TITLE: Rewarded (2/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
WEBSITE: https://www.angelfire.com/scary/randominsanity/RandomInsanity.html
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: R
SUMMARY: How to know if you're a spanking fetishist
FEEDBACK: It's a giddy little thrill at a reasonable price
WARNINGS: References to spanking. Many references to spanking
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my friends
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out.
Hopefully, that kind of delay won't happen in the future
DATE WRITTEN: July 24th, 2003
Okay, don't be paranoid. Nobody has a clue that last night Viggo spanked me and I enjoyed it. Nope, they have no idea that my arse was still tingling when I woke up this morning and I had to wank before I could even get out of bed.
At least it seems like Viggo's little lesson worked -- I haven't screwed up once this morning. Whatever annoyance Pete and Co. felt towards me yesterday is now gone; it seems that all I needed was a good spanking to get me going. I wonder if other actors are aware of the highly effective technique.
"Okay everyone, let's take a break for lunch," Pete calls as we finish an unsuccessful take. "We'll try this again in thirty minutes."
I walk over to the catering table and grab a doughnut, then walk over to where Dom, Billy, and Sean are sitting at the edge of the woods. "What's happening, gents?" I ask with a smile. This is the real test -- will my mates recognize that I'm incredibly confused about certain sexual kinks right now?
"Not much," Billy says.
Ignoring the fact that Ngila will strangle me for sitting on a rough and dirty log in my costume, I plop down and immediately regret my decision. My arse screams in pain as the log scratches against it, and I bite back a yelp of discomfort. I can do this. I can pretend that this isn't torture. After all, I'm an actor.
"Mind if I join you youngsters?" Viggo's rumbling voice cuts through my musings, and I snap my head up to see him grinning down at me. Fuck. Sure I've been standing next to him all morning, but that's when I was in character. Now I have to eat lunch with the crazy bastard and try not to think about how wrong and how right his hands felt on my arse.
"Not at all," Sean tells him, and Viggo sits down next to me.
"How's your day been, Orlando?" Viggo asks, a smirk playing on his lips. Wanker.
"Um, it's been fine. Nothing special, you know?"
"Yeah. You know, you should be careful how you sit."
My cheeks flush and I automatically shift on the log. "W-w-what do you mean?"
Viggo's face is the picture of innocence. "Just that costume will kill you if you get all dirty. After all, these cloaks are brand spanking new."
Brand *spanking* new? Fucker, fucker, motherfucker. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks," I tell him through gritted teeth.
"I think these cloaks are really cool," Dom says, completely oblivious to my discomfort. Of course he's oblivious. After all, who would guess that Viggo likes to spank the elf? What's more, who would guess that the elf would enjoy it?
*****
This is not good. Every single one of my masturbation fantasies has been taken over by the image of being spanked by Viggo. I thought I had my sexual tastes all figured out -- I like to suck cock or have someone suck mine, and I like to be fucked. God knows it took me long enough to even figure out that I'm gay, but now throw this kinky shit into the equation, and I think that my head might explode.
I wrap my palm around my erection, determined not to think about my 'encounter' with Viggo two nights ago. Think about what it felt like to be fucked by Atti or how good it feels to be sucked off by someone, *anyone*. For Christ's sake, think of some random hot guy who you wouldn't mind shagging. Think of Johnny Depp -- you've always fancied him.
No luck. I get out of bed and storm around my darkened bedroom, tripping over a pair of shoes in the process. Disgusted with my perverted self, I walk into the bathroom and flip on the light. "What's wrong with you?" I shout at my reflection in the mirror. "You are a nice, normal boy who enjoys shagging other nice, normal boys. You are *not* into spanking or bondage or any of that shit!"
Satisfied that I've talked some sense into myself, I go back to bed and close my eyes. My hand strays over my chest, lightly pinching my nipples, and I settle into my fantasy world. Ooh, this is nice. This anonymous Fantasy Guy is very cute and *very* naked. He drops to his knees in front of me and immediately takes my cock into his mouth. Cute, naked, and considerate. What a nice Fantasy Guy.
All of a sudden, Fantasy Viggo bursts into the room and drags the Fantasy Guy off of my cock. "Get out of here," he growls at the Fantasy Guy. "I have some business with Orli." Shit. Not again. Fantasy Guy takes one look at Fantasy Viggo and runs away. No, come back! This isn't how the fantasy is supposed to go! Not that Fantasy Viggo cares, because he's making me kneel on the floor with my head down, and his hand is smacking my bottom. I'm moaning like a cheap whore and enjoying every moment.
I am totally fucked.
*****
What the hell am I doing standing on Viggo's doorstep? Am I completely insane? Wait, don't answer that. Of course I'm insane. That's why I came over here to politely ask Viggo Mortensen if he'd be so kind as to spank me again. I am such a looney. You know what? I'm just going to turn around and drive home; Viggo will never know I was here. Fuck! My treacherous hand just knocked on his door!
Maybe he's not home. Maybe he doesn't want any visitors. Maybe he didn't hear the knock. Shit. He's opening the door. Oh, God -- he looks so utterly *hot* in just sweatpants and a tee-shirt. I hate my libido, I really do.
"Hello, Orli," he says with a friendly smile. Not a smirk or an evil grin, just a nice smile. "What's going on?"
"Uh, can I come in?"
"Of course." Viggo steps back and allows me to enter his house. "Sorry it's such a mess."
"That's alright. I look around the front hall and living room, my eyes immediately zeroing in on the couch. The couch where he spanked me. And yeah, that gets the blood flowing to my cock.
"Is everything alright?" he asks concernedly.
"Huh?" That was a very intelligent response.
"Orli, is something the matter? Why are you coming over this late without calling first? Did something happen?" Okay, why is Viggo not pulling my pants down? Doesn't he want to spank me?
"I'm fine . . . I just . . ."
"Yes?"
Okay, you can do this. Just take a deep breath and swallow your
pride. "Viggo, I have a favor to ask you."
