Invasion of Privacy 3/5
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rugbytackleTitle : Invasion of Privacy 3/5
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 3/5
Viggo
When Sean takes the blindfold off, I blink, my chest heaving, as I come down from one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced.
“Fuck!” is all I can manage to say.
My mind is in a total turmoil and I have a mixture of feelings about all of this. I am physically and emotionally drained from everything that has happened in the past hour or so.
Sean is watching me and I see a procession of emotions cross his face. I don’t think he is going to do anything else to me and now, he looks a little stunned and apprehensive about what happens next. Good!
He has intense green eyes and I hold his gaze, waiting until I can trust myself to speak,
“Unlock the cuffs, Sean.”
He continues looking at me, but doesn’t make a move to do so.
“Sean, unlock the cuffs. So far I have *ABH, forced entry, unlawful imprisonment and sexual assault on my list. How much do you think it’s going to cost you to avoid going to prison?”
His expression hardens and he snarls at me,
“It all comes down to money with you, doesn’t it? I should have known. You really are vermin!”
He still doesn’t release me.
“Maybe I’m not as interested in money as you think, Sean, if you think at all. Maybe I just want to see you punished for what you have put me through tonight.”
“And what about me? Didn’t you ever think that your fucking pictures were punishing me? You invade my privacy, wreck my relationships and try to destroy my career. I wanted to give you a taste of what it feels like to be invaded.”
He hangs his head and punches the nightstand. I guess he would like to punch me again, but he’s got himself under control now. I may be the one chained up, but I have the winning hand right now. Strangely, it doesn’t give me the satisfaction it should.
“Unlock the cuffs, Sean,” I say again, quietly.
He raises his head defiantly,
“Say please!”
He makes me laugh in spite of everything,
“Please.”
Once he has released me, I sit on the bed, rubbing my sore wrists. He produces some soothing cream from the bag and takes hold of first one and then the other hand, massaging it into each wrist in turn. Then he moves down and repeats the action with my ankles. I can’t take my eyes off his strong hands, with long, supple fingers.
His touch is gentle and I remember that he told me to let my eyes adjust to the light. He was concerned about me.
Sitting on the bed naked like this, I should feel vulnerable, especially after he used these toys on me. I pick up a small leather whip, with many tails, from the bed. That must be what he used on me, while I was blindfolded. I turn it slowly in my hand.
“It’s a flogger. Just for play. Doesn’t do any real damage.”
“So you are really into this stuff?”
Sean hangs his head again and nods.
“I didn’t know that. We knew you were bi – at least there were enough rumours about it, but the kink really is news to me. I’ve never been into this, but……!”
“Be honest. Your body betrayed you.”
“Okay, I admit, I kind of liked it in a weird way. Maybe I’d like to find out more.”
“But not from me, ‘cause I’ll be in prison, remember? Or are you going to get round to naming your price? You are a mercenary after all.”
“Pass me my bathrobe. Let’s go in the living room and talk. I’ll make coffee. And bring the rest of that cold pizza. I am starving.”
“Make it tea.”
Still defiant, he picks up the pizza box and goes to the door, unhooking my robe and throwing to me. I try to stand and find that my limbs and joints are stiff from the restraints. I wobble and suddenly, a strong hand is under my elbow, supporting me. I thank him and pull my robe around me, heading into the living room, which has a kitchen area at one end.
I put on the coffee machine and boil the kettle for his tea.
“Earl Gray okay?”
He says it is and mutters some snarky comment about there being at least one civilized American in London.
We sit on opposite sides of the coffee table, weighing each other up and I pick up a piece of cold pizza. The congealed cheese reminds me of the way it looked, still molten, running down his black leather glove and I feel my flesh begin to stiffen again. We are supposed to be enemies, but it doesn’t really feel that way. I take a bite and he watches me from those green eyes.
“So how about we talk like civilized people? What happens now, Sean?”
*ABH – Actual Bodily Harm
Sean
Now that it’s done, I realize I let myself get carried away. I never meant it to go this far. I just planned to make him feel how I felt. Who would have thought he – or rather his body – would respond to what I did to him like that? Who would have thought he would draw me in like no one else has for a long, long time?
And what will he do when I release him? I don’t think I’ll be able to talk myself out of this.
I snap out of my thoughts when he doesn’t ask, but tells me, to unlock the cuffs.
I look at him, trying to determine if he will run to the police station immediately, or if he will kill me first. He starts summing up offences and I flinch. I get pissed off all over again, when he starts talking about money. I feel so disappointed, and sort of betrayed.
But then he states that maybe he just wants to see me punished, so he’ll definitely report me I guess. There’s not much I can do about that, even though I still try to make him see he brought this all upon himself. Anger rises in me again when I think how he shot those pictures, never caring what happened to me because of it, and I punch the nightstand out of frustration, wishing it was his him.
Again he tells me to unlock him, and I snap out. “Say please!”
He does, and I release him. He’s been restrained for quite a while and his wrists and ankles are sore. I know all too well how that feels, and I grab the cream I brought from the bag and work it into the reddened skin. Just as some kind of aftercare, I tell myself.
He picks up the flogger, and I tell him it’s just a play thing, not something to inflict real pain with.
I nod when asked if I am really ‘into this‘, not bothering to explain about how I am not into the real heavy stuff. He makes no effort to deny it when I say he obviously liked it too, how his body betrayed him, but then we're off bickering again.
I feel a bit better when he suggests we go to the living room and talk, at least he’s not kicking me out immediately and running off to the police station. But he still has me by the balls and I know it.
He makes coffee and tea, and eats his cold pizza while I watch him. There’s something to this man, I don’t know, he gets me confused and damned if I don’t get aroused all over again.
“So how about we talk like civilized people? What happens now, Sean?”
I look into his eyes and shrug. “Well, it’s not like I am running the show here any more, Viggo. You tell me what happens now, because how the fuck would I know? If you want to go to the police I can’t stop you. I admit I did go too far. I shouldn’t have, but you caused a lot of problems for me too. I wanted to get even for that, I mean it’s not like you’re Mother Teresa, is it? You’ve ruined my relationship, and almost managed to ruin my career. `
He sips from his coffee thoughtfully and then nods.
"You do have a point there and believe it or not, I never felt really comfortable with this paparazzi thing, I just needed the money, but of course, that’s no excuse. I won’t go to the police. Still, I can’t just let you walk out of here. It would feel as if it’s okay to do something like that, and it’s not. Whatever your reasons were, and even though I… well, kind of liked it, it was wrong.”
I hang my head and sigh in silent agreement. I know he’s right.
”So Sean, how about turn and turn about?” he says, and my head snaps up. ”You let me tie you up on the bed, and try out some of the stuff you still have in that leather bag of yours. That would balance the equation, I think. ”
For a moment I can only stare at him, not sure if he’s serious. Then I find my voice back.
”You mean you really want to… I mean some of that stuff I just brought to scare you.”
Now he grins at me. ”You’ll just have to trust me on this Sean. I won’t really harm you, I am just a novice remember? ”
It’s not like I have much choice, and I must admit that a part of me is quite anxious to play with him a bit more. I am not too keen on being the one tied down, but I guess fair is fair, so I nod.
”Okay then, but just one thing, no more pictures. Enough is enough. ”
”No pictures,” he promises, and rises,
”So what are you waiting for Sean? Get to the bedroom and undress. Or would you prefer me to cut them from you like you did with mine? ”
Viggo
Sean has to admit that I am the one calling the shots now.
He knows he is in big trouble, if I do go to the police and he concedes this, but he doesn’t actually say he’s sorry. Anger flares in him, as he tells me I deserved it and he had a right to want to get even, after what I had done to him.
I let him stew awhile, while I pretend to think things over. He is right that I am no saint and I kind of feel bad about the things I did to him. It’s all very well thinking of celebrities as a kind of selfish, spoilt, sub-human species, worthy only of contempt and thus fair game, but with him sitting here, very much human and kind of vulnerable, it’s different.
He is also a decent guy. He didn’t really hurt me, apart from the initial punch, which I probably deserved. He gave me an intense orgasm, he tended to my sore wrists and he helped me, when I was unsteady on my feet.
Of course, it also helps that the more I am in close proximity with him, the more attractive I find him. I really want to play with him some more. I have a wicked idea and decide to push my luck.
I admit to him that I have no intention of going to the police, but tell him I can’t just let him walk, after what he’s done to me. Even though I did enjoy it in the end, he frightened me badly.
He’s feeling bad about how far he let things go, so I push my advantage and suggest that it’s my turn now, that he lets me tie him up and that we try out some more of the toys in his bag.
I have his undivided attention now and he stares at me, as if he’s trying to work out whether I am serious.
I tell him he’ll have to trust me, but I can scarcely believe it, when he agrees, with the proviso that there will be no more photos.
My heart thudding in my chest and my cock surging with excitement, I order him to go into the bedroom and undress, unless he wants me to cut his clothes off. He obeys with alacrity. This is going to be fun!
I take off my robe and hang it back on the bedroom door. When I turn around, Sean is standing naked by my bed and the sight takes my breath away. I have been working much too hard lately and it’s a long time since I brought anybody home, but he really is something special.
I take my time admiring his body, working from his head, down his sculpted chest to his slim hips and his cock standing proud from its nest of vaguely blond hair. Then I move on down his legs to his feet and start the slow journey back up again.
He stands completely still, arms hanging loosely at his sides, and when I snap,
“Turn around!” the command in my voice surprises both of us. He doesn’t argue, though, just fixes me with a stare and then complies.
His rear view is just as appealing as his front, with broad shoulders and a strong back, tapering down to those slender hips and swelling into perfect buttocks. I lick my lips.
“Get on the bed, Sean, on your back. Spread your arms and legs.”
He does so and as I cuff him to the bed, I marvel at the trust he is showing. He doesn’t strike me as a stupid man at all, just a little impulsive, with a temper that can make him act unwisely. Doesn’t he realize the position he is putting himself in?
Once I have him secure, I walk over to my camera and idly pick it up, moving back to the bed. He regards me with total horror, as I focus on him, then lower the camera and put it down on the floor. He breathes a mighty sigh of relief.
“See, Sean, you are lucky I am not the vermin you thought I was, because quite frankly, I could have a field day here. Are you always this trusting of people you only just met, especially when they are due a little payback? Maybe you are just a dumb actor after all.”
He glares at me, the green eyes flashing, but he bites his tongue and doesn’t rise to the bait. First points to you, Sean.
I rummage in his bag and raise my eyebrows as I lay a row of objects on the bed,
“Wow, Sean! As I said, I am just a novice, so I am not even sure what some of these are, or how they work! I guess I’ll just have to work it out as we go. Shouldn’t I be offering you a safe-word?”
The cuffs rattle as Sean growls at me,
“I told you I’m not into the extreme stuff. Anyway, if you’re a novice, how do you know about safe-words?”
“I like to keep myself well-informed. Now these are obviously anal beads and I know about them, this is a riding crop, self explanatory, this huge dildo is clearly modelled on a donkey, but you own it, so you must like it. This looks suspiciously like an enema, but this scary metal thing with the three spikes, what the fuck is this? ”
Sean mutters and I have to ask him to repeat it.
“It’s an anal speculum. I brought it to frighten you, only I turned out not to be bastard enough to use it. Same with the enema.”
“Well, Sean, I’m not vermin, but it remains to be seen how much of a bastard I am. Now about this safe-word….”
Sean
Maybe this is not such a good idea, but he doesn’t leave me much choice. I do believe him when he says he won’t take photos, my instincts tells me I can trust him on that, and my instincts are usually right. Anyway, I go back to the bedroom and undress, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
He seems to like being in control, his tone of voice suddenly commanding. I lie down in my back as ordered and let him cuff me onto the head and foot of the bed. When he picks up the camera and focuses on me, I stare at him in shock. To my relief, he puts it down again, and gives me a little chiding speech, obviously surprised I have put myself in such a vulnerable position. Right now I would love to have him under my hands again, but I don’t. I just bite back a snarl and keep silent.
He slowly starts unpacking my bag, and I curse inwardly when the things I’ve brought – mostly there to scare the hell out of him – are put down in a row on the bed. I feel quite uneasy when he asks me about my safe-word, and even more when I have to explain the anal speculum and the enema. What the fuck was I thinking bringing that stuff with me? If he’s planning to use one of those I certainly will use a safe-word, because that’s not play stuff.
“Vulture,” I blurt out, and he raises his eyebrow. “My safe-word, it seems somehow appropriate,” I say defiantly.
He grins, and takes the last few items from the bag, whistling when he turns around the paddle in his hand. It’s fairly small, one side unforgiving wood with small holes in it, the other side lined with soft fur. The five-ringed Gates of Hell and the banana flavoured lube make him grin even wider.
“Now Sean, fair is fair, you gave me a choice, so I will give you one too. Pick two items you want me to use on you.”
For a moment I consider refusing, but I really don’t want him to use that speculum on me, so I lick my dry lips and make a choice. “The paddle and the Gates of Hell,” I mutter.
He picks up the other toys and puts them back in the bag, except for the lube which he drops on the nightstand.
He sits on the bed and takes hold of my erect cock firmly. I gasp when he clumsily starts working the Gates around it. The steel rings bite into my flesh, and I curse under my breath. Finally he’s done, and my poor cock is caged.
“Wow, that looks sexy but also kind of painful,” he says. “Now I guess you will have to turn around for me to be able to use that paddle on you.”
He unlocks my cuffs, and I turn onto my stomach, glad to be able to hide my face in the pillow.
“Lift up your hips Sean,” he orders, and he pulls out the pillow from under my head and props it under me, so my arse is sticking up in the air. Bloody hell!
I hear the sound of the paddle swishing through the air, like he’s testing it, and I will my body to relax. The first time the paddle lands on my arse there’s no sting to it. That’s certainly the furry side of the paddle, and it’s more ticklish than anything else. The next stroke is definitely wood, but it’s hesitant, and there’s not much force behind it. I think about those muscled wiry arms, and I lift my head up to look at him over my shoulder.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
He snorts derisively and lifts the arm with the paddle. “Okay Sean, have it your way.”
This time the blow stings and I have to bite back a yelp. He delivers a few more, sometimes using the soft furry side. Like a BDSM version of ‘good cop, bad cop.’ Pretty soon my arse feels like it’s on fire, and my cock aches, trying to fight its steel prison, while I grind down the mattress.
He stops, and I feel the bed dip, when he sits on the edge, his fingers stroking my burning backside.
“Fuck Sean, did I go too far? You feel like you’re on fire.”
Again I lift my head to look at him. “I’ve had worse, mate. I wouldn’t mind getting out of that contraption though. “ Fuck, but him stroking my arse feels good.
He chuckles, a low throaty sound. “You could use your safe-word, Sean.”
“No way,” I snap.
“You’re beautiful, Sean,” he says, his tone more serious now. “Let me do something about the burn.” He rummages in the bag and starts applying the cooling gel. He certainly takes his time with it, but I don’t really feel like complaining.
His hand dips lower between my legs, stroking my perineum and my balls. I moan and try to spread my legs even further. If he goes on like this, I will probably come, despite the gates and fuck, that will hurt.
“Enough, “he says, bending over and kissing my neck. “I am ready to take this a step further if you are Sean. What do you say? “
“Oh yes, “I reply, feeling the wet slap of his tongue on my neck.
He gets up, and removes the cuffs, and then helps me turn around. His hand goes hesitantly to my engorged cock, but I bat it away.
`I do it myself, because I will sure as hell come if you lay as much as a finger on it!”
Viggo
It is fun teasing Sean. I have to say that I like being in control, but I wouldn’t use anything extreme on him. I love the response I get from tormenting him, though and he is as sexy as hell staked out on the bed like this. He gives me a safe-word, “Vulture”, which I guess would be inspired by me.
I find a couple more interesting items in the bag along with banana flavoured lube and give him a choice about what I will use. To my surprise, he chooses the paddle and a complicated cock-ring that looks like a medieval torture implement. He calls it a “Gates of Hell” and rather him than me wearing it.
He curses, when I start to put it on and fumble a little. I guess this would have been easier if he had only been half hard, but finally I manage it. The metal rings seem to pinch the tender flesh and I am thankful that he didn’t use it on me.
I tell him he needs to turn over and for him to do so, I have to uncuff him, wrists and ankles. This is the crunch. If he wants to stop this, he can do, while he is free, but he doesn’t want to stop it. He rolls over onto his belly and his ass is mine!
Asking him to raise his hips, I pull a pillow beneath him to raise them and admire the view before making my first tentative blow with the furred side of the paddle. Then I turn it over and use the wood side, but again the blow is hesitant.
To tell the truth, I have swung the odd punch in anger, though not often and I have never set out to hurt anybody deliberately in cold blood. I am unsure about this.
He turns his head and sneers at me, goading me on and I land the next blow harder, reddening his backside. I continue, alternating the hard and soft sides, until both cheeks are red and glowing. I don’t know if he has had enough, but I sure have. I throw down the paddle and sit on the bed, running my palm over his heated flesh.
I have to ask him if I went too far, but he assures me not, although he now wants out of the cock-ring.
“You could use your safe-word, Sean.”
That makes him snarl again, but I am mesmerised by how beautiful he is. I tell him so and get the soothing gel to rub on his ass. As I rub, my own painfully hard cock throbs and makes me think how great it would be to drive it home into his tempting flesh.
I control myself, because that would be an abuse of the trust he has shown me. I can’t resist massaging his perineum and balls, though and I feel him tense, knowing he is close and coming while confined in that thing will be painful.
I lean down and kiss his neck, asking if he wants to take things further. He says he does and I uncuff him, feeling it is important that both of us are free for any continuation.
When he sits up and turns around, rubbing his wrists, I go to release his cock, but he bats my hand away, saying he will come if I touch him.
He carefully removes the gates of Hell and takes a few deep breaths, before he looks at me. His cock is purple and looks about to explode. I am fascinated by the pattern left by the steel rings and I half wish I could reach for my camera.
I owe him one and ignoring my own erection, I lean forward, ready to take him into my mouth, but he grabs my hair and pulls my head up.
“No, Viggo, I want to fuck you.”
I freeze for a moment. I am not a natural bottom and haven’t done so for some years. I guess he isn’t either, though, so we have a kind of hard-on stand-off.
Usually indecisive, I make a snap decision. I have paid him back for the scare he gave me and I guess I owe him for the pictures I took. Anyhow, I want him right now any way I can get him.
“Okay. This is a once and only offer, though!”
“Of course.”
I scoot up the bed and take his place on my belly, my ass upturned on the pillow, my cock rubbing against the sheet. I want to ask him to go easy, as it’s been a while, but I don’t.
Strangely, he seems to know instinctively and he takes his time in preparing me carefully, with plenty of lube. I have to admire his self-control.
Finally, he leans over, kisses my neck, as I kissed his and whispers,
“Ready?”
“Okay.” I guess I am as ready as I will ever be and I curl my fingers into the bedding, as he begins to push his sheathed cock slowly, but determinedly into my body. I bury my face in the pillow, glad that he can’t see my face or the tears that spring involuntarily to my eyes. It hurts more than I remembered. I tell myself to relax, that it will get better and I hear Sean murmuring endearments, as he keeps hold of one hip, but slides the other hand in between us to grip my cock.
I feel as if I am about to split open like a ripe banana, the sensation enhanced by the smell of the banana lube. I want to laugh hysterically, but he has stilled his movement, now that he is buried to the hilt and he is waiting patiently.
The tension slips away from me and I feel myself relaxing and accepting the intrusion. I push back towards him and wriggle my hips, encouraging him to move.
He begins to thrust into me, changing the angle until my hoarse cry tells him he has found the right one and then he is pounding away harder and harder, while jerking my cock in time with his thrusts. I come hard and he follows soon after, slumping onto my back and resting for a moment.
Later, with the condom discarded and both of us cleaned up, I lie on my back, smoking and watch him dress and repack his bag.
“So, Sean, are we even now?”
He sits on the bed and smiles at me, running his hand down my jaw.
“Yes and I’m sorry about that bruise.”
“I deserved it. I’m sorry about the pictures.”
“I know.”
He stands and says he’ll let himself out, then he is gone from my apartment and my life, just like that and I am left feeling strangely hollow.
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 3/5
Viggo
When Sean takes the blindfold off, I blink, my chest heaving, as I come down from one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced.
“Fuck!” is all I can manage to say.
My mind is in a total turmoil and I have a mixture of feelings about all of this. I am physically and emotionally drained from everything that has happened in the past hour or so.
Sean is watching me and I see a procession of emotions cross his face. I don’t think he is going to do anything else to me and now, he looks a little stunned and apprehensive about what happens next. Good!
He has intense green eyes and I hold his gaze, waiting until I can trust myself to speak,
“Unlock the cuffs, Sean.”
He continues looking at me, but doesn’t make a move to do so.
“Sean, unlock the cuffs. So far I have *ABH, forced entry, unlawful imprisonment and sexual assault on my list. How much do you think it’s going to cost you to avoid going to prison?”
His expression hardens and he snarls at me,
“It all comes down to money with you, doesn’t it? I should have known. You really are vermin!”
He still doesn’t release me.
“Maybe I’m not as interested in money as you think, Sean, if you think at all. Maybe I just want to see you punished for what you have put me through tonight.”
“And what about me? Didn’t you ever think that your fucking pictures were punishing me? You invade my privacy, wreck my relationships and try to destroy my career. I wanted to give you a taste of what it feels like to be invaded.”
He hangs his head and punches the nightstand. I guess he would like to punch me again, but he’s got himself under control now. I may be the one chained up, but I have the winning hand right now. Strangely, it doesn’t give me the satisfaction it should.
“Unlock the cuffs, Sean,” I say again, quietly.
He raises his head defiantly,
“Say please!”
He makes me laugh in spite of everything,
“Please.”
Once he has released me, I sit on the bed, rubbing my sore wrists. He produces some soothing cream from the bag and takes hold of first one and then the other hand, massaging it into each wrist in turn. Then he moves down and repeats the action with my ankles. I can’t take my eyes off his strong hands, with long, supple fingers.
His touch is gentle and I remember that he told me to let my eyes adjust to the light. He was concerned about me.
Sitting on the bed naked like this, I should feel vulnerable, especially after he used these toys on me. I pick up a small leather whip, with many tails, from the bed. That must be what he used on me, while I was blindfolded. I turn it slowly in my hand.
“It’s a flogger. Just for play. Doesn’t do any real damage.”
“So you are really into this stuff?”
Sean hangs his head again and nods.
“I didn’t know that. We knew you were bi – at least there were enough rumours about it, but the kink really is news to me. I’ve never been into this, but……!”
“Be honest. Your body betrayed you.”
“Okay, I admit, I kind of liked it in a weird way. Maybe I’d like to find out more.”
“But not from me, ‘cause I’ll be in prison, remember? Or are you going to get round to naming your price? You are a mercenary after all.”
“Pass me my bathrobe. Let’s go in the living room and talk. I’ll make coffee. And bring the rest of that cold pizza. I am starving.”
“Make it tea.”
Still defiant, he picks up the pizza box and goes to the door, unhooking my robe and throwing to me. I try to stand and find that my limbs and joints are stiff from the restraints. I wobble and suddenly, a strong hand is under my elbow, supporting me. I thank him and pull my robe around me, heading into the living room, which has a kitchen area at one end.
I put on the coffee machine and boil the kettle for his tea.
“Earl Gray okay?”
He says it is and mutters some snarky comment about there being at least one civilized American in London.
We sit on opposite sides of the coffee table, weighing each other up and I pick up a piece of cold pizza. The congealed cheese reminds me of the way it looked, still molten, running down his black leather glove and I feel my flesh begin to stiffen again. We are supposed to be enemies, but it doesn’t really feel that way. I take a bite and he watches me from those green eyes.
“So how about we talk like civilized people? What happens now, Sean?”
*ABH – Actual Bodily Harm
Sean
Now that it’s done, I realize I let myself get carried away. I never meant it to go this far. I just planned to make him feel how I felt. Who would have thought he – or rather his body – would respond to what I did to him like that? Who would have thought he would draw me in like no one else has for a long, long time?
And what will he do when I release him? I don’t think I’ll be able to talk myself out of this.
I snap out of my thoughts when he doesn’t ask, but tells me, to unlock the cuffs.
I look at him, trying to determine if he will run to the police station immediately, or if he will kill me first. He starts summing up offences and I flinch. I get pissed off all over again, when he starts talking about money. I feel so disappointed, and sort of betrayed.
But then he states that maybe he just wants to see me punished, so he’ll definitely report me I guess. There’s not much I can do about that, even though I still try to make him see he brought this all upon himself. Anger rises in me again when I think how he shot those pictures, never caring what happened to me because of it, and I punch the nightstand out of frustration, wishing it was his him.
Again he tells me to unlock him, and I snap out. “Say please!”
He does, and I release him. He’s been restrained for quite a while and his wrists and ankles are sore. I know all too well how that feels, and I grab the cream I brought from the bag and work it into the reddened skin. Just as some kind of aftercare, I tell myself.
He picks up the flogger, and I tell him it’s just a play thing, not something to inflict real pain with.
I nod when asked if I am really ‘into this‘, not bothering to explain about how I am not into the real heavy stuff. He makes no effort to deny it when I say he obviously liked it too, how his body betrayed him, but then we're off bickering again.
I feel a bit better when he suggests we go to the living room and talk, at least he’s not kicking me out immediately and running off to the police station. But he still has me by the balls and I know it.
He makes coffee and tea, and eats his cold pizza while I watch him. There’s something to this man, I don’t know, he gets me confused and damned if I don’t get aroused all over again.
“So how about we talk like civilized people? What happens now, Sean?”
I look into his eyes and shrug. “Well, it’s not like I am running the show here any more, Viggo. You tell me what happens now, because how the fuck would I know? If you want to go to the police I can’t stop you. I admit I did go too far. I shouldn’t have, but you caused a lot of problems for me too. I wanted to get even for that, I mean it’s not like you’re Mother Teresa, is it? You’ve ruined my relationship, and almost managed to ruin my career. `
He sips from his coffee thoughtfully and then nods.
"You do have a point there and believe it or not, I never felt really comfortable with this paparazzi thing, I just needed the money, but of course, that’s no excuse. I won’t go to the police. Still, I can’t just let you walk out of here. It would feel as if it’s okay to do something like that, and it’s not. Whatever your reasons were, and even though I… well, kind of liked it, it was wrong.”
I hang my head and sigh in silent agreement. I know he’s right.
”So Sean, how about turn and turn about?” he says, and my head snaps up. ”You let me tie you up on the bed, and try out some of the stuff you still have in that leather bag of yours. That would balance the equation, I think. ”
For a moment I can only stare at him, not sure if he’s serious. Then I find my voice back.
”You mean you really want to… I mean some of that stuff I just brought to scare you.”
Now he grins at me. ”You’ll just have to trust me on this Sean. I won’t really harm you, I am just a novice remember? ”
It’s not like I have much choice, and I must admit that a part of me is quite anxious to play with him a bit more. I am not too keen on being the one tied down, but I guess fair is fair, so I nod.
”Okay then, but just one thing, no more pictures. Enough is enough. ”
”No pictures,” he promises, and rises,
”So what are you waiting for Sean? Get to the bedroom and undress. Or would you prefer me to cut them from you like you did with mine? ”
Viggo
Sean has to admit that I am the one calling the shots now.
He knows he is in big trouble, if I do go to the police and he concedes this, but he doesn’t actually say he’s sorry. Anger flares in him, as he tells me I deserved it and he had a right to want to get even, after what I had done to him.
I let him stew awhile, while I pretend to think things over. He is right that I am no saint and I kind of feel bad about the things I did to him. It’s all very well thinking of celebrities as a kind of selfish, spoilt, sub-human species, worthy only of contempt and thus fair game, but with him sitting here, very much human and kind of vulnerable, it’s different.
He is also a decent guy. He didn’t really hurt me, apart from the initial punch, which I probably deserved. He gave me an intense orgasm, he tended to my sore wrists and he helped me, when I was unsteady on my feet.
Of course, it also helps that the more I am in close proximity with him, the more attractive I find him. I really want to play with him some more. I have a wicked idea and decide to push my luck.
I admit to him that I have no intention of going to the police, but tell him I can’t just let him walk, after what he’s done to me. Even though I did enjoy it in the end, he frightened me badly.
He’s feeling bad about how far he let things go, so I push my advantage and suggest that it’s my turn now, that he lets me tie him up and that we try out some more of the toys in his bag.
I have his undivided attention now and he stares at me, as if he’s trying to work out whether I am serious.
I tell him he’ll have to trust me, but I can scarcely believe it, when he agrees, with the proviso that there will be no more photos.
My heart thudding in my chest and my cock surging with excitement, I order him to go into the bedroom and undress, unless he wants me to cut his clothes off. He obeys with alacrity. This is going to be fun!
I take off my robe and hang it back on the bedroom door. When I turn around, Sean is standing naked by my bed and the sight takes my breath away. I have been working much too hard lately and it’s a long time since I brought anybody home, but he really is something special.
I take my time admiring his body, working from his head, down his sculpted chest to his slim hips and his cock standing proud from its nest of vaguely blond hair. Then I move on down his legs to his feet and start the slow journey back up again.
He stands completely still, arms hanging loosely at his sides, and when I snap,
“Turn around!” the command in my voice surprises both of us. He doesn’t argue, though, just fixes me with a stare and then complies.
His rear view is just as appealing as his front, with broad shoulders and a strong back, tapering down to those slender hips and swelling into perfect buttocks. I lick my lips.
“Get on the bed, Sean, on your back. Spread your arms and legs.”
He does so and as I cuff him to the bed, I marvel at the trust he is showing. He doesn’t strike me as a stupid man at all, just a little impulsive, with a temper that can make him act unwisely. Doesn’t he realize the position he is putting himself in?
Once I have him secure, I walk over to my camera and idly pick it up, moving back to the bed. He regards me with total horror, as I focus on him, then lower the camera and put it down on the floor. He breathes a mighty sigh of relief.
“See, Sean, you are lucky I am not the vermin you thought I was, because quite frankly, I could have a field day here. Are you always this trusting of people you only just met, especially when they are due a little payback? Maybe you are just a dumb actor after all.”
He glares at me, the green eyes flashing, but he bites his tongue and doesn’t rise to the bait. First points to you, Sean.
I rummage in his bag and raise my eyebrows as I lay a row of objects on the bed,
“Wow, Sean! As I said, I am just a novice, so I am not even sure what some of these are, or how they work! I guess I’ll just have to work it out as we go. Shouldn’t I be offering you a safe-word?”
The cuffs rattle as Sean growls at me,
“I told you I’m not into the extreme stuff. Anyway, if you’re a novice, how do you know about safe-words?”
“I like to keep myself well-informed. Now these are obviously anal beads and I know about them, this is a riding crop, self explanatory, this huge dildo is clearly modelled on a donkey, but you own it, so you must like it. This looks suspiciously like an enema, but this scary metal thing with the three spikes, what the fuck is this? ”
Sean mutters and I have to ask him to repeat it.
“It’s an anal speculum. I brought it to frighten you, only I turned out not to be bastard enough to use it. Same with the enema.”
“Well, Sean, I’m not vermin, but it remains to be seen how much of a bastard I am. Now about this safe-word….”
Sean
Maybe this is not such a good idea, but he doesn’t leave me much choice. I do believe him when he says he won’t take photos, my instincts tells me I can trust him on that, and my instincts are usually right. Anyway, I go back to the bedroom and undress, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
He seems to like being in control, his tone of voice suddenly commanding. I lie down in my back as ordered and let him cuff me onto the head and foot of the bed. When he picks up the camera and focuses on me, I stare at him in shock. To my relief, he puts it down again, and gives me a little chiding speech, obviously surprised I have put myself in such a vulnerable position. Right now I would love to have him under my hands again, but I don’t. I just bite back a snarl and keep silent.
He slowly starts unpacking my bag, and I curse inwardly when the things I’ve brought – mostly there to scare the hell out of him – are put down in a row on the bed. I feel quite uneasy when he asks me about my safe-word, and even more when I have to explain the anal speculum and the enema. What the fuck was I thinking bringing that stuff with me? If he’s planning to use one of those I certainly will use a safe-word, because that’s not play stuff.
“Vulture,” I blurt out, and he raises his eyebrow. “My safe-word, it seems somehow appropriate,” I say defiantly.
He grins, and takes the last few items from the bag, whistling when he turns around the paddle in his hand. It’s fairly small, one side unforgiving wood with small holes in it, the other side lined with soft fur. The five-ringed Gates of Hell and the banana flavoured lube make him grin even wider.
“Now Sean, fair is fair, you gave me a choice, so I will give you one too. Pick two items you want me to use on you.”
For a moment I consider refusing, but I really don’t want him to use that speculum on me, so I lick my dry lips and make a choice. “The paddle and the Gates of Hell,” I mutter.
He picks up the other toys and puts them back in the bag, except for the lube which he drops on the nightstand.
He sits on the bed and takes hold of my erect cock firmly. I gasp when he clumsily starts working the Gates around it. The steel rings bite into my flesh, and I curse under my breath. Finally he’s done, and my poor cock is caged.
“Wow, that looks sexy but also kind of painful,” he says. “Now I guess you will have to turn around for me to be able to use that paddle on you.”
He unlocks my cuffs, and I turn onto my stomach, glad to be able to hide my face in the pillow.
“Lift up your hips Sean,” he orders, and he pulls out the pillow from under my head and props it under me, so my arse is sticking up in the air. Bloody hell!
I hear the sound of the paddle swishing through the air, like he’s testing it, and I will my body to relax. The first time the paddle lands on my arse there’s no sting to it. That’s certainly the furry side of the paddle, and it’s more ticklish than anything else. The next stroke is definitely wood, but it’s hesitant, and there’s not much force behind it. I think about those muscled wiry arms, and I lift my head up to look at him over my shoulder.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
He snorts derisively and lifts the arm with the paddle. “Okay Sean, have it your way.”
This time the blow stings and I have to bite back a yelp. He delivers a few more, sometimes using the soft furry side. Like a BDSM version of ‘good cop, bad cop.’ Pretty soon my arse feels like it’s on fire, and my cock aches, trying to fight its steel prison, while I grind down the mattress.
He stops, and I feel the bed dip, when he sits on the edge, his fingers stroking my burning backside.
“Fuck Sean, did I go too far? You feel like you’re on fire.”
Again I lift my head to look at him. “I’ve had worse, mate. I wouldn’t mind getting out of that contraption though. “ Fuck, but him stroking my arse feels good.
He chuckles, a low throaty sound. “You could use your safe-word, Sean.”
“No way,” I snap.
“You’re beautiful, Sean,” he says, his tone more serious now. “Let me do something about the burn.” He rummages in the bag and starts applying the cooling gel. He certainly takes his time with it, but I don’t really feel like complaining.
His hand dips lower between my legs, stroking my perineum and my balls. I moan and try to spread my legs even further. If he goes on like this, I will probably come, despite the gates and fuck, that will hurt.
“Enough, “he says, bending over and kissing my neck. “I am ready to take this a step further if you are Sean. What do you say? “
“Oh yes, “I reply, feeling the wet slap of his tongue on my neck.
He gets up, and removes the cuffs, and then helps me turn around. His hand goes hesitantly to my engorged cock, but I bat it away.
`I do it myself, because I will sure as hell come if you lay as much as a finger on it!”
Viggo
It is fun teasing Sean. I have to say that I like being in control, but I wouldn’t use anything extreme on him. I love the response I get from tormenting him, though and he is as sexy as hell staked out on the bed like this. He gives me a safe-word, “Vulture”, which I guess would be inspired by me.
I find a couple more interesting items in the bag along with banana flavoured lube and give him a choice about what I will use. To my surprise, he chooses the paddle and a complicated cock-ring that looks like a medieval torture implement. He calls it a “Gates of Hell” and rather him than me wearing it.
He curses, when I start to put it on and fumble a little. I guess this would have been easier if he had only been half hard, but finally I manage it. The metal rings seem to pinch the tender flesh and I am thankful that he didn’t use it on me.
I tell him he needs to turn over and for him to do so, I have to uncuff him, wrists and ankles. This is the crunch. If he wants to stop this, he can do, while he is free, but he doesn’t want to stop it. He rolls over onto his belly and his ass is mine!
Asking him to raise his hips, I pull a pillow beneath him to raise them and admire the view before making my first tentative blow with the furred side of the paddle. Then I turn it over and use the wood side, but again the blow is hesitant.
To tell the truth, I have swung the odd punch in anger, though not often and I have never set out to hurt anybody deliberately in cold blood. I am unsure about this.
He turns his head and sneers at me, goading me on and I land the next blow harder, reddening his backside. I continue, alternating the hard and soft sides, until both cheeks are red and glowing. I don’t know if he has had enough, but I sure have. I throw down the paddle and sit on the bed, running my palm over his heated flesh.
I have to ask him if I went too far, but he assures me not, although he now wants out of the cock-ring.
“You could use your safe-word, Sean.”
That makes him snarl again, but I am mesmerised by how beautiful he is. I tell him so and get the soothing gel to rub on his ass. As I rub, my own painfully hard cock throbs and makes me think how great it would be to drive it home into his tempting flesh.
I control myself, because that would be an abuse of the trust he has shown me. I can’t resist massaging his perineum and balls, though and I feel him tense, knowing he is close and coming while confined in that thing will be painful.
I lean down and kiss his neck, asking if he wants to take things further. He says he does and I uncuff him, feeling it is important that both of us are free for any continuation.
When he sits up and turns around, rubbing his wrists, I go to release his cock, but he bats my hand away, saying he will come if I touch him.
He carefully removes the gates of Hell and takes a few deep breaths, before he looks at me. His cock is purple and looks about to explode. I am fascinated by the pattern left by the steel rings and I half wish I could reach for my camera.
I owe him one and ignoring my own erection, I lean forward, ready to take him into my mouth, but he grabs my hair and pulls my head up.
“No, Viggo, I want to fuck you.”
I freeze for a moment. I am not a natural bottom and haven’t done so for some years. I guess he isn’t either, though, so we have a kind of hard-on stand-off.
Usually indecisive, I make a snap decision. I have paid him back for the scare he gave me and I guess I owe him for the pictures I took. Anyhow, I want him right now any way I can get him.
“Okay. This is a once and only offer, though!”
“Of course.”
I scoot up the bed and take his place on my belly, my ass upturned on the pillow, my cock rubbing against the sheet. I want to ask him to go easy, as it’s been a while, but I don’t.
Strangely, he seems to know instinctively and he takes his time in preparing me carefully, with plenty of lube. I have to admire his self-control.
Finally, he leans over, kisses my neck, as I kissed his and whispers,
“Ready?”
“Okay.” I guess I am as ready as I will ever be and I curl my fingers into the bedding, as he begins to push his sheathed cock slowly, but determinedly into my body. I bury my face in the pillow, glad that he can’t see my face or the tears that spring involuntarily to my eyes. It hurts more than I remembered. I tell myself to relax, that it will get better and I hear Sean murmuring endearments, as he keeps hold of one hip, but slides the other hand in between us to grip my cock.
I feel as if I am about to split open like a ripe banana, the sensation enhanced by the smell of the banana lube. I want to laugh hysterically, but he has stilled his movement, now that he is buried to the hilt and he is waiting patiently.
The tension slips away from me and I feel myself relaxing and accepting the intrusion. I push back towards him and wriggle my hips, encouraging him to move.
He begins to thrust into me, changing the angle until my hoarse cry tells him he has found the right one and then he is pounding away harder and harder, while jerking my cock in time with his thrusts. I come hard and he follows soon after, slumping onto my back and resting for a moment.
Later, with the condom discarded and both of us cleaned up, I lie on my back, smoking and watch him dress and repack his bag.
“So, Sean, are we even now?”
He sits on the bed and smiles at me, running his hand down my jaw.
“Yes and I’m sorry about that bruise.”
“I deserved it. I’m sorry about the pictures.”
“I know.”
He stands and says he’ll let himself out, then he is gone from my apartment and my life, just like that and I am left feeling strangely hollow.
TBC
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Date: 2008-02-17 03:47 pm (UTC)Things could be looking up!!
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Date: 2008-02-18 09:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-18 12:54 pm (UTC)I like the way Sean started out very angry, got roped into the situation almost against his will, enjoyed the situation and then left, seemingly angry again!!
We've all seen that back view of Sean you describe . . . nice to be able to imagine the front view too!!
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Date: 2008-02-18 05:50 pm (UTC)Thanks again for reading and commenting.:)