"We don't have to do this." The statement was acknowledged with a nod.

"I'm only asking because…well, once I get into it, it's hard for me to stop. It'll be hard for me to let you stop." He watched his face carefully, looking for any sign of hesitation. There was none.

"You remember what I told you?" Another nod.

"Alright then - take off your clothes." He watched as his lover stood, slowly removing his shirt. He tossed it on the chair, his pants following. He stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, as if it was the first time he had been naked in front of his lover.

"Everything." He cocked his head then looked down at his boxers.

"But I thought…" He jumped slightly as a firm hand smacked his ass.

"I didn't say you could speak." His mouth opened again, closing quickly as he silently obeyed the command.

"You will do exactly as I say. You won't speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" He nodded again, fascinated by the transformation of his lover.

"Hands behind your back. Head down." More obedience. A hand softly stroked his cheek. "Good boy. Now, stay there and don't move."

He watched out of the corner of his eye as his lover moved to the closet, taking a black leather box from the top shelf. The bed was to his right, but out of his line of vision, so he couldn't see what was happening. He heard the clink of metal, the hard snap of leather…and he began to get aroused.

"Put your hands in front of you." Soft velvet encircled both wrists. He watched as the cuffs were closed. A slight smile touched the corners of his mouth as he looked at the silver bracelets he was now wearing, their gleam offset by the black velvet.

His lover undressed, carefully folding his clothes and placing them on the chair. He walked over and stood in front of the other man. Grabbing the chain that connected his cuffs, he pulled him toward the corner. He reached up, pulling a heavy chain from a hook in the ceiling. A clamp was closed around the cuffs and he pulled on it, testing its strength. Satisfied, he turned toward the bed and began going through the box.

A paddle was brought out, looked at, tossed aside.
A riding crop. Hands caressed the length as gently as a lover's touch. Tossed aside.

He stared, wide-eyed, as the next item was pulled from the box. He had seen one before. Used one before. But he had never felt it before.

The whip had a long handle, at least nine inches from what he could see. Heavy braided leather cording covered it, making it at over two inches wide. The whip itself was short - maybe five feet long. The end was split into four 6" strips. It was a thing of beauty.

His lover spun around fast, flicking his wrist out. The first blow of the whip across his thighs startled him more than anything. "I didn't say you could smile, either."

"I'm sorry." The whip cracked again, landing across his belly. A red welt rose up on his tanned skin. It was beautiful.

No words were spoken. The only sound in the room was the cracking of the leather whip, the loud smacks as it hit his skin, and the occasional moan that escaped his lips.

Crack! He had moved the whip so rapidly that it struck the other man's back and wrapped itself around his waist. That would make a lovely mark.

The pain had grown, intensified until his mind was nothing but a white-hot blur.

The leather strap landed on his thighs, back, stomach…anywhere and everywhere.

His cock grew harder. His lover noticed this and walked back over to the box. He returned with a leather cuff in his hand. "Know what this is?" He nodded.

The cuff was an inch wide. It was hard leather. It felt warm against the base of his cock as it was placed there, tightened to an almost painful grip. A leather band, shaped like two conjoined circles, was pulled down to hold his balls in place. It was rather uncomfortable. He loved it.

A strong hand wrapped around his cock, jerking it painfully. The brief contact sent shivers through him. His lover placed a soft kiss on his lips, smiling at him. The smile he gave in return faded as the whip cracked against his ass again.

He moaned as the blows continued to mark him. Looking down, he noticed the shiny droplets collecting on the tip of his cock. A drop of sweat traveled down his neck, making its way lower onto his chest.

The whip cracked once…twice…three times before he felt the skin break on his back. It wasn't a large cut, but he felt the blood begin to trickle down. His lover moaned appreciatively. He felt a tongue on his skin, washing away the red droplets. Moving in front of him, his lover grabbed the back of his head and kissed him forcefully. The coppery taste of his blood lingered on his tongue long after the kiss ended.

A quick succession of blows landed on him. The pain seared his skin. For the first time, he cried out in pain. Tears came to his eyes.

"Enjoying yourself, love?" He squeezed his eyes closed, nodding. It was true. He was enjoying it, and that thought scared him.

He felt his feet being kicked apart. Luckily, the chain kept him from falling. A finger was shoved roughly inside him, and he screamed out in pain. "Sorry." He wasn't sure he really heard the muttered word, but he nodded anyway. The finger was removed and he stood there, trying to catch his breath.

A moment later - or was it longer? - the finger returned, this time entering more easily. He recognized the cool slickness of lube. Another finger was inserted, then another. Soon his ass was full, being stretched and stroked by nimble fingers.

His breathing slowed, its earlier raggedness being replaced by a steady rhythm.

Then the fingers were gone and he felt something hard pushing into him. His body protested, but the insertion continued. Hard. Rough. What was that? He glanced down to the floor and saw the whip pooled between his legs. It was the handle of the whip that was entering him now. Instinctively, his muscles clenched.

A strong hand caressed his back, soothing him. "Relax." He nodded.

The whip handle was fully inserted now and he felt a hand wrap around his cock, stroking him gently.

His back throbbed from the welts and open cuts.
His head throbbed from the blood coursing through his veins.
His cock throbbed against the leather restraint wrapped tightly around its base.
He leaned his head back as the whip handle was pulled out, thrust back in.
He closed his eyes as a thumb brushed over the tip of his cock, the head sensitive.

He heard the click of metal as the chain was released. His arms dropped down, tingling as the blood returned.

He felt a hand on top of his head, pushing downward. He opened his eyes and looked at his lover. "On your knees."

He obeyed, anticipating the next request as he opened his mouth wide.

"Suck me."

He complied, eagerly sucking the dripping wet cock into his mouth. Without his hands, he relied totally on his tongue and lips to pleasure his lover. He sucked him in deep, swirling his tongue around the sensitive ridges. Two hands steadied his head as his lover began to fuck his mouth with total abandon, his own cock throbbing from the lack of release.

He glanced up briefly and reveled in the beauty of his lover's face, twisted in a mask of pleasure. He felt the cock in his mouth throb, watched as his lover's ball tightened and he took a deep breath, anticipating the flood of fluid that came splashing against the back of his throat.

He swallowed what he could, before his lover pulled his cock from his mouth and continued to stroke it, covering his face and chest with the rest of the sticky white goo. He received a pat on the head. "Good boy."

He was pulled to his feet, his lover kissing him roughly before he dropped to his knees.

One hand snaked around his back, grabbing the handle of the whip, thrusting it in and out of his ass in an uneven rhythm. Warm, soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking him hard and painfully.

He thought he was going to explode.
He thought he was going to die.

He felt the band being released from his balls as the end of the handle brushed his prostate. Every nerve in his body was on fire. Hell would have been more comfortable at that moment.

Glancing down, he saw that his cock was the color of ripe plums. Inside, he knew he was coming. Outside was another story. He screamed.

"What do you want, love?"

His eyes flew open. He looked down, knowing what his lover wanted. And he gave it to him.

"Please." His voice rasped, ragged with emotion, pleasure, pain - everything his lover had given him so far.

A wicked smile. "Please what?"
"Make me cum. I need to cum. I want to cum."
His lover considered his request.
"Please. I want to…for you."

Lips around his cock again, the whip handle thrusting in and out faster. When he thought he couldn't take it any more, when he thought he was going to pass out or die from the intense pain, the leather band was unsnapped and he exploded in a torrent of emotion.

He screamed.
He cried.
He cursed.
He came.

Everything rushed through him - blood, sweat, tears, semen.
Strong arms wrapped around his waist.
A kiss on his cheek, brushing away the tears.
His hands were released, he was pulled to his feet, led to the bed.
Laid gently down on his stomach.
A warm cloth cleansed the blood from his back.
Sticky gel was rubbed onto the wound, a bandage covered the small cut.
Soft kisses around the edges.
He raised his head, looking into his lover's eyes.
"So, any more secrets I need to know about?"
Orlando laughed softly, running his fingers lightly over the red marks on Viggo's back.
"Not at the moment." He nodded, wincing as the sheet was pulled over his ravaged skin.
Orlando kissed him softly, settling next to him on the bed.
"Thank you for indulging me."
Viggo smiled.
"I told you before, I'd do anything for you." A nod.
"I see that now."
And then, they slept, lost in their own dreams.

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