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Wipeout	By : sagralisse Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 2034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Third Wave: Backhand
When Karl woke, Viggo wasn't there. He'd left a note saying he'd rescheduled at the studio and would be back soon. He liked to leave sopenopen days when he came to do looping. He'd taken Karl's car.
Karl went back onto the beach. The surf was better today, but he just wanted to find a spot to swim and to feel the current tugging at him. It was cold, salty. Karl imagined the salt of it clinging to his skin. He imagined emerging from the ocean crusted with a shell of halite, ready to wreak havoc on the hapless population. Then he went in for a shower.
When he emerged, Viggo was back, with rope. There was an awful lot of it, and he was cutting it into long lengths. He'd also brought sandwiches, which made Karl want to laugh. Trust Viggo to turn sex into some sort of surreal afternoon with Martha Stewart. The rope began to take on an unexpected shape between Viggo's hands... a braided handle, long strands with knots along their lengths. It was a flogger... a heavy one. Viggo worked a dowel into braided handle to make it stiff while Karl ate a sandwich.
Viggo seemed pleased with the result, swung it to test the balance. Karl blinked at the familiarity of the movement. "I left mine at home," he was explaining. "I didn't know I'd be needing it."
"I'll bet airport security is a bitch too."
"True. Are you ready?"
"Not really."
Karl wasn't sure why he'd said that, and it hurt to see Viggo smile that particular smile. I'm such a fuck-up. But then Viggo came to him, and he felt his hands on his shoulder, sliding to the nape of his neck.
"I'll ask another way," he said quietly. "What would you say if you really wanted me to stop?"
Karl looked out toward the beach for a moment, then back at Viggo, smiling. "Wipeout."
"Do you want to say it now?"
"No."
Viggo moved away to pull the blinds then, cutting off the view of the ocean but not its voice. Karl took off his shorts. He hated being watched when he undressed. Being naked, though, with Viggo's hands so near, so right there... that was quite nice. Viggo brought him to stand in front of the bedroom door, showed him where to put his hands, high near the frame, palms against the wood. He wasn't to move them. He didn't want to move them or to change anything, because Viggo's hands were sliding down his back in a way that he wanted to savor.
Viggo's hands moved dois bis back, his flanks, moved up to cup his buttocks. They pulled his hips back. Viggo's foot guided Karl's into a wider stance. Then, sadly, the hands were gone. But before long the flogger said "wish" to him and thudded into his back.
Karl grunted once, breathed, remembered that he didn't like to be loud. It was just his back; the toughest part of him... the least personal. Viggo stroke was clockwork steady, unlike Tamara's mean little bursts. Karl kept waiting for it to hurt, kept waiting to fail, somehow. But the strokes fell steadily down his back, down and across his buttocks, and on down over his thighs. When it bit at his thighs it made Karl think about sex, but he remembered that they hadn't really talked that. He remembered that it wasn't good to assume things. That made him feel empty.
"Hands, Karl. Remember." Karl looked up to see his hands curled into fists. He opened them, palms flat again.
"Sorry... Viggo."
"That's better."
Viggo started at the top of his back again. And again. It might have been the third time, or the fourth. Karl felt the old and new strokes mingling, an almost-burn. He lost track of everything except his need to keep hands and his feet planted firmly, and the steady, hypnotic rhythm. Karl felt himself descending... deeper... until a pinpoint of arousal flared. He cried out as it blossomed, buoyed him back to the surface. He felt his skin stinging then and welcomed it.
Then Viggo paused, and ran a cool hand down his back. "I thought you were going to fall asleep."
"Oh," Karl had to remember how to speak. "Not quite."
Viggo started at the top again. Karl was definitely awake now. Viggo began to pause between strokes, and each pause made Karl's breath catch. The pauses grew longer, and Karl realized that Viggo was holding back until Karl squirmed, showing that he wanted more. Karl rolled his hips, asking... receiving blows that thudded and bit. They kept coming harder and more slowly. Karl found himself shuddering and crying out with each blow.
Then Karl realized that Viggo had stopped. He heard the oceans voice again and felt Viggo's hand moving across his back. This time his hand felt cool. Viggo stood close and lightly touched Karl's erect cock. "Oh," Karl flushed, almost jumping at the contact. Viggo held the flogger near Karl's mouth.
"Kiss." It was one of those rituals Karl had placed firmly in the bullshit column in his mind. Today it seemed different. He kissed the rope handle, then Viggo's knuckle.
"You can come down now." Karl took his hands from the door and Viggo opened it. He gestured Karl toward the bed.
Karl stood for a moment, aroused and blinking. "I'm okay... I mean... you didn't have to stop."
Viggo smiled at that. "I think're're done on that side, Karl. Come look." Karl came into the bedroom and looked at his back in the dresser mirror. It was covered with a web of lines, dark and bright pink interwoven with white.
"Fuck." Karl grinned.
"Now come and lie down. Be good." Viggo was grinning.
"Yes Viggo." Karl followed Viggo onto the bed, then somehow found himself on his back with Viggo nuzzling his neck. Somehow it wasn't something he expected... gentle teeth against the muscles in his neck, then Viggo's mouth across his chest. His teeth weren't as gentle on Karl's nipples. He bit until Karl's back arched and his breath came out in little spasms.
Viggo's hand found the long muscles of Karl's thigh and oh fuck if his mouth wasn't working it's way down Karl's stomach. Then he paused. With a start Karl remembered the burn mark, Tamara's memento. His stomach clenched, but Viggo simply kissed it. Karl whimpered as Viggo's mouth slid down his cock, lapped at his balls, covered him in warmth.
It was overwhelmingly exciting, but didn't last long. After a few deep strokes his mouth was gone, and Viggo was straddling his chest. He was shirtless, still in the drawstring pants he wore before... whenever that was. Karl kissed his cock through the fabric, ran his mouth over it, breathing in his scent. His mouth found the string and he pulled with his teeth. The gods smiled and the knot came untied rather than tangling. Viggo smiled down on him too. Karl pulled at the waistband and was rewarded with bare hips. It took a little more work with his mouth to free Viggo's erection. Karl lapped at it, then wrapped his arms around Viggo's legs and took it as deeply as he could. Viggo's cock felt wonderful in his mouth, blunt and uncomplicated.
"Do you want me to fuck your mouth, Karl?" Viggo's voice was losing its mellow quality.
Karl nodded. Fuck yeah. He wanted anything that would make Viggo's voice sound more like that.
Viggo pulled away, finished undressing and lay down on his side. "Put your head here on my thigh." Karl obeyed, felt Viggo's foot resting against his still-hot back. "This is something I like, but it can feel claustrophobic. You can use your hands to tell me to stop if you need to. Alright?"
"Yes." Viggo stroked his cock a bit, encouraged Karl to take it into his mouth again. He pulled Karl's head in closer, then closed his legs around Karl's head. Karl couldn't hear anything then, but he could see a little, breath a little... at least until Viggo started moving, pumping into Karl's mouth. Then it was just about trying to hang on, trying to breathe around Viggo's cock banging into his throat. There was no technique to it, no slow sensty, ty, no trying to please him. It just felt like being used... like being something that Viggo enjoyed fucking.
Karl held on for ages, gasping for breath whenever Viggo paused. At last he thought Viggo was going to come like that, right down his throat. He sensed it, tasted pre-cum, then longed for it. But Viggo released him, drew him into a kiss almost as fierce.
"I like your mouth," he said. Karl couldn't think of anything to reply. He nibbled the line of Viggo's chin instead. They kissed... kissed again, and then Karl felt a rush of between-ness that made his heart stutter. Here was this freedom of exploring the bones of Viggo's face, almost necking. Almost like teenage boys. And here also was the sweet sting he felt each time Viggo hand found its way around curve of his hip, the way Viggo's hand owned the back of his neck. Fuck. File it away. Remember every bit of it, because your not supposed to have anything this perfect.
Viggo left him for a moment, returned with his eyes shining. "This... I did bring," he said. "This always travels with me." He showed Karl a leather slapper, maybe twice as long as his hand. Karl followed Viggo's directions and knelt up, sitting on his heels with his hands behind his neck. It was one of those formal positions that reminded Karl of show dogs. The idea of it made him skittish, but every time Viggo touched him it was difficult for him to think of anything else.
Karl closed his eyes, felt and edge of leather against his left nipple. Then there was the tap of Viggo's slapper against his chest. His eyes popped open on the next tap, which was more of a smack. The nipple that bore the brunt of the blow felt hard and very much awake. A tease, a tap, a smack and his other nipple was equally enlightened. Viggo was looking at his chest as if it were some sort of puzzle to be solved. Or... not quite. Perhaps like it was some sort of canvas to be painted. When Viggo looked up at him it occurred to Karl that he could see further into his eyes than ever before. Viggo kept going with light little smacks against his nipples until they burned.
He pushed Karl back then, guided him until he was resting on his elbows, with his feet still tucked under his ass and his knees spread wide. Karl's cock pulsed as Viggo stroked it. Viggo cupped Karl's balls, pushed them to one side. He brought the leather slapper down hard on Karl's inner thigh. Karl gasped. Viggo let him thrust against his hand, hit him again when he stopped thrusting. And again, a slow rhythm.
"Oh fuck." Karl wanted to be still but couldn't, wanted to be quiet but couldn't. He just wanted to fuck, fuck something. Pain didn't matter, didn't burn him. It was fuel. Something for him to burn. His head was back and he was crying out something with no words, and he realized that Viggo had stopped smacking his legs. Viggo's nails were dragging through the heat along the inside of his legs and then he felt the slapper against his cock, sliding against him. "Yes Viggo, yes yes yes." Whether it was a question or not, Karl answered, wanting.
"Breathe," said Viggo, and Karl did, and the stars stopped swirling around the inside of his eyelids. His arms and legs n fen feeling the awkwardness of his position. He settled, breathed, waited. Viggo let him feel the raw edge of the leather. Pause. Wait. Tap.
"Open your eyes, Karl." Viggo looked at him in a way that made him want to squint. There was an intimacy there like a bare bulb in his eyes. It hurt, but he had to look into the light. The slapper tapped against his cock. Viggo tapped, and then smacked him. Karl cried out, arched, blazed.
"Look at me."
Karl focused, sort of. Viggo looked like he was enjoying the fire. Karl felt Viggo's warm hand curving around his buttocks, his fingers finding his ass. Viggo slapped his cock again, harder. Karl arched, managed to keep his cry unvoiced. When he came down Viggo's fingers were there again, persistently teasing. Karl opened his eyes again... two Viggos looked down at him. They smiled as they merged.
"Do you want more?"
"Oh, yes."
"Say please."
God, another thing that had always seemed like bullshit. How did Viggo do it? "Please, Viggo. Please." Karl rolled his hips as best he could, awkwardly wanton. He gasped at the third slap against his cock. He felt like every nerve in his body had migrated to that one organ. It wasn't that it was huge and hard and pulsing, but that everything else about him shrank to insignificance. It was a perfect, vulnerable target for Viggo's attention.
The volley of blows that followed undid him. Karl didn't know if he was crying or breathing, or if anything existed outside that painfuck. He was losing himself. He spun out from that center like a nova. It felt too hot and too violent to be an orgasm -- too wrenching to be anything else.
Then there was Viggo, sweaty-real, gathering him back in, shifting him out of his backward-kneeling awkward position. His hands pulled Karl back together, back into himself. Viggo held the slapper for Karl to kiss, then curled around him and kissed him deeply. Karl started to see spots again. Viggo's mouth felt very warm and right, but he made Karl gasp for breath.
Then Viggo's lips found his ear. "I want to fuck you, Karl. Is that something you want?"
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