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rugbytackleTitle : Invasion of Privacy 2/5
Pairing : Viggo/Sean
Warning : AU, a bit of BDSM, nothing too heavy though
Rating : NC-17
Archiving : rugbytackling, viggo_cursive, switch_bottoms
Summary : Viggo is a paparazzi, and Sean is being more or less stalked. Sean decides to put an end to that in a extraordinairy way.
Authors :![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mooms (Viggo) govi20 (Sean)
DISCLAIMER : written for fun, not for profit. All dirty lies !
Previous parts : here
Invasion of Privacy
Part 2/5
Sean
I walk around the building where this guy lives a few times, trying to figure out how to get in. I found out that he lives alone, and that suits me very well.
Finally, I shrug and walk to the entrance of the building, having made up some sort of convincing story, and I press the bell under the little card that says V. Mortensen. I just hope he’s home.
His voice sounds tinny through the intercom, and to my surprise and delight, he tells me to come right up. I hope he’s just the careless type and it doesn’t mean he’s expecting someone, but the opportunity is too good not to take.
I feel a bit bad about what I am about to do now, but he certainly deserves the blow I deliver when he opens the door. I spent quite some time boxing in my youth and I was rather good at it. Some things you never forget, and I know where to hit him. He goes down like a log, surprise written on his face.
I step in and close the door behind me. When I bend over to pick him up I see his open wallet on the floor, some small change lying next to it. He must have expected some sort of delivery. That’s probably why he let me in.
A quick inspection shows his apartment has a living room with a kitchen area, a bathroom, bedroom and some other room I don’t check out. I grab his wrist and drag him behind me to the bedroom. I lift him onto the bed, and secure his wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the cuffs I brought.
I have just finished putting on the small ball gag when the buzzer sounds. I go to the door and press the intercom.
“Yeah?”
“Mario’s Pizza,”
I grin and tell him to come right up, I pull off the ski mask, rip off the gloves, and take a few bills out of my victim’s wallet. I pay the boy for the pizza and step back into the flat.
Inside, I take off my coat and put on my ski mask and gloves again. With the black leather pants, tight black tee and leather arm straps I look pretty frightening I guess. I take the pizza with me to the bedroom. My prey has his eyes wide open and he looks seriously scared. Good!
There’s a red spot on his left cheek slowly darkening, and he will have a painful reminder of meeting me for a few days, but no permanent damage. He’s trying to speak, but the gag prevents him, and I only hear faint sounds.
I pull up a chair next to the bed and take a long look at him. I must admit he looks pretty good, lean and muscled. It’s a nice unexpected bonus, him answering the door half naked, I must say. And it gives me a lot to work with.
The smell of basil and tomato fills the room, and I open the pizza box, take out a slice and start eating it. Melted cheese drips over the leather gloves I am still wearing.
Using my RADA voice in favour of the Sheffield accent, I make a mock salute.
“Cheers, mate! I was really quite hungry. Extra onions the next time please.”
He makes a pained noise, and his eyes are blazing at me. I bend over to him, and grab his chin in my hand.
“Look, I will take out the gag, if you promise to behave. If you try anything I will put it back in, and I won’t even care if you suffocate! Do you promise?”
He hesitates a few seconds and then unwillingly nods. I stand up and undo the buckles on the back of his head.
He draws in a deep breath, his tongue moistening his dry lips.
“Hey, I don’t know what the fuck you want,” he croaks out, “but whatever it is, take it and leave, man !”
“It’s not like I really need your approval,” I say with a chuckle. “It seems to me I can take whatever I like without you stopping me.” With that I slowly let my left hand glide over his chest, brushing his nipple and then further down, until I reach the waistband of his sweatpants.
His eyes turn wide, and he starts sweating a little.
“Do you want money? There’s some money in the dresser over there, “he gestures with his head.
“To tell you the truth, Viggo – can I call you Viggo? – when I saw you on TV last night I said to myself ‘now here’s a guy who is a proper bastard just like me, and probably earns a lot of money with what he does.’ But that’s not why I came here. I came here because I quite fancied you, and to see if you were as good looking in real life. Well you are and I can't wait to play with you!”
He looks at me in terror, his wrists pulling the relentless steel of the handcuffs.
“Is this some kind of joke? You are kidding me, aren’t you? “
“No,” I say, “I am serious. I guess I am kind of stalking you.”
He just stares at me.
“You of all people should understand, Viggo.”
Viggo
I suppose I must have been completely out for a while and then, once I surface, it takes a few minutes for me to come round completely. When I do, it’s like waking up from a nightmare to find you are still in one.
My head is throbbing and I can feel a lump forming on the back, where it hit the floor. My face hurts, where the punch landed, but worst of all, I am spread-eagled on my own bed, with my wrists and ankles cuffed to the head and foot.
There is something hard and round in my mouth and I want to retch, but am fearful of choking.
I am alone in the room, but I hear voices out on the landing and guess the real pizza guy has arrived. Pulling at the cuffs just hurts my wrists and I try to shout for help, but the gag works effectively and only a muffled croak comes out.
In desperation, I strain at my bonds, but I hear the door slam and my hope of escape is gone. Fuck!
My captor comes back into the room, carrying the pizza box, and sits down to inspect me. He seems to be alone and judging by the way he knocked me out and managed to get me in here and on the bed, he must be really strong.
A trickle of cold sweat runs down my spine. He is dressed from head to foot in black, mostly leather and if the aim is to scare me, it sure is working. I try to glare at him, but he calmly opens the box and starts to eat my pizza. The savoury aroma makes my stomach groan and reminds me how hungry I am.
I can’t take my eyes off his black leather gloves as, tipping his head back, he slowly feeds the triangle of pizza into his mouth and molten cheese runs down the leather. Ironically, If I wasn’t so fucking frightened, I would find this erotic, in fact, the fear is actually causing things to stir in my pants, which is ridiculous.
The bastard mocks me and something about his voice is familiar, though I can’t place it at the moment. Indignantly I try to protest that he can’t do this, but the gag works too well.
He grabs my jaw in strong fingers and I wince, as he tells me he will take out the gag if I promise to behave. If I don’t, then he will put it back and when he tells me that he won’t care if I suffocate, the menace in his voice convinces me that he means it.
I don’t suppose I have any choice, so I nod reluctantly and he unbuckles the thing, leaning over me so that his leather–clad crotch is in my face, then moves back to his chair.
Relieved, I gulp in air. My mouth is painfully dry and I try to moisten my lips. I tell him that whatever he wants, he should take it and just go. This has to be a robbery, right?
My eyes open in shock as he starts to stroke his gloved hand down my naked torso, brushing a nipple and approaching perilously close to my waistband. He is telling me that he doesn’t need my permission and can take what he wants. I always had a vivid, artist’s imagination and now it is working overtime. Please let this be a robbery.
“Do you want money? There’s some money in the dresser over there,” I nod in the general direction, which is a mistake, as it sets my head jangling.
He chuckles throatily and tells me that he saw me on TV last night and now he wants to play with me. Now I am really frightened and involuntarily tug at my cuffs again, sweat pouring down my body. This has to be some kind of a sick joke, but when I ask him, he says he is deadly serious. Oh God, I may have fallen into the hands of some sick, sadistic serial killer. My stomach lurches and I am relieved that I haven’t eaten today, otherwise I would have really humiliated myself.
Then he tells me he is stalking me and I, of all people should understand that. I realise that this has something to do with my job and I am not just a random victim.
Suddenly, it all falls into place, I recognise the voice and I know what this is all about. For a second, I could weep with relief.
This is Sean, my stalkee. He may be pissed off with me, may want revenge, but he’s a well known actor and public figure, not a maniac. Surely he won’t really hurt me.
“I know you,” I croak. “You’re Sean Bean. Look, okay, if you wanted to scare me, you’ve succeeded. Now please, release me and we’ll talk.”
“Afraid not, my friend. I suggest you keep very, very still.”
To my horror, he produces a knife from the black leather bag at his feet and begins slowly and methodically cutting off my sweatpants.
Sean
I am not surprised he recognizes me. I know my voice is hard to disguise. He seems very much relieved, like it’s all over now, but I am not letting him off the hook that easily.
I take the knife, which I’ve sharpened only this morning, from my bag, and start cutting his sweatpants from his body. I don’t have to tell him again not to move, especially not when the knife cuts the fabric near his crotch.
Finally I have him fully exposed, and I smile when I see his straining erection.
“What’s that Viggo? Looks like someone is enjoying himself. Now who’s the kinky pervert here?”
He sweats even worse than before, and his voice trembles slightly, when he tries to reason with me.
“Look, I won’t tell the police if you let me go now. The picture scandal will be nothing compared with this. It will cost you your career.”
Again I smile at him. He still seems to think he can talk himself out of this.
“Let you go? But we’ve only just started! And tell the police what, Viggo? You invited me in to start with.”
“You’re just trying to scare me! I know that party was just a themed one. I know you’re not really into this.”
“That’s what my agent and I told two very respectable newspapers and one magazine this afternoon. They were very much interested in our version of my so called kinky habits. By the way, quite a few well known friends who were there too, will confirm my story. So I was having a bit of fun and got drunk, big deal. I don’t really think my fans will blame me for that.”
I slowly pull off the ski mask, and comb my hair with my fingers.
“I’ve found out you took those other shots too, the ones that messed up my relationship. Tsk, tsk, Viggo, you seem to have something against me. You’re a bad boy, and soon you’ll find out what I do with bad boys like you. But first things first.”
I stand up, and take one of the two cameras lying on the small table near the window.
“I am not much of a photographer, but I am sure I can make a few nice shots of you anyway,” I say while I walk around the bed, and take a few pictures. Again I must admit he is really beautiful.
“Fucking bastard,” he spits out, turning his head away.
I sit down on the bed this time. His erection is seriously waning now, and I let my still gloved fingers creep up from his ankles to the inside of his thigh and he shivers. I bend over towards his crotch, and while he presses back into the mattress, his cock shows a quick recovery. I blow a bit of cool air over his cock, and watch it swell. Damned if he hasn’t got me aroused.
“I like girls, but I like men too,” I say without looking up. I let my hand slide up and slowly stroke his balls and the skin behind them. There’s a muffled sound above me and I bend down and give a few small licks over his cock. This time the sound he makes is no longer muffled, and I look up.
His face is contorted, his eyes closed, and he’s panting heavily.
“I think you are enjoying this a little too much,” I say, and reach out for my bag.
“I bet you didn’t think I was really into kink,” and I show him the cock ring, and the nipple clamps. “But I’ll tell you a little secret, I am.”
The handcuffs rattle against the metal rails of the headboard when he struggles to lift his head up from the bed. His voice is deep, low and steady now.
“You use that stuff on me, and I’ll make you regret it. I know I can’t stop you now, but I swear I’ll get you for that. The only parts offered to you will be in cheesy porn flicks.”
Ah... finally he is fighting back. I like that, and I was kind of wondering if he was just a coward. Well, he’s not. His cock isn’t chickening out either, but standing up proudly.
“What do you expect me to do then Viggo? Suck your dick to settle matters?”
I reach out for a nipple, tugging it, then giving it a sharp twist, and he gasps. It isn’t easy to attach the clamp to his nipple, especially not when he’s trying to squirm out of my gloved hands, but finally I succeed. I repeat the whole thing with the other nipple, and I look at my work appreciatively.
I grab the chain dangling in between and give a careful tug. Again he gasps, even though he tries to bite it off. I grin and pat him on the shoulder.
“You’re a fucking natural, my friend. We are going to have so much fun. Now just let me attach this cock ring, we don’t want to end this too soon, do we ? Maybe I’ll take some more pictures after that, and then we can have a look what else I’ve got in my bag.”
I grab his cock, which pulses in my hand, and close the cock ring over his balls.
I look at him, his eyes are closed and in all honesty, I am not so much pissed off now, as aroused by him. For a moment I hesitate, wondering if I should stop now, as I more or less planned to. I never planned to really go this far in the first place.
But I am enjoying this too much. I am not ready to let him go yet.
Viggo
My initial relief at recognising my captor turns to dismay as he deftly uses what looks to be a wickedly sharp knife to cut away my only garment.
When a razor-sharp blade is working in the vicinity of your balls, it tends to concentrate the mind and I raise my head and watch anxiously. I can’t believe that he really intends to cut me, but what if he slips?
Annoyingly, the danger has had a stimulating effect on my cock, as is revealed, when the last of the cloth falls away, much to his amusement.
He has the nerve to call me a kinky pervert!
I tell myself that he is not a maniac, but a rational man, with a career to protect and I try to reason with him. The sweat is still pouring down my body and I curse the fact that my voice is a little unsteady, as I tell him that if he releases me, I won’t go to the police.
Surely he can’t think that if news of this got out, it wouldn’t wreck his career?
He’s not cooperating, though and in desperation I admit to him that I knew he was at themed party and not really into this.
He doesn’t seem bothered, telling me that he and his agent have already dealt with the fallout from the pictures and fuck, he’s found out that I was responsible for the last lot, which resulted in his marriage being called off.
Fear begins to build again and I begin to wonder if I have really driven him over the edge and he’s lost it enough to do me some serious damage.
He has pulled off his mask and close up, he is a handsome devil and knows it. In other circumstances, I would be interested in getting to know him better, but now the bastard has the upper hand and he circles the bed, taking up one of my cameras and snapping off a couple of pictures.
I swear at him, turning my head away, any arousal I felt fast waning. I don’t like feeling this helpless and now the bed sinks as he sits by me and I feel his gloved hands moving up my thighs. Shivering I feel his breath on my cock and try to move away, but there is nowhere to go.
My treacherous cock starts to revive and I try to will away my erection. He is touching me again and I screw my eyes tight shut, muting a groan. I am not consenting to this. I can scarcely believe it, but I am being molested here, by Richard fucking Sharpe.
He’s telling me that he likes men as well as women, then I feel his tongue on my cock and this time my groan isn’t mute.
The next thing he does is totally outrageous. He leans down to his bag and my eyes snap open, at a rattle of metal. He is holding what I recognise as a cock ring and some fiendish looking little clamps with teeth like crocodiles, joined by a chain. This has gone far enough!
I snarl at him and threaten dire revenge if the bastard tries to use that stuff on me, but I yelp as he cruelly twists a nipple and I feel the sharp teeth of the clamp bite. I squirm away from him, but though his gloved hands slip on my wet skin, he succeeds in attaching the clamps to both nipples and gives a tug to the chain for good measure. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, I try to stifle my gasp, but fail.
My eyes close again as he takes hold of my cock, which is painfully hard and attaches the cock ring.
How sick is this? I took the pictures of him dressed like a leather daddy and now it turns out that he really is into this kinky stuff in real life. I admit to swinging both ways, but I have never been into BDSM.
I don’t get off on this stuff, I tell myself, but for some reason, my body is responding, my cock straining against its confinement and the vicious little clamps sending electric shocks through my nipples. How far does he intend to go? I can’t believe that he would actually rape me. Surely he is just toying with me to get his revenge and if I am honest, he has cause.
My mouth is getting dryer by the minute, but I lick my cracked lips and manage to speak again,
“Okay, Sean, you’ve had your fun, put the fear of God into me and humiliated me. I accept you have good cause to be pissed with me. Now please, stop this, let me go now, before things go any further and I’ll make a deal with you not to go to the cops or the tabloids.”
His reply is to give me an evil grin, yank my chain again and pick up the camera. He takes a few more shots, then gropes into his bag, the grin getting wider,
“Oh no, Viggo, the fun is just beginning. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Time to move on to some more advanced instruction, I think.”
Sean
Again he tries to reason with me, but I just love the way his body enjoys this and I yank his chain a little. His head rolls backwards, and I take some pictures from various angles.
I know I am taking a big risk here. Eventually I will have to release him and he might go to the police, but I just don’t seem able to stop myself. Anyway, I can’t be bothered by it right now, I’ll think about it later.
I inform him we are not finished yet, and grin as I get some items from my bag. I’ve only brought them to scare the shit out of him, but fuck if I am not going to use them now. Just a little, I tell myself. Experience tells me he’s not really submissive material, but he does like to play. Well, so do I and I enjoy a bit of a fight.
I show him the handful I’ve brought up from the bag, and spread them carefully on the bed. He eyes them warily, but doesn’t say a word.
“Now Viggo,” I say cheerful, I’ll be nice and give you a choice, which is more than you gave me. I will either use all this stuff on you, or you can suck my cock. So what will it be?”
He scowls at me, his eyes blazing.
“I’d rather suck a pig ! Unless you allow me to bite your dick off.”
I can’t help laugh at that,
“I am sorry mate, no teeth allowed. But you’ve chosen well I think,” and I pick up the blindfold and tie it around his head. I give a vicious short yank on the chain and this time he cries out.
“It’s a shame, but I will have to remove those clamps. If they stay on too long, they will cause damage, and we can’t have that just yet.”
I take off my gloves and remove the mean little devices from his nipples. He flinches, but then goes rigid again. I pick up the little purple flogger. It has 12 leather tails, and I know from experience they give a nice sting. I trail his body from the neck towards his cock, just stoking him softly with the tails, and then up again. He shivers and the tight nubs on his chest tighten even more. Then I lash out, not using even half force, aiming on his right nipple.
He cries out sharply, more from shock then from pain probably, and I strike the other nipple. He curses, and I let the tails trail down his body again, dragging them over his cock. He holds his breath, obviously expecting the next blow there. His poor cock is purple, fighting its restraints, despite the danger.
“Relax Viggo,” I say. ”It will hurt less if you do. Or are you ready to suck my dick now?”
He stays silent, his mouth a grim line of determination.
I lash out again, a little harder this time, and strike his upper thigh. He yelps when I land a volley of blows over his thighs, and then I lay down the flogger to admire my handwork.
He has pinked up very nicely, but nothing that would really seriously hurt. His breathing is ragged, and I am pretty sure he’s enjoying this on a certain level.
“You took this like a man Viggo,” I say with a chuckle, “time for a little reward.”
I grab his cock and release it from the steel ring. I know he has to fight off his climax, biting his lips, but he manages.
I pick up the blue jelly cock ring and close it over his balls.
“There, isn’t that one much more comfortable, Viggo? And it has extras. It even has a name. It’s called ‘Tickle your Pickle.’ You see, it has this little metal bullet, that presses against your balls, and then when I flip this switch...”
A soft buzzing sound fills the room, when the vibrating cock ring does its work. It is quite an invention, because even though it feels wonderful, it still keeps you from coming.
Viggo seems to enjoy it too, his mouth is open now, and he’s making soft sounds. He’s beautiful, and it’s hard to remember the reason I came here. There’s really nothing I would rather do now than fuck him, but that’s out of the question of course.
I grab the cooling lube from the bed and squeeze a dollop in my hand. I slowly start applying the gel into the heated skin around his nipples, massaging them gently. His back arches up, and I can’t help bending over and sucking one nipple in, laving it with my tongue. He moans throatily and I decide he has had enough. I sit up, turn off the switch and remove the cock ring. I stroke his cock firmly, the way I like stroking myself, and watch him coming undone.
His head dips back in the pillows, and he shouts while he spurts over my hand.
I try to ignore my own, now almost painful erection, while I stand up and remove his blindfold.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I warn him, “let them adjust to the light.”
After a few seconds he carefully blinks and we look each other in the eye from very close by.
“Fuck,” he says, and oh God if only...
TBC
Pairing : Viggo/Sean
Warning : AU, a bit of BDSM, nothing too heavy though
Rating : NC-17
Archiving : rugbytackling, viggo_cursive, switch_bottoms
Summary : Viggo is a paparazzi, and Sean is being more or less stalked. Sean decides to put an end to that in a extraordinairy way.
Authors :
mooms (Viggo) govi20 (Sean) DISCLAIMER : written for fun, not for profit. All dirty lies !
Previous parts : here
Invasion of Privacy
Part 2/5
Sean
I walk around the building where this guy lives a few times, trying to figure out how to get in. I found out that he lives alone, and that suits me very well.
Finally, I shrug and walk to the entrance of the building, having made up some sort of convincing story, and I press the bell under the little card that says V. Mortensen. I just hope he’s home.
His voice sounds tinny through the intercom, and to my surprise and delight, he tells me to come right up. I hope he’s just the careless type and it doesn’t mean he’s expecting someone, but the opportunity is too good not to take.
I feel a bit bad about what I am about to do now, but he certainly deserves the blow I deliver when he opens the door. I spent quite some time boxing in my youth and I was rather good at it. Some things you never forget, and I know where to hit him. He goes down like a log, surprise written on his face.
I step in and close the door behind me. When I bend over to pick him up I see his open wallet on the floor, some small change lying next to it. He must have expected some sort of delivery. That’s probably why he let me in.
A quick inspection shows his apartment has a living room with a kitchen area, a bathroom, bedroom and some other room I don’t check out. I grab his wrist and drag him behind me to the bedroom. I lift him onto the bed, and secure his wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the cuffs I brought.
I have just finished putting on the small ball gag when the buzzer sounds. I go to the door and press the intercom.
“Yeah?”
“Mario’s Pizza,”
I grin and tell him to come right up, I pull off the ski mask, rip off the gloves, and take a few bills out of my victim’s wallet. I pay the boy for the pizza and step back into the flat.
Inside, I take off my coat and put on my ski mask and gloves again. With the black leather pants, tight black tee and leather arm straps I look pretty frightening I guess. I take the pizza with me to the bedroom. My prey has his eyes wide open and he looks seriously scared. Good!
There’s a red spot on his left cheek slowly darkening, and he will have a painful reminder of meeting me for a few days, but no permanent damage. He’s trying to speak, but the gag prevents him, and I only hear faint sounds.
I pull up a chair next to the bed and take a long look at him. I must admit he looks pretty good, lean and muscled. It’s a nice unexpected bonus, him answering the door half naked, I must say. And it gives me a lot to work with.
The smell of basil and tomato fills the room, and I open the pizza box, take out a slice and start eating it. Melted cheese drips over the leather gloves I am still wearing.
Using my RADA voice in favour of the Sheffield accent, I make a mock salute.
“Cheers, mate! I was really quite hungry. Extra onions the next time please.”
He makes a pained noise, and his eyes are blazing at me. I bend over to him, and grab his chin in my hand.
“Look, I will take out the gag, if you promise to behave. If you try anything I will put it back in, and I won’t even care if you suffocate! Do you promise?”
He hesitates a few seconds and then unwillingly nods. I stand up and undo the buckles on the back of his head.
He draws in a deep breath, his tongue moistening his dry lips.
“Hey, I don’t know what the fuck you want,” he croaks out, “but whatever it is, take it and leave, man !”
“It’s not like I really need your approval,” I say with a chuckle. “It seems to me I can take whatever I like without you stopping me.” With that I slowly let my left hand glide over his chest, brushing his nipple and then further down, until I reach the waistband of his sweatpants.
His eyes turn wide, and he starts sweating a little.
“Do you want money? There’s some money in the dresser over there, “he gestures with his head.
“To tell you the truth, Viggo – can I call you Viggo? – when I saw you on TV last night I said to myself ‘now here’s a guy who is a proper bastard just like me, and probably earns a lot of money with what he does.’ But that’s not why I came here. I came here because I quite fancied you, and to see if you were as good looking in real life. Well you are and I can't wait to play with you!”
He looks at me in terror, his wrists pulling the relentless steel of the handcuffs.
“Is this some kind of joke? You are kidding me, aren’t you? “
“No,” I say, “I am serious. I guess I am kind of stalking you.”
He just stares at me.
“You of all people should understand, Viggo.”
Viggo
I suppose I must have been completely out for a while and then, once I surface, it takes a few minutes for me to come round completely. When I do, it’s like waking up from a nightmare to find you are still in one.
My head is throbbing and I can feel a lump forming on the back, where it hit the floor. My face hurts, where the punch landed, but worst of all, I am spread-eagled on my own bed, with my wrists and ankles cuffed to the head and foot.
There is something hard and round in my mouth and I want to retch, but am fearful of choking.
I am alone in the room, but I hear voices out on the landing and guess the real pizza guy has arrived. Pulling at the cuffs just hurts my wrists and I try to shout for help, but the gag works effectively and only a muffled croak comes out.
In desperation, I strain at my bonds, but I hear the door slam and my hope of escape is gone. Fuck!
My captor comes back into the room, carrying the pizza box, and sits down to inspect me. He seems to be alone and judging by the way he knocked me out and managed to get me in here and on the bed, he must be really strong.
A trickle of cold sweat runs down my spine. He is dressed from head to foot in black, mostly leather and if the aim is to scare me, it sure is working. I try to glare at him, but he calmly opens the box and starts to eat my pizza. The savoury aroma makes my stomach groan and reminds me how hungry I am.
I can’t take my eyes off his black leather gloves as, tipping his head back, he slowly feeds the triangle of pizza into his mouth and molten cheese runs down the leather. Ironically, If I wasn’t so fucking frightened, I would find this erotic, in fact, the fear is actually causing things to stir in my pants, which is ridiculous.
The bastard mocks me and something about his voice is familiar, though I can’t place it at the moment. Indignantly I try to protest that he can’t do this, but the gag works too well.
He grabs my jaw in strong fingers and I wince, as he tells me he will take out the gag if I promise to behave. If I don’t, then he will put it back and when he tells me that he won’t care if I suffocate, the menace in his voice convinces me that he means it.
I don’t suppose I have any choice, so I nod reluctantly and he unbuckles the thing, leaning over me so that his leather–clad crotch is in my face, then moves back to his chair.
Relieved, I gulp in air. My mouth is painfully dry and I try to moisten my lips. I tell him that whatever he wants, he should take it and just go. This has to be a robbery, right?
My eyes open in shock as he starts to stroke his gloved hand down my naked torso, brushing a nipple and approaching perilously close to my waistband. He is telling me that he doesn’t need my permission and can take what he wants. I always had a vivid, artist’s imagination and now it is working overtime. Please let this be a robbery.
“Do you want money? There’s some money in the dresser over there,” I nod in the general direction, which is a mistake, as it sets my head jangling.
He chuckles throatily and tells me that he saw me on TV last night and now he wants to play with me. Now I am really frightened and involuntarily tug at my cuffs again, sweat pouring down my body. This has to be some kind of a sick joke, but when I ask him, he says he is deadly serious. Oh God, I may have fallen into the hands of some sick, sadistic serial killer. My stomach lurches and I am relieved that I haven’t eaten today, otherwise I would have really humiliated myself.
Then he tells me he is stalking me and I, of all people should understand that. I realise that this has something to do with my job and I am not just a random victim.
Suddenly, it all falls into place, I recognise the voice and I know what this is all about. For a second, I could weep with relief.
This is Sean, my stalkee. He may be pissed off with me, may want revenge, but he’s a well known actor and public figure, not a maniac. Surely he won’t really hurt me.
“I know you,” I croak. “You’re Sean Bean. Look, okay, if you wanted to scare me, you’ve succeeded. Now please, release me and we’ll talk.”
“Afraid not, my friend. I suggest you keep very, very still.”
To my horror, he produces a knife from the black leather bag at his feet and begins slowly and methodically cutting off my sweatpants.
Sean
I am not surprised he recognizes me. I know my voice is hard to disguise. He seems very much relieved, like it’s all over now, but I am not letting him off the hook that easily.
I take the knife, which I’ve sharpened only this morning, from my bag, and start cutting his sweatpants from his body. I don’t have to tell him again not to move, especially not when the knife cuts the fabric near his crotch.
Finally I have him fully exposed, and I smile when I see his straining erection.
“What’s that Viggo? Looks like someone is enjoying himself. Now who’s the kinky pervert here?”
He sweats even worse than before, and his voice trembles slightly, when he tries to reason with me.
“Look, I won’t tell the police if you let me go now. The picture scandal will be nothing compared with this. It will cost you your career.”
Again I smile at him. He still seems to think he can talk himself out of this.
“Let you go? But we’ve only just started! And tell the police what, Viggo? You invited me in to start with.”
“You’re just trying to scare me! I know that party was just a themed one. I know you’re not really into this.”
“That’s what my agent and I told two very respectable newspapers and one magazine this afternoon. They were very much interested in our version of my so called kinky habits. By the way, quite a few well known friends who were there too, will confirm my story. So I was having a bit of fun and got drunk, big deal. I don’t really think my fans will blame me for that.”
I slowly pull off the ski mask, and comb my hair with my fingers.
“I’ve found out you took those other shots too, the ones that messed up my relationship. Tsk, tsk, Viggo, you seem to have something against me. You’re a bad boy, and soon you’ll find out what I do with bad boys like you. But first things first.”
I stand up, and take one of the two cameras lying on the small table near the window.
“I am not much of a photographer, but I am sure I can make a few nice shots of you anyway,” I say while I walk around the bed, and take a few pictures. Again I must admit he is really beautiful.
“Fucking bastard,” he spits out, turning his head away.
I sit down on the bed this time. His erection is seriously waning now, and I let my still gloved fingers creep up from his ankles to the inside of his thigh and he shivers. I bend over towards his crotch, and while he presses back into the mattress, his cock shows a quick recovery. I blow a bit of cool air over his cock, and watch it swell. Damned if he hasn’t got me aroused.
“I like girls, but I like men too,” I say without looking up. I let my hand slide up and slowly stroke his balls and the skin behind them. There’s a muffled sound above me and I bend down and give a few small licks over his cock. This time the sound he makes is no longer muffled, and I look up.
His face is contorted, his eyes closed, and he’s panting heavily.
“I think you are enjoying this a little too much,” I say, and reach out for my bag.
“I bet you didn’t think I was really into kink,” and I show him the cock ring, and the nipple clamps. “But I’ll tell you a little secret, I am.”
The handcuffs rattle against the metal rails of the headboard when he struggles to lift his head up from the bed. His voice is deep, low and steady now.
“You use that stuff on me, and I’ll make you regret it. I know I can’t stop you now, but I swear I’ll get you for that. The only parts offered to you will be in cheesy porn flicks.”
Ah... finally he is fighting back. I like that, and I was kind of wondering if he was just a coward. Well, he’s not. His cock isn’t chickening out either, but standing up proudly.
“What do you expect me to do then Viggo? Suck your dick to settle matters?”
I reach out for a nipple, tugging it, then giving it a sharp twist, and he gasps. It isn’t easy to attach the clamp to his nipple, especially not when he’s trying to squirm out of my gloved hands, but finally I succeed. I repeat the whole thing with the other nipple, and I look at my work appreciatively.
I grab the chain dangling in between and give a careful tug. Again he gasps, even though he tries to bite it off. I grin and pat him on the shoulder.
“You’re a fucking natural, my friend. We are going to have so much fun. Now just let me attach this cock ring, we don’t want to end this too soon, do we ? Maybe I’ll take some more pictures after that, and then we can have a look what else I’ve got in my bag.”
I grab his cock, which pulses in my hand, and close the cock ring over his balls.
I look at him, his eyes are closed and in all honesty, I am not so much pissed off now, as aroused by him. For a moment I hesitate, wondering if I should stop now, as I more or less planned to. I never planned to really go this far in the first place.
But I am enjoying this too much. I am not ready to let him go yet.
Viggo
My initial relief at recognising my captor turns to dismay as he deftly uses what looks to be a wickedly sharp knife to cut away my only garment.
When a razor-sharp blade is working in the vicinity of your balls, it tends to concentrate the mind and I raise my head and watch anxiously. I can’t believe that he really intends to cut me, but what if he slips?
Annoyingly, the danger has had a stimulating effect on my cock, as is revealed, when the last of the cloth falls away, much to his amusement.
He has the nerve to call me a kinky pervert!
I tell myself that he is not a maniac, but a rational man, with a career to protect and I try to reason with him. The sweat is still pouring down my body and I curse the fact that my voice is a little unsteady, as I tell him that if he releases me, I won’t go to the police.
Surely he can’t think that if news of this got out, it wouldn’t wreck his career?
He’s not cooperating, though and in desperation I admit to him that I knew he was at themed party and not really into this.
He doesn’t seem bothered, telling me that he and his agent have already dealt with the fallout from the pictures and fuck, he’s found out that I was responsible for the last lot, which resulted in his marriage being called off.
Fear begins to build again and I begin to wonder if I have really driven him over the edge and he’s lost it enough to do me some serious damage.
He has pulled off his mask and close up, he is a handsome devil and knows it. In other circumstances, I would be interested in getting to know him better, but now the bastard has the upper hand and he circles the bed, taking up one of my cameras and snapping off a couple of pictures.
I swear at him, turning my head away, any arousal I felt fast waning. I don’t like feeling this helpless and now the bed sinks as he sits by me and I feel his gloved hands moving up my thighs. Shivering I feel his breath on my cock and try to move away, but there is nowhere to go.
My treacherous cock starts to revive and I try to will away my erection. He is touching me again and I screw my eyes tight shut, muting a groan. I am not consenting to this. I can scarcely believe it, but I am being molested here, by Richard fucking Sharpe.
He’s telling me that he likes men as well as women, then I feel his tongue on my cock and this time my groan isn’t mute.
The next thing he does is totally outrageous. He leans down to his bag and my eyes snap open, at a rattle of metal. He is holding what I recognise as a cock ring and some fiendish looking little clamps with teeth like crocodiles, joined by a chain. This has gone far enough!
I snarl at him and threaten dire revenge if the bastard tries to use that stuff on me, but I yelp as he cruelly twists a nipple and I feel the sharp teeth of the clamp bite. I squirm away from him, but though his gloved hands slip on my wet skin, he succeeds in attaching the clamps to both nipples and gives a tug to the chain for good measure. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, I try to stifle my gasp, but fail.
My eyes close again as he takes hold of my cock, which is painfully hard and attaches the cock ring.
How sick is this? I took the pictures of him dressed like a leather daddy and now it turns out that he really is into this kinky stuff in real life. I admit to swinging both ways, but I have never been into BDSM.
I don’t get off on this stuff, I tell myself, but for some reason, my body is responding, my cock straining against its confinement and the vicious little clamps sending electric shocks through my nipples. How far does he intend to go? I can’t believe that he would actually rape me. Surely he is just toying with me to get his revenge and if I am honest, he has cause.
My mouth is getting dryer by the minute, but I lick my cracked lips and manage to speak again,
“Okay, Sean, you’ve had your fun, put the fear of God into me and humiliated me. I accept you have good cause to be pissed with me. Now please, stop this, let me go now, before things go any further and I’ll make a deal with you not to go to the cops or the tabloids.”
His reply is to give me an evil grin, yank my chain again and pick up the camera. He takes a few more shots, then gropes into his bag, the grin getting wider,
“Oh no, Viggo, the fun is just beginning. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Time to move on to some more advanced instruction, I think.”
Sean
Again he tries to reason with me, but I just love the way his body enjoys this and I yank his chain a little. His head rolls backwards, and I take some pictures from various angles.
I know I am taking a big risk here. Eventually I will have to release him and he might go to the police, but I just don’t seem able to stop myself. Anyway, I can’t be bothered by it right now, I’ll think about it later.
I inform him we are not finished yet, and grin as I get some items from my bag. I’ve only brought them to scare the shit out of him, but fuck if I am not going to use them now. Just a little, I tell myself. Experience tells me he’s not really submissive material, but he does like to play. Well, so do I and I enjoy a bit of a fight.
I show him the handful I’ve brought up from the bag, and spread them carefully on the bed. He eyes them warily, but doesn’t say a word.
“Now Viggo,” I say cheerful, I’ll be nice and give you a choice, which is more than you gave me. I will either use all this stuff on you, or you can suck my cock. So what will it be?”
He scowls at me, his eyes blazing.
“I’d rather suck a pig ! Unless you allow me to bite your dick off.”
I can’t help laugh at that,
“I am sorry mate, no teeth allowed. But you’ve chosen well I think,” and I pick up the blindfold and tie it around his head. I give a vicious short yank on the chain and this time he cries out.
“It’s a shame, but I will have to remove those clamps. If they stay on too long, they will cause damage, and we can’t have that just yet.”
I take off my gloves and remove the mean little devices from his nipples. He flinches, but then goes rigid again. I pick up the little purple flogger. It has 12 leather tails, and I know from experience they give a nice sting. I trail his body from the neck towards his cock, just stoking him softly with the tails, and then up again. He shivers and the tight nubs on his chest tighten even more. Then I lash out, not using even half force, aiming on his right nipple.
He cries out sharply, more from shock then from pain probably, and I strike the other nipple. He curses, and I let the tails trail down his body again, dragging them over his cock. He holds his breath, obviously expecting the next blow there. His poor cock is purple, fighting its restraints, despite the danger.
“Relax Viggo,” I say. ”It will hurt less if you do. Or are you ready to suck my dick now?”
He stays silent, his mouth a grim line of determination.
I lash out again, a little harder this time, and strike his upper thigh. He yelps when I land a volley of blows over his thighs, and then I lay down the flogger to admire my handwork.
He has pinked up very nicely, but nothing that would really seriously hurt. His breathing is ragged, and I am pretty sure he’s enjoying this on a certain level.
“You took this like a man Viggo,” I say with a chuckle, “time for a little reward.”
I grab his cock and release it from the steel ring. I know he has to fight off his climax, biting his lips, but he manages.
I pick up the blue jelly cock ring and close it over his balls.
“There, isn’t that one much more comfortable, Viggo? And it has extras. It even has a name. It’s called ‘Tickle your Pickle.’ You see, it has this little metal bullet, that presses against your balls, and then when I flip this switch...”
A soft buzzing sound fills the room, when the vibrating cock ring does its work. It is quite an invention, because even though it feels wonderful, it still keeps you from coming.
Viggo seems to enjoy it too, his mouth is open now, and he’s making soft sounds. He’s beautiful, and it’s hard to remember the reason I came here. There’s really nothing I would rather do now than fuck him, but that’s out of the question of course.
I grab the cooling lube from the bed and squeeze a dollop in my hand. I slowly start applying the gel into the heated skin around his nipples, massaging them gently. His back arches up, and I can’t help bending over and sucking one nipple in, laving it with my tongue. He moans throatily and I decide he has had enough. I sit up, turn off the switch and remove the cock ring. I stroke his cock firmly, the way I like stroking myself, and watch him coming undone.
His head dips back in the pillows, and he shouts while he spurts over my hand.
I try to ignore my own, now almost painful erection, while I stand up and remove his blindfold.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I warn him, “let them adjust to the light.”
After a few seconds he carefully blinks and we look each other in the eye from very close by.
“Fuck,” he says, and oh God if only...
TBC
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Date: 2008-02-18 08:27 am (UTC)Bad boy, Sean!!! But I don't see Viggo complaining yet . . .
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