Quartet

by Vivi and Nienor

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Viggo startled for half a second, only just closing the door behind him when he turned to see Sean Bean sitting in the only chair in his trailer. Dressed in street clothes, he must have just gotten out of costume.

"What do you mean?" Viggo's voice was politely interested, and he stripped out of his own costume without a hint of modesty.

"Please," Sean drawled, propping his chin on one hand. "Don't play stupid; it doesn't suit you. Near as I can see, you've got two little pets following you around on a lead. Playing a little game, are we?"

"And if I am?" He tugged his jeans up and zipped the fly, not unaware of Sean's eyes on him.

"Viggo," his voice held a hint of sympathy. "You've been in the business a while. It's not really a good idea. You know you can't keep them."

"I don't recall saying I was going to, and I'll thank you to mind your own fucking business."

"Yeah?" Sean stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, glowering at him. "You know how it goes. They're just kids, are they?" He shook his head. "Someone ends up jealous every time. Someone will end up hurt."

"I think someone is already jealous," Viggo said coolly, and he saw the surprise flash in Sean's eyes.

"Yeah?" Annoyance had melted into humor. "Maybe."

"Why are you really here, Sean? Want to see if we'll let you play, too?"

"Asking me to climb into your suicidal funhouse?"

"You're the one in my trailer."

"I am, aren't I." Sean looked thoughtful. "All right, then. Why don't I stop by your room tomorrow? You're in the penthouse, aren't you?"

"I have other plans tomorrow."

"Don't worry. I'll come early."

He shouldered past Viggo and to the door.

"Sean? Catch."

A flash of silver came through the air at him and he caught it automatically. It was a small key on a cheap plastic key ring. An elevator key.

"See you tomorrow."

~~*~~

"Viggo."

"...."

"Viggo, wake up."

"...."

"Some ranger you are. Viggo! Hey!"

"What?" he snapped sleepily, raising his head to look at the source of his annoyance. Sean had pulled a chair up next to the bed and was watching him calmly. Viggo frowned. "What the hell? What time is it?" He turned to look and was jerked to a stop before he could roll over. Metal jangled above his head and he looked up to see slim cuffs surrounding both of his wrists, which were in turn fastened to a metal ring in the headboard.

"What the.... How the fuck did you do that?"

"One question at a time," Sean admonished, moving to sit at the head of the bed. "First, it's seven in the morning. I told you I'd come early." He looped a finger around the chain attaching the cuffs to the ring, testing the pull. "Nice, isn't it? Found it a few years ago in a discreet little shop. Fastens over the top of the headboard so you don't have to drill any holes.

"As to how the fuck I did it, you sleep like you've been drugged. Not getting any younger, are you."

"You spend a month fucking two twenty year olds and see how much sleep you get!"

"A month?" Sean looked nonplussed. "I wouldn't have guessed so long. I suppose you do have a little stamina left in you, after all." He stood and walked to the foot of the bed, and yanked the blankets off. Viggo scowled in protest of the chill and kept silent. The chain on the cuff clattered briefly and then it too was quiet.

"S'good thing you don't sleep in pajamas. I could've cut them off, I guess, but--" he stopped. "Viggo, you look a little pissed off. Anything wrong."

"Aside from the fact I'm going to wring your fucking neck?"

"Is that any way to talk to the captain of the guard?"

"A King can talk to his subjects however the hell he wants."

"You're not King yet," Sean smirked. "And you're the one in cuffs, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just shut the fuck up."

"Let me out of the cuffs," Viggo said, grimly, "Or I will shut you up."

Sean continued as if he hadn't spoken. "But then, you're an actor, and a poet as well, so I figured you probably enjoy the sound of your own voice a little too much. So I brought this to help you with that little problem."

He held up a large, red rubber ball with a piece of rawhide threaded through the middle. "Brand spanking new, it is. Not as nice as the ones I have back home, but I think it will do nicely. I even washed it for you."

Viggo rolled on his back, the cuffs swiveling over his head and aimed a kick at Sean's midsection. He stepped back easily, watching with an amused expression as Viggo cursed and struggled. Viggo almost had his feet braced under him enough to sit up when Sean swept a strong arm beneath them, knocking him back down.

It was no real struggle without his hands, Sean's weight and strength pinning him easily against the bed long enough for Sean to straddle him. Strong thighs squeezed his own, holding him firmly. Sean's expression was one of boredom when he propped his elbows against Viggo's chest, resting his chin on his folded hands.

"You don't like it so much when you aren't holding the leash, do you, pet?" he murmured, and Viggo spat hatred at him with his eyes, his limbs quivering with restrained energy.

The gag dangled in front of Viggo's eyes. "I'm going to put this on you, one way or another, and I think you know it. Are you going to take it like a good boy, or do you still want to play games?"

Viggo kept silent, pinching his lips into a thin, white line, and Sean smiled grimly.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Sean's clothes chafed against Viggo's bare skin as he slithered downward, stretching out over him and putting just enough weight on Viggo to keep him still. "That's the trouble with sleeping naked, isn't it? Leaves all your precious parts vulnerable. You know, for all your whingeing, your dick doesn't seem to mind too much."

Viggo clenched his jaw even tighter, turning his face away, as Sean settled right over his crotch, rubbing against him. "I can't decide whether to jerk you off or make you take the gag," he confided.

He smiled, watching Viggo struggle to stay still. "The gag, I think."

Fast as lightning, he swooped, pinching Viggo's nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger. "Breathe," he suggested.

Viggo clenched his teeth and opened his lips, air hissing out.

"That's a good start," Sean nodded, approving.

He leaned over to one side and rummaged in his pack; clinking glass warned Viggo and his eyes flew wide, and then narrowed, when Sean produced a bottle of beer. "I'm going to enjoy watching you try doing that with a mouth full of beer," he popped the top expertly on the edge of Viggo's bed table, one-handed.

"GDDMMMMMMMMMMYOU," Viggo growled through his teeth.

"Temper, temper."

Sean put the bottle on the nightstand and leaned over, rummaging beneath Viggo's line of sight, and returned with a clothes pin. He clipped it neatly on Viggo's nose, then leaned the bottle carefully against Viggo's teeth and tipped it till it poured, trickling inexorably between any gaps it found, spilling over Viggo's cheeks and chin onto the bed. "I'm very patient," Sean confided. The beer flowed faster as he reached for the gag. "You should be getting a nice mouthful," he watched Viggo's face go purple. "Any time now." He held the ball ready.

Viggo writhed under him, bucking, but he was held firm, and even as he spluttered at last, choking, Sean rammed the ball-gag in with the heel of his hand and freed his nostrils.

Viggo nearly choked the ball right back at him, struggling to breathe, beer stinging in his lungs and his the back of his nostrils, but Sean had him. "That should teach you to do things the hard way." He leaned in to lap at the beer still trickling over Viggo's neck.

Viggo made a furious noise behind the gag and Sean shook his head. "No, my parents were married, but good guess."

He inhaled sharply when Sean reached down and roughly cupped his balls, prying his fingers between Viggo's legs until he relented. He rolled them in his palm, two fingers pressing firmly behind them until a sharp desperate noise hissed from behind the gag. "I did say I was going to jerk you off," Sean mused, his grip easing a fraction.

"But then, you aren't as young as you used to be, and you might only be good for one shot," Sean frowned, and the sounds behind the gag turned indignant. "What do I have to do to Shut. You. Up?" He punctuated each word with a sharp squeeze and listened to the pitch of Viggo's protests go up a notch.

"The trouble is that I don't want to play just one game, and I get the feeling you're not going to hold still long enough for me to handcuff you again. But that's not a problem," Sean smiled lazily. "I prepare for all eventualities."

He shifted to reach into his bag again and Viggo bucked up violently, trying to upset Sean's balance enough to throw him off the bed. It nearly worked, and Sean teetered at the edge for several seconds before he caught his balance, dragging his body back over Viggo's and pinning him down.

All amusement was wiped from his face and he met Viggo's furious eyes with anger of his own. "That was not nice." Viggo couldn't smile around the gag, but his expression was enough.

"I don't think you quite have a grasp of your place in this yet," Sean told him icily, sliding his hands beneath Viggo's knees and forcing them upward with a grip of iron. "It's time to change that."

It wasn't difficult to shift his weight in that position, and with one hard push he flipped Viggo on his stomach, hard enough that he bounced and a strangled sound came from behind the gag as his cock was caught and pinched firmly between his stomach and the blankets. That brief hesitation was all the time Sean needed to climb on his back, his hands around Viggo's ankles for a brief moment before he felt a circle of cool metal clamp around one.

He lashed out with his free foot, felt it connect solidly and heard Sean yelp out a curse, but it didn't save him. Hard, wet fingers forced his foot back down to the bed and a second cuff fastened tightly around his ankle. A brief struggle revealed that they were joined to a bar, which held his legs spread. He couldn't lift his ankles far off the bed either; Sean had chained the bar to the footboard.

"Son of a bitch," Sean muttered, the words blurred and he slid off the bed, walking around it and moving out of Viggo's line of vision. He heard him rummaging through the bathroom and he appeared again a moment later, a wet towel pressed against his nose.

"I'm going to have to explain two black eyes to Pete, now, you know that?" Sean snapped, wiping the blood off his other hand with another towel. "I'm going to enjoy making you pay for that."

Viggo let his satisfaction shine in his eyes and Sean's scowl deepened as he dabbed gingerly at his nose before flinging the towel back into the bathroom. He grabbed another towel from the shelf and wet it, sitting by Viggo's feet and scrubbing his blood off Viggo's ankle.

"I should pour it down your goddamned throat," he grumbled, tossing the wet cloth to the floor. "Bloodthirsty bastard." His hand was cold when he ran it down Viggo's back, and he arched away from it with the unfortunate side effect of sliding his cock against the sheets.

"What do to with you?" Sean pondered. He slid his hand lower, let one finger trail between Viggo's ass cheeks to press, dry and cold, against his hole. Every muscle in Viggo's body tensed, almost trapping Sean's finger and he wriggled it in a tiny circle.

"A little nervous, are we? You should be. You nearly broke my fucking nose, you know," Sean said, his tone sharpening, and he leaned close, resting his chin on Viggo's shoulder as he twisted his finger, pushing just a fraction inside. "I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop." His voice, low and cold.

Viggo bit fiercely at the gag, which was made of foam and compressed between his teeth, but the leather straps between his molars held firm, and he couldn't spit it out. He chewed furiously, feeling saliva gather and trickle over his lips; his wrists were slimy with sweat, too, but the cuffs held him fast.

"You won't get away like that."

Viggo stopped struggling, whooping gasps of air surging through his nostrils, his head swimming. Sean's hand patted his hip. "That's better. Now try a little of this."

He felt Sean press harder, his hard fingertip pushing past all the resistance Viggo could muster, and then exploring inside. Sean's hand twisted, turning, and suddenly the finger stabbed deep, making Viggo's eyes water with the pain, but he bit down and didn't moan.

"Very good, but your knuckles turned white," Sean confided lazily. "You're very tight. How long has it been since you had a cock up your ass? Since you were Elijah's age? Never? Am I the first?" His voice mocked. "Oh, this is going to be special."

He curled his finger, and Viggo had to clench his teeth on the gag again to keep silent. "I could make you come like this, whether you want to or not. Just like this." The finger nudged persistently inside him, making his cock twitch. "Five minutes, or a half an hour, and you'd shoot your brains out your dick, just from my finger up your ass. If I could keep you here-- and to do it properly, I would, for at least a week-- I'd start with that.

"Of course, you know that, don't you. In theory, anyway-- I bet you do this to Elijah and Orlando, and they come crawling to you for more."

Viggo conjured an image of Sean, white-faced and refusing to ride in a production helicopter, and gritted his teeth into the leather, trying to cling to it.

"If I had a week, I'd make you crawl." He sounded very sure of himself, and Viggo growled negation through the gag, but that patient finger kept working, insistent and subtle, sending pulses of pleasure down into his cock, and he felt sweat spring out at his temples.

"You're already feeling it, aren't you? I can tell by the way you squeeze tight." He circled his fingertip deftly to demonstrate, and Viggo shuddered.

"Don't get too comfortable," Sean advised him, patronizing. "I'm not going to let you come yet. This is just the appetizer, to wake you up and get you to listen." He pulled his finger out, and wiped it on Viggo's sheets with a remarkable lack of courtesy, then flipped Viggo onto his belly.

There was a rustling, and suspicious sounds, and Viggo arched frantically, trying to see-- Sean was rummaging in his bag again, and that couldn't be good.

Something greasy and small tickled against him, and then pressed inward. Viggo squeezed his ass cheeks together, but it pushed forward relentlessly, ticklishly slender with tiny ridges that nudged their way inside. One of Sean's hands pressed firmly against the small of his back, holding him still while he pushed it deeper still, until Viggo swallowed dryly, the sound of his pulse fluttering in his ears.

He would have sworn Sean was trying to shove whatever it was up through his nostrils, but it finally stopped, disturbingly deep. Sean gave it a tweak, twisting it lightly and Viggo arched nearly off the bed.

"Just a little reminder for you," Sean soothed, letting go and patting the back of Viggo's thigh. "I'd hate for you to forget where this is leading."

Viggo squirmed and the plug flexed with him, a slithery little feeling that made him tense, but even that was a mistake, the slightest movement twanging it against inner nerves. Sweat was stinging his eyes and Viggo blinked it away, holding desperately still and as relaxed as he dared.

"There. Just think about that for a minute, won't you?" Sean said, flicking the end lightly and making Viggo to go through the exercise of forcing himself to relax, again. He caught hold of the chain around the cuffs in both hands, squeezing until the metal bit into his palms. He was almost relaxed, taking deep slow breathes through his nose when Sean hopped off the bed, the mattress shaking lightly.

Viggo didn't make a sound, squeezing his eyes shut until black dots danced behind his eyelids; the sheets beneath his face were damp with spittle and sweat. Silently, he cursed Sean in every language he knew, making his way methodically through each version of fucking son of a whore bastard until he could stop trembling and his cock started to obey him again instead of blindly following the sensation up his spine.

Sean was sitting on the floor, humming the 'mission impossible' theme under his breath while he hunted through his bag and Viggo wrathfully decided death was too good for him. He was going to pay, very, very dearly when this was over with, and those black eyes weren't more than a down payment.

Highly suspicious sounds were reaching him but Viggo didn't dare move to peer at what Sean was doing. Metal clanked against metal, and something clattered loudly to the floor. Sean was muttering something indistinct, and more items fell to the floor, making Viggo wondered disbelievingly at how Sean had gotten that bag through customs.

"Ah!" Triumphantly, and Sean crawled back over to the bed. It rocked as he leaned against it and Viggo's thoughts blanked white for a second as he tried to remember how to breathe. "Was starting to think I'd forgotten it." Something hard and cool trailed down Viggo's back and he nearly bit through the gag. "This, I believe, will get your attention." Sean's voice chilled. "Don't forget, I still owe you for that kick."

Before Viggo could even begin to guess what he meant, the object lifted off him and descended again, with a sharp swish of displaced air.

He jerked as the paddle cracked against his ass; it stung like a motherfucker. The dildo inside his body lunged with him, and he made a low blurt of sound in his throat, startled by the pressure.

"Perfect." Another sharp stroke stung him, and another; Viggo fought them, body tensing and dodging, but there was nowhere to go; he realized he was fucking himself on the dildo in spite of all hell, and he tried to fall still.

"Very good. But not good enough."

The next blow set fire to his ass, and his fists clenched on the chains. Flame licked over him in darting spurts, and down his thighs-- he remembered doing the same fucking thing to Elijah now, and memory mingled with the present as he pictured welts rising on his ass.

His cock throbbed under his weight; he tried to shift off it and only succeeded in making more stimulation as the blows drove it scrubbing back and forth across the sheets.

Sean started back up, working back across skin already jerked raw, and flame turned into lava. Tears poured down Viggo's cheeks and he wrung his hands in the chains, stubbornly silent.

"You're as red as a cherry," Sean observed calmly. "The same cherry I'll be taking, later. I think you're in need of a rest."

The paddle fell to the floor and Viggo slumped in relief, only to tense again when something wet touched his ass-- Sean's tongue, fuck, Sean licking along the red-hot skin like a cool breeze, then latching on with teeth, biting hard.

Viggo felt his nails bite into his palms; his cock jolted and the dildo moved deep inside him as Sean pushed on it, then twisted.

"You're going to have a bit more difficulty sitting than Elijah has been," Sean mumbled against his skin. "Someone should really teach you how to make the lad squirm. Oh, never mind. I am."

He pulled on the plug, sliding it out slowly; each ridge tugged at Viggo's asshole, and he shuddered, waiting for the inevitable swift push to come-- waiting, waiting, and just when he started to relax, it came, shoving back inside him and settling there.

"It's hard to wait, but I think you could use some more warming." Sean moved to the side again, and this time he was quick about it, returning to the bed.

"This won't punish you like the paddle, but I can use it anywhere I want."

He let a flurry of braided leather tails fall against Viggo's cheek, and stroked them over his neck, tickling.

"Like this!"

The leather whistled in the air, and Viggo braced himself-- and then nearly tore skin from his wrists when the thongs curled between his thighs, the tips biting against the soft flesh of his balls.

"Perfect." The leather sliced the air again, and curled around into the tender flesh of his thigh. "And here," Sean mused, striking like a snake at his ribs.

Viggo shook, sweat stinging his eyes, his hair wet and clinging.

"And here, I think." Sean's hands moved under his side, lifting and turning him against the slack in the chains, and Viggo squirmed, cursing wordlessly, but Sean's knee was under his chest, and the whip curled cunningly, striking his cock and his balls twice in rapid succession.

"Oh, yes." Sean purred. "The thongs curl around your cock so well, don't they?"

"But smooth leather would be even better." He leaned and rummaged again, and came up with another whip. "This one, yes."

He swung, and Viggo arched, his cock alight with delicious fire, clenching tight on the dildo. God. Just get it OVER. Get it OVER! Sweat soaked him now, clammy in the bedsheets.

"It will interest you, I'm sure, to learn that I've left messages-- with your name attached-- for Orlando and Elijah to present themselves," Sean moved to look at his expression, touched his face tenderly, and bent to lick a droplet of sweat from his throat. "They should be here quite soon.

"And I have a few more toys to amuse you with, before they arrive." Sean's face could look incredibly cruel, Viggo realized, framed against the light-- Boromir's beard almost Mephistophelean, highlighting the hawk's nose.

This time Sean hauled the whole bag onto the bed and let Viggo see what he chose as he drew them out-- wicked looking metal clamps. Viggo shut his eyes and tried not to seethe with rage as Sean flipped him over again, effortless.

He heard the clamps jangle softly, a cool touch just above his navel. "This was a gift," Sean said conversationally, trailing it lower and leaving a razor-sharp line of cold across Viggo's burning cock. Pain was throbbing dully in his ass and balls, a banked fire.

The sliver of cold moved back upwards along an uneven path until it reached his nipple, and there it stayed.

He knew what was coming, tried not to tense and failed, and even though he expected it, the sudden pinch of Sean's fingers caught him off guard. He held it tightly, unyielding pressure until Viggo relaxed again, breathing deeply around the gag.

"This is going to hurt," Sean said unnecessarily. Viggo kept his eyes closed, unable to watch those sharp teeth closing over his flesh, crushing pressure, and it came, quickly. A harsh gurgling sound came from behind the gag, and Viggo's eyes flew open, nearly bulging out, his arms and legs jerking convulsively.

His breath came harshly and Viggo shook his head in helpless rejection, every nerve in his body screaming in terrible unity as the second clamp sank its teeth into him. The pain was so sharp and so sudden it was almost a hallucinatory sensation, color wavering in front of his eyes, and Viggo wondered dimly if he was going to pass out. Grimly, he clung to consciousness, breath through the pain until it dulled into something bearable.

"There, there, you did very well," Sean soothed, smoothing Viggo's damp hair away from face. He yanked away with a muffled snarl, even though twin bolts of fire danced beneath his skin as the movement pulled the chain between the clamps tight.

"I'd be careful about how you move," Sean advised, and he held the chain up so it was visible to Viggo, showing him another attachment at the end that made him pale. "Those clamps are strong. I'd hate for you to draw blood," he added sardonically. He moved to the foot of the bed and knelt between Viggo's legs.

Viggo burst into motion, stripping skin off both wrists and ankles as he struggled violently to free himself. The headboard creaked ominously above him, and Viggo pulled with all his strength, his hands going numb. He strained in silence, his nerves shivering in pain and pleasure like falling dominoes, but the ring holding the cuffs held.

Exhausted, he finally collapsed back down on the mattress, sweat dripping off him and his muscles trembling. Sean hadn't moved through the entire display and he laid the chain in his hands between Viggo's legs delicately, freeing his hands so he could clap politely.

"That was lovely, thank you for sharing. Bit of a waste of energy, though," Sean shrugged, picking up the chain again and giving a light tug. The clamps bobbed downward and Viggo choked on a shriek, barely recovering from that before Sean dipped lower and gave the dildo another twist.

His cock jerked visibly, pre-come drooling from the tip and leaving a clear puddle of fluid on his stomach, and Sean chuckled softly. "Oh, you really do hate this," he crooned, twisting the dildo again and Viggo shuddered, his heels jittering against the mattress.

"You're going to hate this too."

With one hand, Sean flattened Viggo's dick against his stomach and he shivered deliciously at touch of that callused palm. Deftly, Sean slipped a loop of leather at the end of the chain around Viggo's balls, tightening it one-handed before sliding a second loop over Viggo's cock. He fussed with the buckles briefly, tightening and loosening until he was satisfied. With the tip of one finger he caught the chain connecting the nipple clamps to the cockring and gave a light tug.

Viggo arched fiercely, his back almost completely off the bed as he tried to ease the tension but every movement, every twitch sent a perverse, masochistic blurt of pleasure up his spine, from the dildo shifting smoothly in his ass to the rattling chains on his nipples and cock. There was a measure of relief only in stillness but he could barely achieve it, tremors quivering through him as he settled back on the damp sheets.

Sean was watching his every movement, stroking himself almost lazily through his jeans. "Aren't you just lovely?" he murmured, and Viggo stared poison at him with his eyes, still trembling.

"I think you could use a little more sensation before the main event, though." Sean crooned, and twitched one chain sharply, sending lightning zinging between Viggo's nipple and the tip of his cock.

Viggo tipped his head back, staring blindly at the ceiling-- torn between wanting Elijah and Orli to come in, and wondering whether they would rescue him, or join in the torment. Another sharp twitch caught both nipples, and his vision whited out for a second, or maybe his eyelids fell shut.

Then a line of wet heat traced up his cock, circling at the crown-- deliriously good, cooling the fierce flame of sensation with soothing wetness.

"Ideally, I would shave you, you understand. But for today, I'm making an exception." His hand closed and he tugged lightly, sizzling jolts of warning up Viggo's spine.

A knocking at the door startled both of them; Sean dropped his balls. "Our guests," he smiled. "I'll just let them in, shall I?" He didn't hurry though, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, which bobbed impressively below his stomach. "They won't be expecting me, but I think they'll soon relax." He stepped out of his jeans and tossed his clothes into the corner, then padded out of the room.

Viggo strained to hear the words, but could only make out voices-- tones of shock, rumbling command, and Elijah's high-pitched bitching. He stared wildly at the ceiling, struggling at the cuffs with aching wrists, but he was caught fast, and could not even turn himself to his belly to hide his erection.

"Viggo!" Lijah's voice, sharp and tight with shock.

"He wanted you to see," Sean rumbled, and Viggo could see his hand curving possessively over Elijah's shoulder.

Orlando licked his lips, his eyes glittering, as he stepped through the door. "Oh, my God. You whipped him. Lij, he whipped him, look at the marks."

Viggo squeezed his eyes shut, crimson, stinging shame burning his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"I'm going to fuck him. The same way he fucks the two of you." Sean laid a hand on Orli's cheek. "Take your clothes off, and you might get to play too."

"Can I fuck Viggo?" Lijah's tone sharp and bright with interest.

"I don't see why not."

Viggo forced himself not to struggle, jaws clenched tight on the gag.

"Take that gag off him," Orli sounded suspicious; thank GOD. "I want to hear him say all this."

"He asked me not to." Sean's voice dripped with sincere apology. "It's a scene, and I'm topping, but he wrote it. It's his fantasy." Sean stepped close and ran his hands over the quivering muscles of Viggo's stomach. He curled his finger in the chain, and then twisted the clamp till stars shot through Viggo's vision and cramps seized his jaw muscles.

When it finally dulled back to a tolerable level, Viggo opened his eyes again to see Orli and Lijah were still frozen in place, staring raptly, and any hope of escape from that quarter was quickly dashed.

Sean glanced up at them, still toying with the chain. "If you don't want to play, boys, then you can't stay, so either strip or get the fuck out."

Elijah was half naked before Sean had even finished speaking, tearing off his tee shirt and yanking down his jeans almost before he'd unfastened them. Orli moved a bit slower, but not by much, and they were both naked in seconds, shifting from foot to foot with suppressed eagerness.

"Why don't you two go sit on the loveseat for a minute," Sean suggested after giving them a thorough once-over. "Viggo and I were just in the middle of something."

The loveseat was against the far wall and the two of them skirted around the bed, their eyes never leaving Viggo's body and Viggo burned with the humiliation of it, and Sean was going to pay for this, oh, yes, pay through his ass, and those two were going to pay right along with him.

Lij stopped suddenly before he got to the loveseat and Orli ran into his back, almost knocking both of them down. He barely managed to protest before he saw why Lijah had stopped and they both stood there staring at the floor.

"Jesus, Sean, do you own stock in a sex toy shop?"

"I'm a bit of a collector."

"No shit," Lij picked up a dildo that was about the length and width of his forearm and stared at it wonderingly.

Orli nudged him in the shoulder. "That's about your size, isn't it?"

"Shut up, slut!"

"Cunt!"

"Both of you shut up!" Sean's voice cracked like a whip and they fell silent. He shook his head. "Viggo was kind enough to allow you to see him like this, and you're going to disturb the scene by arguing?" Both of them looked ashamed, and they scrambled to sit on the loveseat in silence, Orli stretched out with Lij resting between his legs.

Sean gave them one last hard glare before turning back to Viggo. He rested his hand lightly on Viggo's belly, plucking the chain like a harp string and the three points juggled fire between them, Viggo's breath wheezing out behind the gag.

He cast a desperate glance at Orli and Lij; both of them were absorbed, Lijah's eyes almost as wide as Gollum's ought to be. Viggo looked away quickly, distantly afraid he might beg them to help end this, and concentrated instead on the ceiling.

"You were right, they are very obedient," Sean confided in low tones, "But if I were you, I'd make them wear a set of matching gags."

It was the first half-decent idea Sean'd had all day, Viggo thought hazily, and then he kicked himself for not having done it from day one.

Sean ran a possessive hand over his chest, tweaking the chains, and then turned him over with one easy shove. The clamps bit into Viggo savagely, and he groaned low in his throat.

"Oh, my God." Lij, as usual. "His ass will be blue for a week, Sean! What'd you hit him with?!"

"That paddle over there. With the holes." Sean sounded smug. "Now shut up, or I'll use it on you."

"He'd love it," Orli snickered. "He eats that shit up."

The thud that happened, and the "OW!" following it had the sound of Lij's elbow in Orli's solar plexus; Viggo knew that without looking, and knew too that Orli wouldn't return it-- he'd taught that lesson well, and early. Nobody touched Lij without permission but Viggo.

Sean's hands were between his legs, though, and soon he only had attention for that-- the way they worked roughly along his skin, the way they ventured into the soft places behind his knees and between his hips, the way they probed at his perineum and behind his balls. Orli gave a soft little murmur of appreciation from entirely too close; bastard was looking. Looking at Viggo's goddamn fucking asshole, with that bitch of a dildo poking out.

"Oh yeah," Orli's voice was wicked. "Does that thing turn on?"

"It does." A brief pulse of wicked sensation buzzed through him in demonstration, stabbing at over-used nerves, wrenching fresh sweat from his pores.

"Who's the little cunt now," Orli crooned, and that was his hand on Viggo's calf, he knew it. "Hurry up and fuck him, Sean."

Orlando might not know it, Viggo vowed, but that had just earned him a session on his knees, with Lij allowed to do whatever the fuck he wanted, just as long as it hurt.

"He really never taught you to shut up?" Sean sounded rattled.

"Nope." Orli was obscenely proud.

"It can't be done," Lij chirped.

"I could do it," Sean promised darkly-- and they fell silent; they didn't utter so much as a peep, and Viggo swore to himself. Oh, the next time they mouthed off to him, there was going to be hell to pay, yes there was.

"Orlando, take the dildo out of Viggo's ass." Sean gave the order quietly. "Make him feel it."

Orli laughed, fucking bastard, and the dildo stirred, not wanting to come out-- he'd clenched down so tight on it that his body resisted, and Orli had to twist it, working it out in slow revolutions like Viggo had seen him do dragging an arrow out of a target, one hand pressed around the shaft to steady it.

"Excellent." Honey-dark rumble in Sean's voice. Viggo sweated, biting back a moan. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK, every fucking turn and every little ridge sang all through his goddamn DICK. "Now turn him over on his stomach."

Orli obeyed, working a bit harder at it than Sean had, while Elijah had himself a look at the motherfucking dildo.

"Oooooh," Lij purred. "I want one of those, only bigger." Viggo rolled his eyes in spite of himself, then buried his face in the soaking-wet pillow and tried to pretend he'd never been born.

"Elijah, get the lubricant. It's in my bag. Get the cinnamon."

Orlando winced out loud. "Cinnamon? Fuck."

"Shut up, or I'll try it out on you first," Sean told him, and that seemed to be enough for Orli. "Put it on me, Elijah."

Viggo's sight swam with red fury. Lijah was his, goddammit, this wasn't fucking funny... little Elijah, with his ridiculous fucking bitten nails and his big dinner-plate eyes and the way he whimpered and begged when you fucked him, then crawled into your arms to be comforted, goddamn it, that was his. Not Sean's, not Orli's. His.

Sean sighed with exaggerated contentment. "Very good. I wouldn't use this if I were you, Orlando. Uncircumcised men sometimes find it a bit more than they can take."

"You're not circumcised," Orlando pointed out.

"I'm used to it."

Elijah laughed softly. "What do I do with the extra?"

"Rub it on his ass."

Goddammit to HELL, that FUCKING BURNED! Viggo squirmed, planning to show Elijah just exactly how much the next time he had hold of him, but he didn't have time to think, because Sean's hard thumbs were on him, spreading his ass-cheeks wide.

"How do you think he wants it?" Sean's voice was soft, crooning cruel amusement. "Do you think he wants it gentle and slow, like a girl?"

"Ream him," Elijah breathed.

"Yeah," Orli whispered. "Fuck, Sean, plow him wide open."

"I think you have the right idea." Sean's cock touched Viggo, and his abused tissues flinched from the peppery-hot cinnamon-lube; his nostrils flared with the scent of it. "I think you're right. He wants it hard and deep and fast." He paused, though, and Viggo hung poised, already biting down on the scream he knew he'd have to strangle.

"Elijah, I want you to untie the gag," Sean murmured, and his big hand stroked down Viggo's back. "We have a safeword, but I know he'll want to struggle. He asked me to fuck him till he begged."

Viggo's jaw spasmed, anticipating relief; Lij's fingers were deft at the back of his neck.

"And watch out. Don't get too near his mouth," Sean warned. "He's in a headspace you don't want to risk right now."

The rawhide leathers fell free, and Viggo shoved frantically with his tongue, trying to eject the gag from a mouth that no longer wanted to work.

"FUCK YOU FUCKING BASTARD SON OF A GOAT-SUCKING CUNT!"

The words were nearly unintelligible, grated out with a jaw that felt like concrete, and he sounded like an orc.

"Perfect," Sean commented, sounding pleased. "Stand back, Elijah." He sheathed his cock in Viggo's body with one savage shove.

Viggo roared his rage into the pillow, then bit it so hard he tasted feathers and foam. "BASTARD! FEED YOUR GODDAMNED DICK TO FUCKING RATS!"

If the dildo had been torture, this was madness. Sean's cock was thick and long, and with the last rational flickers of thought in his brain, Viggo understood what Lij felt like with an arm buried nearly to the elbow in his ass-- fucking full, and hurting, and OWNED, and that was the worst of it-- POSSESSED, this huge living thing fucking reaming out his ass. The lube made it even worse, singeing nerves as it soaked into flesh that never saw the light of day.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh." Sean made a long, low noise of pure pleasure. "So fucking tight. So FUCKING good."

Orli whimpered, and Lij's hand stroked down Viggo's back. "He's sweating like a bastard," he whispered, awestruck.

"Fuck him," Orli murmured, hushed. "Fuck him, Sean, FUCK him."

"I'll kill you," Viggo hissed. He didn't even know which of them he meant.

Sean pulled out-- long slow torture-- and then rammed him again, savage and brutal, and Viggo swore he felt it in his throat, that goddamned giant cock filling him so full he was only a shell, only existing to contain it.

"Ready to beg?" Sean whispered. "Or do you want some more, Viggo, do you want more? More of this?" He rammed in again.

"He wants it," Orli whispered. "Oh, GOD, give it to him."

Sean laughed, low and guttural; Viggo felt a drop of sweat plink onto his ass.

"Till he can't take anymore," he promised, and he plowed Viggo again, but this time he didn't stop, pounding him like the strokes of a hammer, raking his prostate with fire and pressure, grinding his dick into the sheets.

"Elijah," his voice showed strain for the first time. "Orlando. Reach under him. Twist the clamps on his tits."

Won't scream. Won't scream. Won'tscreamwon'tscreamWON'TSCREAMWONTSCREAMWONTSCREAM-- Viggo wanted the gag; the pillow tasted like sour sweat and bird shit; he heard a horrible gargling roar and knew, somewhere, that it was him.

The jackhammer in his ass never slowed, coring him, reaming him out, burning him away bit by bit until mind failed, light failed, and air burned in Viggo's lungs like molten stone, but he wouldn't. Wouldn't. WOULDN'T FUCKING BEG.

NO.

"You bastard." A note of admiration in Sean's voice. "You fucking stupid bastard. Come on." Hard hand like a knife flaying him, sliding up his ribs.

Viggo twisted his head, ignoring screaming muscles, ignoring the strain on his bleeding wrists. "FUCK ME, goddamn you, IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?"

Sean laughed; he threw back his head and the laughter rolled out of him, and his hips never stopped snapping forward, punishing him with savage thrusts; he was splitting in two, his whole body shuddering. "FUCK ME, YOU GODDAMNED PUSSY," Viggo rasped, voice all but gone.

Sean's hands tightened on his waist. "All right," he agreed. "I will."

Incredibly, the strokes slowed-- and Viggo blinked, cursing, his face wet.

"Like this," Sean sounded almost tender, his cockhead poised over just the spot his fingers had touched earlier.

Viggo panted for breath; Sean moved, and the burning focused, throbbing into something that threatened to devour Viggo from the inside out-- light made liquid, pulsing over his nerves.

One soft, gentle rub, then another, and the feeling burned deeper. Viggo hissed.

Another, and another, Sean barely rocking, merciless.

Viggo felt himself shudder, tremors crawling over his skin with each thrust; and the clamps savaged his nipples in vicious counterpoint to the golden honey spreading through his muscles.

Slower, and Viggo clenched tight in spite of himself, struggling for it, gasping into the pillow-- that infinitesimal motion gliding back and forth, but fading, fading, almost gone-- and then there, for one brief thrust, it was back, and then Sean's hips stilled.

"Cocksucker," Viggo hissed.

"Beg."

Sean's cock flowed over the spot once more, tantalizing, and held still.

"No."

"You want it."

"Your mother," Viggo bit the words with savage precision, "conceived you in a horse's stable with no human males present."

Two liquid-sweet strokes, branding him with pleasure.

"Possibly." Sean smiled; it shone in his voice. "But yours got you off a mongrel dog in an alley."

Without warning, he shoved deep; lust sizzled up Viggo's spine, and he choked on his next words, forgetting them. Half a dozen vicious strokes, then one, two, three of the slow ones. Four, and Viggo's balls tightened, but Sean stopped again, stroking his ass with hot fingertips.

"Beg."

"Stop it," Viggo rasped, hoping the lesser plea would prevail.

"Say please," Lij's voice teased him, like a mosquito's annoying whine-- he'd almost forgotten they were there.

"Shut up." Sean's voice whipcracked. "And get on your knees. Orlando, give him something to keep his fucking mouth occupied."

Viggo twisted a silent protest, hoping that would MOVE Sean inside him, but Sean held his hips in a grip like an iron vise.

Then one hand loosened, and twined into his hair, turning his head-- in time to see Orlando steady his cock as it slid past Elijah's lips.

"We can lie here and watch Orlando fuck him, if you want."

One more slow thrust, enough to keep the flames kindled, enough to make Viggo's balls ache-- deep, deep, like it would never end, and then back out.

"I can do this all night," Sean whispered, "without ever letting you come. And when Orlando is through, maybe I'll fuck Elijah myself. He's got a sweet little ass. Would you like to watch that? Would you like to watch me make him beg?"

"No," Viggo whispered. "Don't touch him, cocksucker. Don't touch him."

"What will you do if I do?"

"I'll fucking kill you."

"What will you do if I fuck him, and then Orlando," Sean crooned. "Bend them over and warm them up, just like I did you. Tie them down, Lij on the bottom and Orli lying over his back. Fuck them one at a time. One stroke in Orlando, and one stroke inside Elijah."

He moved again, a slow circling of his hips, tantalizing Viggo.

"Does Elijah scream?" Sean leaned in to lap at Viggo's neck. "Does he beg for it?" He slammed in hard, then pulled all the way out in a smooth, unforgiving glide.

"No!" Viggo bit his lip against the protest.

"Almost." Sean smiled. "But not good enough." He took his hands off Viggo, and started for them.

"Fuck me!" Viggo hissed, his mouth bitter with salt and the lingering taste of the gag. "Please." His voice broke; Elijah looked up, his mouth stretched around Orli's cock, his eyes wide.

"Good boy." Sean laughed, but Elijah's eyes stayed locked to Viggo's; he looked stricken, like he suddenly understood. He pulled back and Orli's cock fell from his wet pink lips; he licked them.

Viggo turned his face away. Sean made a low grunt of annoyance and flung him onto his back again, clamping a hard hand under his chin. "Watch," he snapped at Lij and Orli. He caught the bar between Viggo's ankles and brutally shoved up and forward till he bent Viggo double, his knees heavy on his chest, then thrust into him again, his belly holding the bar tight, crushing the breath out of Viggo's chest.

"Don't," Viggo husked, "Stop sucking Orlando. Sean told you to, goddammit. Suck him off, or I'll tear your ass up as soon as I'm free. Get your fingers up-- AH!" He gasped, writhing, impaled on Sean's cock. "His ass, and make him squeal, damn you, FUCK!" Sean fumbled under his chest, releasing the clamps; his nipples screamed with pain as blood surged into them.

Sean laughed low in his throat, his cock surged and fell in Viggo like a tide, his hand moving to stroke strong and hard and sure on Viggo's dick.

Lij hastily turned back to Orli, sucking him down like he was told, and Viggo let himself turn away again, staring gleaming hate into Sean's eyes, but Sean's face was tender, and his lips were curved.

"Good boy," he whispered, and twisted his hand around the crown of Viggo's cock, and Viggo was gone, shooting so hard he spattered his chin, vision fading in the sound of his own howl.

He kept his eyes shut, feeling Sean's fingers against his lips, shame burning hot in his spinning head as he licked his come off Sean's fingers, but his teeth scraping them was an empty threat, and they both knew it. He was beaten, his tongue curling around Sean's hand, fawning like Lijah, his lips clinging to the wet fingers, his stomach shuddering with fading spasms.

And then Sean's hands lifted him, tender and gentle, bracing him, and he opened for what he knew was coming-- Sean's cock in his mouth, slick and dark with musk, sweet with cinnamon, burning his tongue.

He closed his eyes and sucked, knowing what would happen next, and when Sean pulled away he was ready. Warm wet spurts painted his face-- eyelids, cheeks, and lips, cooling rapidly and trickling over his skin. Sean sighed, a low shuddering breath, and released his head, sliding off him, letting his knees unfold. He stood, and Viggo listened as he zipped his trousers. His tongue stole out, wetting his dry lips, and the harsh bitter taste of semen filled his mouth. Clunking sounds told him Sean was getting his bag ready to go, leaving him in chains.

"Unlock the cuffs." Half threat, half-plea. Orli and Lij were making soft desperate sounds, climaxes that might have been a mile distant.

Sean just laughed at him. "They don't lock."

Viggo blinked; come stung in his eyes and he ground his lids shut again, too late, hissing. Sean's smirk burned itself into his retinas all the same.

"You just reach over and flip the clasp, if you aren't too busy fighting to notice." His voice receded toward the dresser and returned. The bag's zipper purred shut decisively. "I had a wonderful time." His footsteps faded even as Viggo fumbled furiously with the clasps and the cuffs fell free; he heard the outer door click shut as he scrubbed his face with the ground sheet, cursing.

"Viggo?" Lij's voice, plaintive and a little scared. "Are you all right?"

"Shut up."

-finis-

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