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Flash Fic Challenge!
Turning the Tables
Author: Thalassa
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
del_p
Rated: NC-17
Beta'ed by the incomparablehelens78 and the gorgeous ruby_fruit Muah!!!
Summary: Orlando changes things.
Pairing: SB/OB
Warnings: bdsm, slave-play, somewhat non-con.
Orlando poured himself a snifter of brandy, and swirled it on the glass before taking a deep breath of its fragrance. Trust Sean to have the good stuff, he smiled. Sean could always be counted on for the finer things in life: clothes, books, brandy, boys.
Orlando chuckled softly at that last. He’d discovered Sean’s secret in New Zealand. Sean Bean, fucking Sharpe, liked a pretty young man to bend to his will. He’d liked Orlando, certainly, trusted Orlando, wore the fellowship tattoo with him. So he’d smiled broadly and invited him in three days ago. Invited him into his home, his life. Orlando smiled wickedly as he took a sip. Sean might be regretting that now.
Orlando paused at the full length Victorian mirror in the hallway. He looked at his image, all in black, with black shining boots to match. His hair was grown long, being between Pirates and Troy, and the black clothing just emphasized his dark eyes. Yes, he was a picture, he smiled. “The better to eat you with,” he murmured, and snapped his teeth together before laughing softly.
He opened the door to the basement and called down. “Sean? Are you awake?”
He heard the snarl of his friend and he smirked. “Yes, I thought you might be. It’s time for your dinner.” He picked up the tray with the cup of broth and the bottle of water and proceeded down the stairs.
Sean was chained in a corner, green eyes bright with anger and frustration. His wrists were raw where the cuffs had chafed in his endless attempts to work himself free. Orlando paused and noticed them, then scolded him. “Sean, I told you yesterday to stop doing that. You’re going to get an infection. When I’m ready, I’ll turn you loose, but not before. Okay?”
Sean turned his head away. His throat was sore from his screaming and cursing the first two days. Orlando had sat down on a chair across from him then and gently explained that Sean’s house was quite soundproof. He reminded Sean that he’d had this basement built to be soundproof for his own pleasure, so really, did he actually expect anyone to hear him? Sean had nearly cried at that, but had bitten the inside of his own cheek to prevent Orlando from seeing tears. Today Orlando sat down in that same chair, keeping the food tray just out of Sean’s reach.
“Sean? I brought you some beef broth. It’s time you start eating again. Would you like it?”
Sean set his chin resolutely. He would not break to this boy. He’d had this boy begging him, not so many years ago, and he would not give in easily.
“Sean? Look at me.” When the man steadfastly stared at his feet, Orlando sighed. “All right. You don’t have to.” He put the tray on the floor, well within Sean’s reach. “When you’re ready, your food and water are there. You’re going to spill most of it if I don’t help you, but that’s up to you.”
He stood and walked a short distance away, raising his hand to swat like a cat at a cuff dangling from the ceiling. “I could have put you in these, you know,” he mused. “But I don’t want to hurt you, Sean. I just want you to acknowledge me.” He turned to face the blonde man again. “Do you remember how it was in New Zealand, Sean? How I’d come to you at night? How I’d do anything you asked me to do? And then the next day you’d ignore me for Viggo?” He stepped forward and squatted, seeking Sean’s eyes. “I never liked that, Sean. I wanted you to acknowledge me. I wanted to be yours.”
Sean blinked, and wet dry lips with an equally dry tongue. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “Orli, I thought you were beautiful. But I didn’t want the rest of them to know what we were doing.”
Orlando chuckled. “Yes, Sean. I know. But I did.”
Sean shook his head. “You don’t understand, boy. No one could know. You’d have been ruined.”
Orlando snarled and sprung forward, grabbing Sean’s hair and yanking it back, forcing him to look up. “I’d have been ruined? You weren’t thinking of me, Sean! You were making sure that YOU weren’t ruined!” Orlando shook his head, then pulled Sean’s hair harder, dragging him down into the floor in front of him. “Kneel.”
Sean was weak, and thirsty, and he didn’t feel like resisting when his own guilty conscience told him Orlando was right. He knelt, putting his forehead to the floor, the way he’d always told Orlando was proper.
Orlando stalked around him, stepping over the chains when he crossed behind him. “I’ve fucking had it with you, Sean. No more. No more pretty boys to bend to your desires, do you understand? You’re my boy now.” He stopped and stared at Sean, waiting, then bent down and screamed in his ear. “Do you understand me?”
Sean jumped involuntarily, then nodded silently. Orlando cuffed his head. “Say it.”
Sean swallowed hard, then whispered, “I’m your boy, Sir.”
“Much better,” Orlando purred. “Now, you must eat. Drink your broth.”
Sean watched as Orlando climbed the stairs and exited the basement, then he sighed and looked over at the tray. He was hungry, and more than a little thirsty, but he hated the indignity involved in lapping the broth from the cup. He crawled over on his knees, and leant down, then caught the edge of the cup in his teeth, tilting it and sucking the tepid broth into his mouth.
He finished it with a minimum of spillage, and grasped the water bottle in his teeth. He shook it to pop open the sport top, then leaned back, letting it run into his mouth. He lost quite a bit when it overflowed and ran down his throat, but he managed to swallow enough to satisfy him. He sat back then and contemplated his situation.
Monday evening had been like most others. He’d stopped by the club and had dinner for one, chatting with a few of the other members about last weekend’s football, then had driven home. He parked the BMW outside his garage, and walked, key in hand, to his backdoor. As he unlocked the door, he’d felt a body sidle up behind him. Startled, he’d immediately started to crouch into a defensive position, but then he heard Orlando’s soft voice. “Sean, I miss you.”
Sean had stood then, smiling and laughing a little at the fright the boy had given him. “Orli!” He thrown arms around him and hugged him tightly, then invited him in. He hadn’t seen Orlando since the last round of promotions and he genuinely liked the lad. And if Orlando’s missing him meant he’d have an overnight guest, all the better. He genuinely liked him in his bed, as well.
It had gone wrong later. After a few drinks, and a few meaningful looks from Orlando, Sean had asked him to join him on the couch. Orlando slinked over there, all sex and beauty, and curled on Sean’s lap, rubbing against him purposefully. “Sean?” he murmured as he nuzzled Sean’s ear.
“Mm-hmm,” Sean replied, hands stroking under Orlando’s shirt and over his ass.
“Remember when you told me you had a playroom here in your house?” Orlando nipped at his lobe, eliciting a soft grunt.
“Yes, Orli. I remember. Do you want to see it?” Sean leaned back, lifting dark green eyes to his. Orlando simply smiled, a Cheshire grin that had Sean grinning back. “Come with me.”
After that, things got confusing. He wasn’t quite sure how Orlando had convinced him to strip and step back against the wall, but he was sure a promise of a blowjob had been involved. Then the snapping of the cuffs around his wrists, Orlando standing, sneering at him, slapping him hard and shoving him flat against the concrete. Orli’s voice telling him how humiliated he’d felt in New Zealand, telling him how much he’d wanted Sean, wanted to be Sean’s… then the darkness when Orlando had stormed up the stairs and left him.
Orlando had left him there for a few hours. He’d been dying the entire time, fearing that Orlando wouldn’t come back. And fearing that he would.
Orlando had come back, with his first bottle of water and a bucket. He’d explained quietly that the bucket would be his toilet. And that he wouldn’t be eating anything for a day or two. Sean had tried talking, cajoling, everything except begging, but Orlando wouldn’t even meet his eyes. He was biding his time, Sean knew now.
Sean’s eyes flicked up, hearing the doorknob turn. Orlando walked down the stairs with a smile. “I’m glad you ate, Sean. I don’t want to hurt you.” He stepped over and took the tray over to a table by the wall. “Now, are you feeling better since you ate?”
Sean nodded, warily, but when he saw the scowl returning to Orlando’s features, he lowered his head and softly answered, “Yes Sir.”
Orlando’s hand came up to stroke his hair. “Much better, Sean. That’s exactly what I want to hear.”
Sean took a deep breath, then bent low to the floor. “How may I serve you, Sir?”
He couldn’t see the smile that broke over Orlando’s face, but he could feel it. “You’re going to be a very good boy, Sean. You know exactly what a master wants. Come over here.”
Sean crawled across the floor until his nose was at the toe of Orlando’s expensive new boots. “Yes, Sir.”
Orli’s hand came down and stroked his hair again. “Lick them.”
Sean closed his eyes and steadied himself with another deep breath, then slowly stroked his tongue over the toe of the boot. At least these were clean. He’d made boys in the past worship boots he’d worn in the garden. Orlando watched him intensely, watching the way Sean’s skillful tongue caressed the leather and the foot inside it. He knew from experience that Sean could feel the heat of his flesh through the material, and when Sean took a hard stroke over the arch, he barely restrained a shiver of pleasure.
Sean was thinking. He was hard, but he could only imagine how much pleasure Orlando was feeling. Pleasure combined with power was a remarkable thing. And maybe, if he could just convince the lad that for best results, a boy should have his hands free…. He was brought back to the present by Orli lifting his chin with the toe of the boot. “You’re smiling,” he said accusingly.
Sean sobered immediately. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Orlando shook his head. “No you’re not. But I think I can wipe that smile off your face. I have a better use for that mouth.”
He stood in front of Sean and unzipped his fly, removing his hard cock from his pants. “I don’t believe you’ve ever tasted me before, Sean. I think now would be a good time to start.”
Sean licked his lips, and Orli laughed softly. “That’s a good boy. Now, me.”
He tapped Sean on the end of his nose with his cock, then smeared it across his lips before letting him take it inside. Orlando hissed softly as Sean drew him in, laving his tongue over and around his head, and taking him deep into his throat.
“Well, you’re good at this,” Orlando whispered. “You’ve been someone’s boy before, haven’t you?”
Sean didn’t even attempt to reply, just hummed softly around Orlando’s cock and worked harder. Orli took handfuls of his blonde hair and tugged lightly, guiding him into the rhythm he wanted, and telling him what a good boy he was being. Sean ignored his own arousal, pretended he couldn’t feel how hard he was, or how much he liked pleasing Orlando.
Orli was close, breathing hard and concentrating on not gagging Sean with his thrusts, but when Sean groaned around him and swallowed, tightening his throat more on Orli’s prick, he couldn’t resist. He came with a low growl, driving in hard and flooding Sean’s throat with his come.
Sean whimpered softly as Orlando withdrew, and that brought Orli’s attention back to his boy. Sean knelt before him, eyes closed tight, and his erection throbbing between his thighs. He’d leaked a small puddle onto the concrete floor, but he wasn’t begging for touch.
Orlando knelt in front of him, and reached out to stroke his face. “Sean?”
Sean lowered his head with an effort. “Yes, Sir,” he grated out.
Orlando smiled gently. “Sean, let me.” He reached and stroked Sean’s hardness lovingly. “I want you to come for me now. Right now.”
Sean cried out as he released, semen running over the top of Orlando’s fist as he stroked and crooned softly. “This is all I wanted Sean. This is it. I wanted to own you, just for a day, just enough to make you want me like this.”
He eased Sean back, caressing his hair and pressing kisses against his forehead. Sean could feel him reaching around, unfastening the cuffs, then carefully bringing his stiff arms forward and rubbing the wrists gently. “Let’s go upstairs,” he murmured. “I’ll bathe you and we’ll go to bed.”
He helped Sean to his feet, then felt Sean’s iron grip catch his shoulder. “Orlando, I’m not finished with this.”
He looked at him, seeing those jade eyes go steely. “I know, Sean. But for tonight, let’s just sleep.”
Author: Thalassa
Dedicated to
del_pRated: NC-17
Beta'ed by the incomparable
helens78 and the gorgeous ruby_fruit Muah!!!Summary: Orlando changes things.
Pairing: SB/OB
Warnings: bdsm, slave-play, somewhat non-con.
Orlando poured himself a snifter of brandy, and swirled it on the glass before taking a deep breath of its fragrance. Trust Sean to have the good stuff, he smiled. Sean could always be counted on for the finer things in life: clothes, books, brandy, boys.
Orlando chuckled softly at that last. He’d discovered Sean’s secret in New Zealand. Sean Bean, fucking Sharpe, liked a pretty young man to bend to his will. He’d liked Orlando, certainly, trusted Orlando, wore the fellowship tattoo with him. So he’d smiled broadly and invited him in three days ago. Invited him into his home, his life. Orlando smiled wickedly as he took a sip. Sean might be regretting that now.
Orlando paused at the full length Victorian mirror in the hallway. He looked at his image, all in black, with black shining boots to match. His hair was grown long, being between Pirates and Troy, and the black clothing just emphasized his dark eyes. Yes, he was a picture, he smiled. “The better to eat you with,” he murmured, and snapped his teeth together before laughing softly.
He opened the door to the basement and called down. “Sean? Are you awake?”
He heard the snarl of his friend and he smirked. “Yes, I thought you might be. It’s time for your dinner.” He picked up the tray with the cup of broth and the bottle of water and proceeded down the stairs.
Sean was chained in a corner, green eyes bright with anger and frustration. His wrists were raw where the cuffs had chafed in his endless attempts to work himself free. Orlando paused and noticed them, then scolded him. “Sean, I told you yesterday to stop doing that. You’re going to get an infection. When I’m ready, I’ll turn you loose, but not before. Okay?”
Sean turned his head away. His throat was sore from his screaming and cursing the first two days. Orlando had sat down on a chair across from him then and gently explained that Sean’s house was quite soundproof. He reminded Sean that he’d had this basement built to be soundproof for his own pleasure, so really, did he actually expect anyone to hear him? Sean had nearly cried at that, but had bitten the inside of his own cheek to prevent Orlando from seeing tears. Today Orlando sat down in that same chair, keeping the food tray just out of Sean’s reach.
“Sean? I brought you some beef broth. It’s time you start eating again. Would you like it?”
Sean set his chin resolutely. He would not break to this boy. He’d had this boy begging him, not so many years ago, and he would not give in easily.
“Sean? Look at me.” When the man steadfastly stared at his feet, Orlando sighed. “All right. You don’t have to.” He put the tray on the floor, well within Sean’s reach. “When you’re ready, your food and water are there. You’re going to spill most of it if I don’t help you, but that’s up to you.”
He stood and walked a short distance away, raising his hand to swat like a cat at a cuff dangling from the ceiling. “I could have put you in these, you know,” he mused. “But I don’t want to hurt you, Sean. I just want you to acknowledge me.” He turned to face the blonde man again. “Do you remember how it was in New Zealand, Sean? How I’d come to you at night? How I’d do anything you asked me to do? And then the next day you’d ignore me for Viggo?” He stepped forward and squatted, seeking Sean’s eyes. “I never liked that, Sean. I wanted you to acknowledge me. I wanted to be yours.”
Sean blinked, and wet dry lips with an equally dry tongue. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “Orli, I thought you were beautiful. But I didn’t want the rest of them to know what we were doing.”
Orlando chuckled. “Yes, Sean. I know. But I did.”
Sean shook his head. “You don’t understand, boy. No one could know. You’d have been ruined.”
Orlando snarled and sprung forward, grabbing Sean’s hair and yanking it back, forcing him to look up. “I’d have been ruined? You weren’t thinking of me, Sean! You were making sure that YOU weren’t ruined!” Orlando shook his head, then pulled Sean’s hair harder, dragging him down into the floor in front of him. “Kneel.”
Sean was weak, and thirsty, and he didn’t feel like resisting when his own guilty conscience told him Orlando was right. He knelt, putting his forehead to the floor, the way he’d always told Orlando was proper.
Orlando stalked around him, stepping over the chains when he crossed behind him. “I’ve fucking had it with you, Sean. No more. No more pretty boys to bend to your desires, do you understand? You’re my boy now.” He stopped and stared at Sean, waiting, then bent down and screamed in his ear. “Do you understand me?”
Sean jumped involuntarily, then nodded silently. Orlando cuffed his head. “Say it.”
Sean swallowed hard, then whispered, “I’m your boy, Sir.”
“Much better,” Orlando purred. “Now, you must eat. Drink your broth.”
Sean watched as Orlando climbed the stairs and exited the basement, then he sighed and looked over at the tray. He was hungry, and more than a little thirsty, but he hated the indignity involved in lapping the broth from the cup. He crawled over on his knees, and leant down, then caught the edge of the cup in his teeth, tilting it and sucking the tepid broth into his mouth.
He finished it with a minimum of spillage, and grasped the water bottle in his teeth. He shook it to pop open the sport top, then leaned back, letting it run into his mouth. He lost quite a bit when it overflowed and ran down his throat, but he managed to swallow enough to satisfy him. He sat back then and contemplated his situation.
Monday evening had been like most others. He’d stopped by the club and had dinner for one, chatting with a few of the other members about last weekend’s football, then had driven home. He parked the BMW outside his garage, and walked, key in hand, to his backdoor. As he unlocked the door, he’d felt a body sidle up behind him. Startled, he’d immediately started to crouch into a defensive position, but then he heard Orlando’s soft voice. “Sean, I miss you.”
Sean had stood then, smiling and laughing a little at the fright the boy had given him. “Orli!” He thrown arms around him and hugged him tightly, then invited him in. He hadn’t seen Orlando since the last round of promotions and he genuinely liked the lad. And if Orlando’s missing him meant he’d have an overnight guest, all the better. He genuinely liked him in his bed, as well.
It had gone wrong later. After a few drinks, and a few meaningful looks from Orlando, Sean had asked him to join him on the couch. Orlando slinked over there, all sex and beauty, and curled on Sean’s lap, rubbing against him purposefully. “Sean?” he murmured as he nuzzled Sean’s ear.
“Mm-hmm,” Sean replied, hands stroking under Orlando’s shirt and over his ass.
“Remember when you told me you had a playroom here in your house?” Orlando nipped at his lobe, eliciting a soft grunt.
“Yes, Orli. I remember. Do you want to see it?” Sean leaned back, lifting dark green eyes to his. Orlando simply smiled, a Cheshire grin that had Sean grinning back. “Come with me.”
After that, things got confusing. He wasn’t quite sure how Orlando had convinced him to strip and step back against the wall, but he was sure a promise of a blowjob had been involved. Then the snapping of the cuffs around his wrists, Orlando standing, sneering at him, slapping him hard and shoving him flat against the concrete. Orli’s voice telling him how humiliated he’d felt in New Zealand, telling him how much he’d wanted Sean, wanted to be Sean’s… then the darkness when Orlando had stormed up the stairs and left him.
Orlando had left him there for a few hours. He’d been dying the entire time, fearing that Orlando wouldn’t come back. And fearing that he would.
Orlando had come back, with his first bottle of water and a bucket. He’d explained quietly that the bucket would be his toilet. And that he wouldn’t be eating anything for a day or two. Sean had tried talking, cajoling, everything except begging, but Orlando wouldn’t even meet his eyes. He was biding his time, Sean knew now.
Sean’s eyes flicked up, hearing the doorknob turn. Orlando walked down the stairs with a smile. “I’m glad you ate, Sean. I don’t want to hurt you.” He stepped over and took the tray over to a table by the wall. “Now, are you feeling better since you ate?”
Sean nodded, warily, but when he saw the scowl returning to Orlando’s features, he lowered his head and softly answered, “Yes Sir.”
Orlando’s hand came up to stroke his hair. “Much better, Sean. That’s exactly what I want to hear.”
Sean took a deep breath, then bent low to the floor. “How may I serve you, Sir?”
He couldn’t see the smile that broke over Orlando’s face, but he could feel it. “You’re going to be a very good boy, Sean. You know exactly what a master wants. Come over here.”
Sean crawled across the floor until his nose was at the toe of Orlando’s expensive new boots. “Yes, Sir.”
Orli’s hand came down and stroked his hair again. “Lick them.”
Sean closed his eyes and steadied himself with another deep breath, then slowly stroked his tongue over the toe of the boot. At least these were clean. He’d made boys in the past worship boots he’d worn in the garden. Orlando watched him intensely, watching the way Sean’s skillful tongue caressed the leather and the foot inside it. He knew from experience that Sean could feel the heat of his flesh through the material, and when Sean took a hard stroke over the arch, he barely restrained a shiver of pleasure.
Sean was thinking. He was hard, but he could only imagine how much pleasure Orlando was feeling. Pleasure combined with power was a remarkable thing. And maybe, if he could just convince the lad that for best results, a boy should have his hands free…. He was brought back to the present by Orli lifting his chin with the toe of the boot. “You’re smiling,” he said accusingly.
Sean sobered immediately. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Orlando shook his head. “No you’re not. But I think I can wipe that smile off your face. I have a better use for that mouth.”
He stood in front of Sean and unzipped his fly, removing his hard cock from his pants. “I don’t believe you’ve ever tasted me before, Sean. I think now would be a good time to start.”
Sean licked his lips, and Orli laughed softly. “That’s a good boy. Now, me.”
He tapped Sean on the end of his nose with his cock, then smeared it across his lips before letting him take it inside. Orlando hissed softly as Sean drew him in, laving his tongue over and around his head, and taking him deep into his throat.
“Well, you’re good at this,” Orlando whispered. “You’ve been someone’s boy before, haven’t you?”
Sean didn’t even attempt to reply, just hummed softly around Orlando’s cock and worked harder. Orli took handfuls of his blonde hair and tugged lightly, guiding him into the rhythm he wanted, and telling him what a good boy he was being. Sean ignored his own arousal, pretended he couldn’t feel how hard he was, or how much he liked pleasing Orlando.
Orli was close, breathing hard and concentrating on not gagging Sean with his thrusts, but when Sean groaned around him and swallowed, tightening his throat more on Orli’s prick, he couldn’t resist. He came with a low growl, driving in hard and flooding Sean’s throat with his come.
Sean whimpered softly as Orlando withdrew, and that brought Orli’s attention back to his boy. Sean knelt before him, eyes closed tight, and his erection throbbing between his thighs. He’d leaked a small puddle onto the concrete floor, but he wasn’t begging for touch.
Orlando knelt in front of him, and reached out to stroke his face. “Sean?”
Sean lowered his head with an effort. “Yes, Sir,” he grated out.
Orlando smiled gently. “Sean, let me.” He reached and stroked Sean’s hardness lovingly. “I want you to come for me now. Right now.”
Sean cried out as he released, semen running over the top of Orlando’s fist as he stroked and crooned softly. “This is all I wanted Sean. This is it. I wanted to own you, just for a day, just enough to make you want me like this.”
He eased Sean back, caressing his hair and pressing kisses against his forehead. Sean could feel him reaching around, unfastening the cuffs, then carefully bringing his stiff arms forward and rubbing the wrists gently. “Let’s go upstairs,” he murmured. “I’ll bathe you and we’ll go to bed.”
He helped Sean to his feet, then felt Sean’s iron grip catch his shoulder. “Orlando, I’m not finished with this.”
He looked at him, seeing those jade eyes go steely. “I know, Sean. But for tonight, let’s just sleep.”
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The Gollum side of my brain really likes this. I hope there will be more?!
Yesss!!!! Precioussss dominant Orlando. Oh yesss!
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Thank you!!!
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He helped Sean to his feet, then felt Sean’s iron grip catch his shoulder. “Orlando, I’m not finished with this.”
Ohhhh.... *shivers in anticipation*
There will be more soon, yeah?
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And poor Sean for being stuck with it. So to speak. ;)
Thanks so much for the feedback!!