horse!"
"Orli, Uraeus doesn´t give a shit about what we do around him." As if he was agreeing with me, Uraeus snorts and nudges me. Guess he wants more petting in compensation for the humans invading his stall and disturbing him.
"B-but...he´s snorting! He *must* be scandalized," Orli says.
I roll my eyes. "If he´s scandalized about anything, it´s probably over the fact that you came all over his food." I point to the small patch of spunk right next to Orli´s hip. Of course, that hay is actually some fresh stuff that I put into the stall to sleep on, but I can´t pass up this opportunity to have some fun.
That was a mistake. Orli is completely mortified. "Oh fuck! Why didn´t you warn me?" he squawks. He jumps up and says, "God, Uraeus, I´m so sor...urk!"
Oops. Orli forgot that his jeans were around his knees and he tripped over them; landing face down with his ass sticking up in the air. I laugh at his predicament until the tears are rolling down my cheeks.
"Piss off, you wanker," he says before he flips me off. He struggles to poke his head up and gives Uraeus his biggest puppy dog eyes. "I am such a twat, luv..."
"Orli...calm down, babe. You don´t need to apologize to Uraeus...that hay is really for the other end of the horse."
Shit, maybe I shouldn´t have said that. I think everyone living on the South Island could hear the scream that Orli just let out.
***
As I rein in Uraeus, I steal a glance over my shoulder,
and I notice that Orli´s finally stopped pouting. Damn, that took a long time. I´m
surprised he decided to ride out with me, but he
probably couldn´t resist the crisp, beautiful weather. I know I didn´t.
Of course, my little teasing earlier has earned me some punishment. He hasn´t gotten me off yet, but you know what? It was worth it.
Orli urges Percy to trot up next to me. "So, there´s something else I wanted to talk to you about."
"Hmm?"
"Sean´s been right stroppy since he arrived back. I think Abby´s solicitors are buggering him seven ways from Sunday."
Shit, poor guy. "Any suggestions on how we can cheer him up?"
Orli grins at me. "Fancy a little role-playing?"
"What kind? Teacher and rowdy students? Or are we going to act out a scene involving Boromir, Legolas, and Aragorn? Has the Elf decided that he needs to bend the two humans to his will?"
"You know what I´m talking about?" Orli says, looking impressed.
"I decided that I need to learn more, so I´ve been looking things up on the ´Net. And, um, I found some books at one of the local shops. So, what types of characters will we be playing?"
"This will be a little different that what you´ve read. Let me tell you about it..."
Orli outlines what he plans to do, and it takes a lot of control to not drop my jaw open in shock. Holy shit...I wasn´t expecting *that* scenario. But if there´s one thing I´ve learned over the past few months, it´s to trust Orli completely.
"I´ll do it," I reply.
"Brilliant! I´ll call Sean and tell him that he can come over tomorrow."
****
A knock at the door causes me to look up from my painting. Thank God I was fishing for inspiration, because I hate being interrupted.
"Could you get that, luv?" Orli yells from the bedroom. "I´m not done prepping."
I have to stifle a laugh. He gets so wound up about making sure that everything is just right for a scene, even though he has nothing to be anxious about. Oh well, his perfectionism is part of why I love him.
"Just a minute!" I shout while I wash my hands. I get as much of the paint off as I can manage, and then I dry them quickly before I rush to the door and open it. Well that´s a welcome sight -- Sean´s standing in front of me, holding a duffel bag. He looks pretty stressed, but is otherwise none the worse for wear.
"Sean! Glad you could make it!" I say before I give him a big bear hug.
"Like I´d turn Orli´s offer down," he says, squeezing me back. "Fucking solicitors, asking for everything except the kitchen sink. Playing with you two is just what the physician ordered to blow off some steam." He comes in and peers around the living room. "Well, where is your git of a top?"
"Still getting ready, you wanker!" Orli says from the bedroom. "Speaking of which, you and Vig should get into your stuff."
"Where? You´re hogging the bedroom," Sean says.
"Just use the living room," Orli replies.
Sean mutters something about "prissy, uppity elves", but I´m busy closing all of the drapes, so I can´t add in my two cents. He grumbles a bit more, and then starts taking off his clothes, revealing a mouth watering six-pack.
Once he´s naked, I stand in front of him, murmuring, "God, I missed this." I run a finger down his broad chest, and his answering hiss of pleasure sends the blood straight to my cock.
He pulls me closer and whips off my shirt, and I gasp when he presses his bare skin against mine. My head´s spinning as his hand caresses my back, dipping just below the waistband at the base of my spine. He skims his fingers slowly, tracing the bare skin underneath my jeans until his fingers brush my treasure trail, causing me to arch into his touch.
"So did I," he purrs in that voice of his that´s just liquid sin.
He flicks the button of my jeans open and works his hand inside, squeezing my cock. I buck against him, whimpering and craving more. A puzzled look crosses Sean´s face, and he unzips me, shoving my pants down. His eyes study my bare crotch with hunger, and his tongue flicks over his lips.
"Nice shave job," he says in a husky voice. "Orli´s work, I assume?" He starts fondling my cock, making any intelligible answer from me impossible.
I wind up just nodding, and Sean presses his hard dick against my thigh. "Nice," he says, cupping my balls in his other hand. "I wonder what it would feel like if I covered that smooth skin with a nice, hot load?" His tongue flicks across my ear. "And then I´d rub it in, marking you like you were my bitch."
Oh Christ. My knees buckle and I moan, rubbing my needy erection against Sean. I´m about to plead for more when I hear Orli clearing his throat.
"Cunts. I leave you two alone and you wind up distracting each other," Orli says, tapping his toe impatiently.
God, he´s just gorgeous, standing there dressed in a leather harness that crosses over the top of his chest and wraps over his ribs. The harness is decorated with metal studs and is held together in the front by a large O-ring. And if that wasn´t killing me enough, and he´s wearing those low-riding leather pants of his and leather wrist guards that almost cover the entirety of his forearms.
My cock twitches against Sean´s leg, and it takes a monumental effort to not hump him right then and there. I manage to peel myself off with difficulty, and I notice that Orli´s brought out his portable toybox for this session. He puts it down on the carpet, pops the lid open, and hands me a bottle of oil.
"All right...no more delays. Viggo, finish prepping Sean and stash all of the clothes somewhere out of the way. Once you´re done, we´ll get started."
"All right," I say, lowering my eyes to the ground.
I finish stripping, and I pack Sean´s stuff into his bag, trying not to crush the stuff he brought for staying overnight. I then put the duffel and my clothes into the front closet. Okay, that´s everything...I flip the top open on the oil container.
Orli says, "Hold on, shake it up first. There´s a bunch of that stuff that they put into lip balm in there, and it sinks to the bottom."
Stuff? I look closer, and I see gold mica inside the bottle. Yeah, this does need to be mixed well. I close the lid and shake the container for a few minutes. Once I´m sure that the color is evenly distributed, I open it again and pour the oil onto my hands to warm it.
"Oh, and even though this shit is edible, don´t get any of that stuff on his cock, or on yours. It´s really too grainy to be used as lube," Orli notes.
Good thing he reminded me, because any rational thought flies out the door when I start to rub the oil onto Sean´s body. My cock starts dripping as my ministrations coat his skin with a soft, golden shimmer; highlighting his muscles and making him gleam like a mythological hero. Damn, I just want to fall to my knees and suck his cock right now, but Orli will punish me if I delay any longer.
I´m trembling as I apply the oil to myself, rubbing it in thoroughly. Sean is now kneeling on the carpet with his eyes looking down, waiting for Orli´s command. I grunt as I try to get the last of the oil onto my back, but I somehow manage to do it. There, I´m done. I put the bottle on the coffee table, and I take my place beside Sean, copying his position.
"Good," Orli says, pulling out two leather, spiked collars, both of them set with a D-ring in the front. One is in the traditional black, but the other one is an interesting shade of green-blue. I flush with pride...all of the gear Orli has for me is always custom-dyed to match the color of my eyes.
He fastens the black collar on Sean and gives him a pat on the head before he walks over to me. I´m shivering as Orli clasps the leather around my neck.
He strokes my hair and murmurs, "Now, remember... keep it zipped. You´re my pet now, and you´ll stay that way until we´re done."
I lick his hand to acknowledge that I´ve heard him, but I otherwise remain silent. This is definitely a different mindset than what I´m used to assuming, but in retrospect, it´s not any more bizarre than some of the acting exercises my teachers have inflicted on me.
He pats my head again and says, "Good boy." I feel a thrill shoot through me, knowing I´ve pleased my owner. I remind myself that I live for his approval, and nothing else.
He then turns around, swaying that delicious ass of his as he walks back to the box. Fuck, he´s bending over...goddamnit, he knows how that gets to me.
I whimper while Orli rummages around, watching the leather cup his firm cheeks. After what seems like an eternity, he stands up again, grinning as he comes back with two leashes.
"Is something the matter, puppy?" he asks me while he snaps my leash onto the D-ring.
I whine at him, glancing over at Sean with trepedation.
Orli says, "Now, now...I know you´re not happy with your new playmate, but you should make nice with him."
In reply, Sean bares his teeth and snarls at me, rising onto all fours as if he was about to attack. Shit. I start backing away, afraid of what he´s going to do next.
"Down, boy!" Orli says. Sean sits down, glowering while Orli clips the long leather strap onto his collar. "*You* are going to behave, or I´m going to have smack you." I hear a small rumble out of Sean´s throat, but it looks like he isn´t going to push it.
Standing up, Orli commands, "All right, you two, I´m going into the kitchen to nosh on something. Come along." He tugs on our leashes and starts heading off.
Sean and I follow after him on all fours as best as we can. Once Orli reaches the kitchen, he decides to poke around, making several circuits as if he´s waiting for some particular piece of food to magically appear somewhere. Of course, this means that Sean and I get dragged around behind him.
Under any other circumstances, I wouldn´t mind; I have a great view of Orli´s ass from here. However, it´s really hard to avoid bumping into Sean by accident as we navigate around, and each time I nudge him, he growls at me. I shy away, trying to avoid conflict.
Orli settles on pulling some cold pizza and soda out of the fridge. He puts it down on the dinner table and then says, "Sit!" while pointing to the space underneath.
Sean and I comply, scrambling below and crowding around the foot of Orli´s chair. There´s no room under here to sit upright, so we have to press our bellies to the linoleum while we´re on all fours. Thank God I keep the floor spotless. Fuck, and now my view´s cut off -- I can only see Orli from the thighs down.
Orli ties our leashes to a table leg and sits in one of the chairs, spreading his thighs open so that I get a tantalizing view of his crotch in those spray-on pants. While I´m drooling over the sight, I see his hand appear in front of me with a small morsel of pizza perched on his fingertips.
I lean forward and gratefully eat the scrap, making sure to lick his fingers clean after I´m done. He pets my head afterward, cooing praises, and my cock throbs in response. God, this is an entirely new level of submission... just the simple act of pleasing him sends a thrill pulsing through my body.
The next bit of food that´s offered is for Sean, and he eats at a snail´s pace, lavishing attention on Orli´s fingers until I hear a soft moan coming from above. Damnit, that´s *my* privilege.
I´m about to growl a warning at Sean, but it dies in my throat when Orli´s hand drifts into view and cups the leather around his crotch.
He traces slow, lazy circles around the bulge in his pants, rubbing himself through the leather. Fuck...I lick my lips and watch as Orli languidly pulls down the zipper, exposing his groin to my hungry gaze. He pulls his hardening cock out, and I get a perfect view of his fingers dipping lower, running up and down the underside of his erection with a feather light touch.
Christ...I´m aching to taste him, but I´m not supposed to move. It´s sheer torture hearing Orli´s breath escaping in short hitches while he teases himself. I´m just about to burst when he lets out a breathy cry and closes his fist around his cock. He tugs on his shaft, making those soft noises of his that just drive me insane. Shit...I can´t take anymore, and I let out a needy whimper.
Orli responds with a husky laugh. "I´m sorry, I´ve been ignoring my puppy, haven´t I?" he says before he swipes his fingers through the pre-come beading at the tip of his dick.
He extends his wet digits towards me and purrs, "Here´s your treat for being so good."
I creep forward eagerly, but Sean shoves me aside and starts licking Orli´s hand. All right, I´ve had it with this newcomer. I push Sean aside with my shoulder, snarling low in my throat at him. Sean glares at me and growls, baring his teeth as if he´s about to attack.
I´m about to respond in kind when Orli shouts, "Oi! Knock it off!" My neck is grabbed, and before I can squirm free, my face is pushed down to the floor.
"Behave!" Orli yells. I stop fighting, and I surrender to him without argument. Orli reaches for Sean, but he dodges out of the way and sinks his teeth into Orli´s arm guard, howling like a wild animal.
Holy shit, I can´t believe he fucking did that. However, Orli hasn´t lost his composure. He jerks hard on the back of Sean´s collar, causing him to let go.
"Fucking a´! I *told* you what would happen if you got stroppy," Orli says as he unhooks us from the table. He pauses to zip himself up before he rises to his feet.
Orli drags Sean out of sight, and I hear Sean fighting him the entire way. Curiosity gets the better of me, but I don´t want to trip myself up. The best solution I can think of is to grab my leash with my mouth and scurry after them. Thank God I only have a short distance to go -- it sounds like they´re in the living room. Fuck, how did Orli manage to wrestle Sean over to the toybox?
I forget about my question when Orli reaches inside and produces a riding crop. Oh God...he´s really going to use that thing.
Orli doesn´t pay attention to me, though; all of his focus is on Sean. With his left hand, Orli grabs the back of Sean´s neck and exerts pressure, forcing Sean´s face down into the carpet. His legs start buckling, but Orli uses a foot to push Sean´s hips up, causing him to point his ass into the air.
"You´re going to have to be punished," Orli says in a dangerous voice before he brings the crop down sharply on a round cheek, causing Sean to yelp in surprise.
My brain doesn´t really have time to process this before Orli hits the other one. Sean yelps again, and he has just enough time to register the blow when Orli smacks him again.
Orli continues with this pattern, peppering Sean´s butt with strikes of increasing strength, and I wince at each sound of leather striking flesh. I manage to tear my eyes away and look at Sean´s face, expecting to see it contorted in pain.
Oh, holy fuck...there´s no mistaking the sheer ecstasy on his features. His lips are parted, and he´s panting hard as Orli continues to spank him. I whimper in frustration as I watch Sean push his ass backwards to meet each blow, the sunlight glinting off his oiled, golden muscles as he arches up; crying out and wordlessly begging for more.
His butt is an angry red when Orli stops and releases him. Defeated, Sean crawls over to me, his head lowered. Poor guy...I drop the leather in my mouth and nuzzle him. He makes a pitiful noise. Shit, there must be something I can do make him feel better. All I can think of is to creep backwards and flick a tongue over his ass, hoping that the contact will soothe his skin.
Sean doesn´t flinch at all, instead making a deep, rumbling noise. Encouraged, I begin lapping at his abused flesh, enjoying the guttural sounds spilling from his throat, dipping my tongue into the cleft between his cheeks. He shivers in reaction, tension winding through his body as I continue tasting him. I forget about the earlier aggression he had towards me, and I keep lavishing attention on his skin, happy to be giving him pleasure. Without breaking contact, I move down lower, licking his balls with hot swipes of my tongue.
Panting, Sean surprises me by circling around and jumping on top of me, knocking me to the ground. Before I can protest, he starts nudging his cock at my hole. I yowl indignantly, pissed off that he decided to take advantage of me.
Suddenly, the weight on top of me is gone. I look over my shoulder, and Orli is holding the back of Sean´s collar with a firm grip, trying to maintain control while Sean thrashes around, trying to get free.
"Sit, damnit! Or I´ll get the crop out again!" Orli commands. At the threat, Sean obeys, glowering with anger.
I scramble to my feet and snap at Sean. Goddamnit, I´ve tried to be nice, but he´s being a prick. I was Orli´s pet first, and I can´t believe that he won´t accept that. I bellow in anger at him, and Sean responds in kind, lunging towards me.
Orli jerks Sean back and comments, "It looks like neither of you is going to be satisfied until we establish a pecking order, yeah? Quiet, both of you! Stay!"
Sean and I hunch down, glaring at each other. Orli ignores us and strolls over to a table, pulling out some silicone lube from one of his hidden caches.
He looks at Sean and commands, "Come here."
Sean scrambles to his hands and knees, and he crawls over to Orli´s side in an eye blink. Orli leans down and unclips the leash. While I´m trying to figure out what he has in mind, he applies lube to his hand and closes his fist around Sean´s cock.
Sean cries out, bucking forward. Orli murmurs encouragements while Sean thrusts mindlessly, trying to find release. He brings Sean to the edge and then stops, ignoring Sean´s pitiful whine of frustration.
"Now it´s your turn," Orli says, smirking at me. He removes my leash and I lick my lips when he puts more lube on his hand. I get into position without any prompting, and Orli grabs my cock, twisting his hand along the length.
Fuck, he knows that drives me wild. I bite my lip to avoid moaning, and Orli whispers to me, "Mmm...That´s it, puppy...fuck my hand. You love it when Daddy strokes you like this, don´t you?"
Shit. Goddamnit, I shouldn´t be turned on, but he´s killing me by talking like that. I hump his fist with abandon, blushing the entire time.
"Oh yeah...do it..." Orli purrs. My body starts shuddering as I get close, and Orli chooses that moment to let me go.
I growl at him, but Orli pets me on the head. "Now, now... save that for Sean. You´ll need that to defend your rank." Okay, I´m confused. What in hell is he talking about?
In answer to my unspoken question, Orli whispers, "You´re going to fight him for dominance. First pet to fuck the other wins."
Fight? He´s got to be shitting me...Christ, I just took a look at Sean. There´s no mistaking the predatory gleam in his eyes.
I guess I don´t have a choice. I study Sean while Orli backs away, sizing up my rival. I notice Sean is doing the same, and the two of us start circling around each other -- oiled muscles rippling as we move carefully on all fours, both of us looking for an opening. I can´t hope to defeat Sean in a contest of pure brute strength, so I´m going to have to rely on my speed.
Sean hits a rough patch of carpet and is distracted for a split second. That´s all I need. I pounce on him, snarling in fury. Sean scurries out of my path at the last minute, causing me to slam into the couch. Fuck! He was bluffing. However, that quick shuffle put him a little off-balance, and I seize the opportunity to jump on top of him.
He rears up suddenly, growling in anger, and I´m thrown off, slamming without grace into the floor. The room spins from my skull impacting into the carpet, and I roll onto my stomach, shaking my head to clear it.
Come on...come on...get back in there...Oof! Shit, he´s on top of me, putting his hands over mine and using his full weight to hold me down. I howl in rage at him, and I push upward as hard as I can, trying to get free. Christ, his hold is too firm, and I start aching inside when I realize that I can´t move.
Sean bites my shoulder hard and I cry out softly. I can´t help it...heat flushes through my body and I go weak inside...I want him to take me now...want him to use me...YES!
I scream as Sean rams his cock home, quivering as he fills me. He doesn´t waste any time on niceties -- he pounds into me as hard as he can, showing me who´s in control. I´m helpless in this position, and all I can do is cry out as he fucks me, my skin scraping across the carpet as he ruts without any restraint.
He slams forward one final time, throwing his head back to roar in triumph as he comes, his cock pulsing while he continues to thrust. I let out a moan as his empties his load, shivering as the hot liquid splashes inside of me.
We´re still panting hard when I hear the sounds of clothing being removed and the familiar squish of lube being applied.
"Get off of him," Orli says.
Sean pulls out, and I protest, hungering to be filled. I shouldn´t have worried -- I soon feel Orli´s body pressing against mine, and he rubs his erection against my crack, leaving a trail of pre-come as he slides over my skin.
I whimper as he tortures me, the heat of his cock tracing a scorching path over my overheated flesh.
Chuckling, Orli tugs on my hips, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. "Just watching you get fucked like that made me so hot," he purrs, bumping his dick against my hole.
I push back, and he says with a husky laugh, "Such an overeager puppy..." before he enters me with one brutal thrust. I shriek as he rams into me, feeling as if I´m being turned inside out.
Orli doesn´t give me a chance to recover before he starts fucking me brutally, hitting my prostate with every stroke. God, I´ll never get tired of this... the initial bite of pain that soon fades into supreme bliss. The ache that travels through my body as he enters me again and again...I just can´t get enough, and I meet each one of his thrusts, silently begging for more.
Noticing my eagerness, he hisses, "On the other hand, maybe you´re just a bitch...look at you, dripping like you´re in heat...filled to the brim with hot, slippery spunk...you just want to spread your legs and get fucked, don´t you?"
I make a small, needy noise in response and he says, "Yeah...you can´t go without cock for one second...you just want that hole of yours filled until there´s come trickling down your leg and you´re sore as hell." He pounds into me, and I cry out, arching my back, desperate to rub my cock against something, anything to find relief.
Orli laughs and keeps up his merciless pace, his balls slapping against my ass, each deep stroke sending jolts through my body. I shiver, knowing that he´s re-establishing his ownership of me, claiming me, marking me as his...
His breath starts hitching and then Orli moans and plunges into me a final time, screaming my name as he finds his release. I squeeze his cock with my internal muscles, groaning as I feel his spunk pouring into me, mixing with Sean´s. Fuck... I´m about to die now, I need to come so badly...
Orli´s still trembling when he removes his softening cock and flips me over. Before I can react, he grabs my drooling erection and stabs his tongue into my ass.
Oh FUCK! I cry out as Orli laps up the musky fluid in my hole, using his free hand to jerk me off. I start thrashing from the dual assault, and he pushes in deeper, simultaneously flicking his thumb over the head of my cock.
I let out an ear-splitting scream and arch up, chanting obscenities as I climax. Orli continues to pump my cock until I collapse back onto the ground, keeping up the rhythm until he milks me dry.
He brings his hand towards my mouth. "Clean me," he says.
I obediently lick every drop up; closing my eyes as I savor the taste, making a show of extending my tongue as far as it will go. I manage to ignore the temptation to suck his fingers into my mouth, even though we´re close to finishing. Once I swipe up the last bit, Orli unbuckles my collar and kisses me, his eyes crinkling with delight.
"You were fucking fantastic," he says. "I can´t believe that you manage to stay quiet the entire time."
"Let me tell you about the time that I didn´t speak for three months because of a role I had."
"Bloody method actors," Orli says as he walks over and releases Sean.
As soon as he´s free, Sean crushes Orli against his chest. "Christ! That was exactly what I needed."
Orli says, "I think you gave Viggo a bit of a scare with the biting. He looked like he was about to faint."
I reply, "I was not! Sean just startled me."
"Sorry about that, Vig. But there´s no better way to blow off steam than with a good spanking," Sean says with a smirk.
"Uh, if you say so." The idea of erotic pain still escapes me, but I´m not going to question it if it works for Sean.
Orli looks over at me with concern. "Are you doing okay? It wasn´t too weird, was it?"
"Well, you did surprise me at first, but I figured that you wouldn´t have suggested it if you thought I couldn´t handle it."
Orli scuffs the carpet with his foot. "I actually wasn´t too sure if you were ready for this."
Sean snorts, "He´s fine, you Southern softie. Why don´t we discuss this in depth over food? I´m starving."
Uh oh, I knew I forgot something this weekend. "Shit, we haven´t had time to stock the fridge."
Sean rolls his eyes. "Bloody great hosts you are. How about I go pick up some takeaway after I have a shower? Sound good?"
"Sure," I say, picking up Orli´s discarded leather pants. As usual, I have clean up duty, so I get busy -- hanging up Orli´s gear, packing things back into his main toybox, and cleaning up any oil that got smeared on the carpet.
By the time I´m done, Sean´s car is pulling out of the driveway. Damnit, and I just remembered that I forgot to check my messages yesterday. Oh well, no time like the present. I pick up Orli´s phone and call my machine, entering in the code so that I can retrieve my messages.
The first one is from Peter, asking questions about some of the script changes I faxed to him two nights ago. The next one is from Ian, gently reminding us that he´s throwing a dinner party in a couple of days, and that we should think about leaving the bedroom once in a while.
Wait, there´s a third message? I wonder who it is..."Hi Dad, Exene let me take three days off of school. I´ll be flying down next week for Memorial Day weekend, won´t that be cool?"
Oh shit. It´s from Henry.
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end part 12