Without A Trace

Chapter Two: Abuse and Conditioning

Chapter 2.  Abuse and Conditioning.
 
 
Orlando moaned at the deep throbbing in his head and the nausea that washed over him in waves.  He felt chilly and without opening his eyes, he shifted over onto his side and drew his knees up to his chest.  Had he kicked the covers off himself in the night?  He went to reach down to grasp them but his arm was abruptly jerked short of the sheet that he could feel bunched up at his waist.  His brow furrowed and he again reached down and was stopped short with a sharp ‘chink’.  Was his watch caught in the bedding?   Why was he so sick?  He couldn’t remember going out clubbing with the hobbits.  He couldn’t feel Viggo spooned up behind him either and figured the older man must be making breakfast.  He swallowed dryly and licked at his cracked lips.  He needed water.
 “Vig?” He called hoarsely wanting his lover to bring him some water.  He knew the routine, Viggo would comply and remind him of the abuse he was putting his body through every time he went on a bender with the guys.  When he got no response he called again, louder.  Orli sighed and a shudder racked his slight frame.  Damn, he was cold!  Again he went to reach for the sheet and again his hand was jerked to a halt with a distinctive ‘clunk’. 
 
Orlando’s eyes flew open, sudden dread piercing his heart when the recollections of what happened to him flooded back into his mind.   The car caught in the deep rut……. The men…….. The needle…….   With a gasp, the young Brit struggled to sit up but finding his wrists shackled to the head board of the bed he was lying on prevented him from moving much.   He rolled onto his back again, dug his heels into the mattress and pushed himself up into a reclined position leaning his back against the head board.  His ankle protested weakly but the pain was not even close to what it had been the night before.  To his horror, the sheet that had covered him had slipped down during his struggle to sit up and he found himself naked.  Using his foot, Orli tried to kick the sheet back up to at least cover his groin.  After several attempts, with tears of frustration burning his eyes, the actor gave a final kick upwards and the sheet billowed and softly dropped down just barely covering his most intimate area. 
 
Just as the sheet settled the door to the room clicked open and Len, with Denver right behind him, stepped into the room.
 
Len walked towards the bed “I see you’re awake.  Have a nice peaceful sleep?”
 
Orlando looked up at his abductors warily and spoke barely above a whisper. “Where are my clothes.”
 
Len smiled down at his hostage. “Oh, I don’t think you’ll be needing those any time soon so why don’t you just relax.”  He then shifted to the foot of the bed and Denver quickly aimed a camera at Orlando and took a picture.  Len then walked back up to the head of the bed and showed Orlando a cell phone.  His mobile phone.  Orlando looked from the phone up to Len, then slid his gaze over to Denver.  Len thrust the phone at Orlando again and demanded, as he ran a hand through the Brit’s hair lovingly. “I want you to tell me the number of your lover’s place.”
 
Jerking his head away from the man’s touch, and instantly angered, Orlando glowered up at Len, eyes almost black with rage. “I’m not telling you anything.” He snapped. “Let me go!”
 
Len smiled down at the young actor, then without a word bent, gripped the sheet in his fist and jerked it from Orli’s body exposing him completely. The man then gave his partner a one word order. “Denver.”
 
Orlando watched wide-eyed as Denver then aimed the camera down at him again and snapped another picture of him.  Humiliated, Orli tried to roll onto his side but Len quickly put a hand to his shoulder and forced him back down onto his back.  He held the mobile in Orli’s face. “The number?” he pressed. 
 
Orlando looked up at him, tears welling in his eyes. “Why? What do you want?”
 
Len grinned like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. “Oh, a little fun with your lover is all.  Like to see Mortensen squirm knowing his little cockney whore is with someone else.”
 
Len then shifted and still holding the phone in his grasp, kneeled down on the bed next to Orlando and ran a caressing finger along Orli’s limp member.  Orlando gasped and tried to pull away as Denver snapped another picture.
 
Len ignored Orlando’s reaction and gently took the young man’s cock in his fist. “Think your lover would like to see pictures of me having you to myself?” He questioned giving Orli’s organ a slow, firm stroke from root to tip.  Denver took yet another picture.
 
Orlando bucked his hips trying to break Len’s hold. “Please, don’t.” he choked past a sob. “Just let me go….I won’t tell anyone what happened.  I promise.”
 
Ignoring the young Brit’s begging, Len glanced back at Denver, a silent message passing between both men, before turning his attention back to the young actor lying on the bed.  With deliberation, Len gently started to fondle Orlando’s shaft in long smooth pulls.
 
Orli frantically tried to jerk away from the ministrations when he found his kidnapper was ignoring his promise to tell no one. “Don’t. Please.” He begged.
 
Len continued his assault on Orlando’s now semi erect member. “Give me the number.”
 
Orlando squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the reaction his body was having to his captor’s touch. Felt himself starting to harden despite himself. He heard Len shift then felt one hand gently squeeze and tug his balls while the other continued to stroke his now rigid flesh.  He heard Len speak to his partner. “Stop filming until I get him closer.”
 
Orli opened his eyes and looked fearfully up at Len who grinned down at him. “Think your Viggo would like to see you all heated and wanton under my touches?” he cooed sarcastically to the young Brit. “Gonna make you moan and cringe, Orlando. Let your lover see you open and begging for my touch.  Let him see that even though your heart’s not in it, your body yearns for my touch.  See you for the slut you are.” He emphasized his comment with a tight squeeze and jerk on Orlando’s cock then ran his thumb gently over the sensitive head.
 
Orlando gasped, dug his heels against the mattress and tried to draw away from the unwanted pleasure the man was inflicting on him.
 
Len smirked, leaned over and whispered in the actor’s ear. “Like that, Or-lan-do?” he purred as he again swiped his thumb over the tip of Orli’s cock.  “Been watching you for months, kid.  Wanted your pretty little ass since I first saw you in the bar with your friends……with your lover…...  I knew you were a whore.  Knew you’d take everything anyone was willing to give you.” Len let go of Orli’s balls and slipped his fingers down to the entrance of the young man’s body, caressing lightly as he started forcing the actor’s legs wide.  “I watched you closely that night.  The way you draped yourself shamelessly all over that older man.  Just begging Mortensen to take you home and fuck you.”
 
“S-st-.”  Orlando cried out and jerked his wrists hard against his chains as Len plunged a finger deep into his resisting passage.  Orlando tried to draw his legs closed but Len quickly shifted a knee between the boy’s thighs and easily wrenched them apart again.
 
“None of that now.”Len warned flatly as he roughly thrust his finger in and out of the silken heat. “So hot, so tight.” He murmured seductively to his captive.   He drew his finger out then added another, forcing them back deeper into Orli’s body.
 
Orlando screamed and arched his back at the violent intrusion.
 
Len searched and found the gland that would make the actor writhe.  He curled his finger and pressed lightly against the bundle of nerves.  Orli trembled and again tried to pull away.
 
Len let go of Orlando’s swollen member and grabbed him firmly by the hip forcing him roughly down against the bed to still him. “Going to make you come without touching your dick, kid.  Make you shoot your load. Then fuck you until you come again.” He promised as he again pressed down on Orlando’s prostate.
 
Electric shocks of pain/pleasure shot through Orlando’s body and he moaned, twisting his wrists against the chains as Len concentrated his touch on the actor’s sweet spot.  Still caressing that spot, Len shifted slightly so that his face was mere inches from the young man’s.  “Oh, yeah, that’s right, Orlando.  Gonna enjoy you so much.”  He explained seductively, leaned down and caught Orli’s trembling lips in his. “Fuck you hard. Make you whimper.” He whispered as he pulled back slightly, watching Orlando’s response closely as he continued to pet him inside.
 
Orli looked up at Len helplessly, silently pleading.  Tears of humiliation misted his eyes and slowly rolled down the sides of his face to be lost in his hair.
 
Len completely ignored the younger man’s obvious discomfort. “How about it brown eyes?” He grinned and twisted his fingers violently inside Orlando.
 
Orli bristled and gritted his teeth. “Please don’t do this.” He panted softly.
 
Len dipped down and lightly brushed his lips up the smooth column of Orlando’s throat then along his jaw line, nipping. “You don’t want to fight me, sweetheart. You’ll be sorry if you do that.” He threatened, his breath ghosting hotly against Orli’s ear. He again applied pressure to the Brit’s gland.
 
Orlando caught his breath and tensed.  Not a doubt lingered in his mind that his kidnapper would hold true to his threat.  He could not struggle to get away because it was hopeless, but that didn’t mean that he’d cooperate either.
 
Len softly ran his tongue along Orli’s full lips, coaxing access but not forcing.  Orlando didn’t respond so Len again stroked his fingers over the bundle of nerves deep in the actor’s body and quickly thrust his tongue into his captive’s mouth when Orli drew in a sharp breath.
 
 
Denver stood, camera aimed and ready.  The room was completely quiet and still, save for the young actor’s shuddered breaths and Len’s soft low murmurings. The only detectable movement on the bed was Len’s hand thrusting between the Brit’s wide spread legs and the heaving rise/fall of the young actor’s bare chest.
 
Len slowly withdrew his fingers from Orli’s body and without looking reached behind himself and motioned to Denver.  Denver quickly aimed the camera and started the video.
 
Len shifted from Orlando, kneeled, and sat back on his heels.  Without comment, he gripped the brown haired beauty’s hips and pulled Orli to him, drawing Orlando’s buttocks up onto his own folded legs.
 
“No!” Orlando screamed and started twisting and trying to kick the man away.  Blind panic flooded him as he realized that Len was going to rape him.  A part of his mind had denied him that event would happen regardless of his captor’s promises of it.  With his arms pulled taught over his head by the chains he didn’t have a chance in escaping.
 
 Len easily dodged Orli’s flailing legs casually grabbing his ankles as the actor tried to kick him, and again wrenched the thighs apart.  Len held the actor’s legs tightly. “Denver come here!” he called sharply to his partner.  Denver quickly set the camera down, grabbed a rope from the nearby dresser and stepped over to the bed.  Without further instruction he clutched the actor’s ankle closest to him and slip knotted the rope around the ankle.  He pulled the rope down towards the head of the bed and after bending Orli’s leg at the knee, rapidly tied the rope snug around the front bed leg.  He then bent down and flung the remainder of the rope under the bed and walked to the other side of it. 
 
“Stop!” Orlando cried out in complete dread. “Please don’t do this to me! Please!”  He continued to fight Len’s hold on his still untied right leg.  Although his ankle had not initially bothered him when he first came to in the room, his struggling brought the pain back with a vengeance and he yelped at the top of his voice when Denver grabbed it roughly and wrapped the rope around it.  Again Denver forcefully bent his leg at the knee and jerked it back as he tied the rope to the other leg of the bed at the head board.
 
Len then turned to Denver. “Get that item out of the night stand for me. Then get the camera and stand up here where you get a complete shot of everything but my face.”
 
Denver nodded and walked back to the other side of the bed to the night stand closest to the door.  He pulled it open, grabbed the object Len requested and handed it to Len before Orli could catch sight of what it was. “Want the lube?” Denver asked casually.
 
Len shook his head as he unwrapped the item from the cloth it was incased in. “No. I want the little shit to feel everything. Get the camera going again.”
 
Orlando watched Len wide eyed and trembling as the man revealed a very large and long dildo.  ‘They’re  going to put that thing inside me?’ he thought frantically.  He shook his head furiously. “Don’t.” he whimpered, now too terrified to move, not that he could being bound as tight as he was. “Please, please please, please, please.” He muttered to himself as he started to cry.  He let his head fall back against the pillow and closed his eyes tight. “This isn’t happening.”
 
Ignoring Orlando’s pleas, Len set the dildo aside and again grabbed Orli by the hips and pulled the actor’s rump back up onto his folded legs.  The rope around Orlando’s ankles grew taught and forced his legs wider giving Len easier access to the small puckered entrance.
 
By now Denver had retrieved the camera and stepped up to the side of the bed next to Orlando’s head but back far enough to get everything on film.  Orlando looked up at Denver pleading wordlessly for help, a stifled sob shook his slight frame.  He gave up trying to fight Len off knowing he would only make it worse for himself. There was absolutely no way he was going to get away, he realized, and fighting would only make his captors get more rough with him, possibly hurting him in the process.  Denver was about to position the camera and start filming but the sad chocolate brown eyes stopped him.  Denver sighed and turned to his equal. “Len, maybe we shouldn’t do this. You could hurt him.”
 
“Getting soft Denver?” Len snarled bluntly as he reached and picked the dildo from the mattress. “Coz if you are, you’d better just set the camera on automatic and leave the room.”
 
Denver fell silent then and started fidgeting with the camera in order to avoid those expressive brown eyes that continued to silently ask for help.
 
Orlando screamed and tensed up when the dildo breached then entered his passage in one strong thrust. Len did not give him time to adjust to the thick girth before forcing it as deep as it would go. The searing, cramping, white hot pain paralyzed Orli and he could do nothing but jerk his wrists against the chains as tears ran freely down his face.  His insides tried to expel the intrusion and he could feel them tearing, giving, around the thickness filling him.  Len immediately started thrusting the dildo, drawing it almost out of the actor’s body before slamming it painfully all the way back in. “That’s right, take it all. Knew you could little whore.” Len growled as he drew the dildo back out, then angling it so that every thrust from that point on would slide across Orli’s prostate, he drove it back in. 
 
Orlando bucked his hips, straining against his bindings as the dildo slid across his gland mixing pleasure with the pain.  He groaned bitterly as he felt his body respond to the stimulation despite the agony and his reluctance of it.
 
Len chuckled loudly. “Oh, I knew you’d like it.” He then leaned over and placed a chastened kiss to the side of Orli’s throat. “Come for me, Orlando.” He urged as he continued to drive the dildo into the Brit’s body.  Not many minutes later Orlando did come, his semen shooting onto his stomach in forced spurts.  Len quickly removed the dildo, shifted up onto his knees and with one hand undid his pants as he hiked Orlando’s backside higher up onto his thighs with the other.  Before Orlando’s body had a chance to recover from the waves of the orgasm, Len quickly thrust his hard erection into the still clamping heat.  Orlando screamed struggling against his bindings. Len’s head reeled from the sensation as he felt the silken passage squeeze around him from the aftershocks of his captive’s orgasm.  He let himself fall forward now bracing his body with his hands against the mattress on each side of Orlando’s shoulders and slowly started to pump into that glorious wet tightness.  He threw his head back as he rutted. “Oh, so tight….so hot, baby.” He muttered under his breath ignoring the writhing body beneath him.  He bent down and tried to catch Orli’s mouth in a kiss but Orlando turned his head away and the man’s lips caught his jaw line instead.  Len ran his lips down the long pale neck and then bit the soft skin, sucking harshly intent on marking the kid as he continued his raping of the young man.
 
Regardless of the pain, Orlando bucked up against his captor and came again a choked sob escaping his throat as his strained release washed over him. His seed spilling over onto his stomach in lazy spurts.  The contractions of his passage brought Len to completion as well and the man groaned snapping his hips against the actor’s backside, trying to drive himself deeper as his seed spilled into the actor’s body.
 
“Oh fuck…. so good.”  Breathing heavy, Len quickly withdrew and climbed off the bed, ignoring his captive’s plaintive sobs.  He stepped over to Denver and watched as the other man shut the camera off. “Get it all?” he asked as he ran his hand through his damp hair.
 
Denver nodded without a word. 
 
Len chuckled softly. “Kid’s a good fuck.  You’ll have to take him.”
 
They both turned and watched Orlando shift onto his side as best he could and, despite his bindings, try to curl into a fetal position.  Sobs wracked his sweat soaked body as he buried his face in the bedding.  The next thing he felt was a hand grip his shoulder and roughly shove him over onto his back.  His mobile phone was once again thrust in his face.  With tears blurring his vision, Orlando slowly looked up at Len who demanded. “The number?”