Without A Trace

Chapter Five: Friend's Advice Obedience

Chapter 5     Friend’s Advice    Obedience
 
 
Len silently opened the door and stepped into the room soundlessly.  Neither he nor Denver had heard any sounds coming from the room for the last hour or so and Len was not surprised to find the brown eyed actor sleeping curled up on the mattress.  They’d both been in the room earlier to find Orlando asleep and quietly had removed the binds from the young actor’s ankles and left wrist leaving him chained to the bed by the right wrist only.  He’d been drugged fairly heavily shortly after Len had enjoyed him one last time before retiring to a bed himself once he’d sent and received an e-mail from the Brit’s lover.
 
Len stepped lightly over to the bed and looked down at the sleeping beauty.  The food he’d sent in for Orlando hours earlier remained untouched, as did the water.  He sighed and softly sat down on the edge of the bed next to the young man’s head.  No matter, he told himself, the kid would eat if he got hungry enough.  It was a shame to have to force himself onto the young man.  He wanted nothing more than to see the boy in the throes of passion, completely aroused and willing to please.  He drew a deep breath, reached down and carefully swept a stray strand of the long dark bangs away from the younger man’s face.  So gorgeous, he mused as he gently ran a finger along the side of Orlando’s high cheek bone down and across the soft lips parted in sleep. The long dark lashes of the closed eyes were a feathered contrast against light olive skin that was as smooth as any woman’s minus the peachy sparse stubble.  He’d never seen such an attractive looking male in his life, he realized as he slipped his finger between those bow lips just to feel the wet heat therein.  Just touching the young Brit’s lips sent heat to his groin and he felt himself harden as he imagined those lips on his cock.
 
Orlando’s brows furrowed in sleep and he shifted his face away from the minor annoyance.  When the caress resumed, he shifted back more and slowly started to waken. His eyelids fluttered open and deep brown eyes met steel grey ones.  With a weak whimper, Orlando shifted and pushed himself away from his captor, his eyes never leaving the man as he struggled to sit up.  He managed to get his arms under himself but was too weak from the shot they’d given him to actually force his body upright.  He shook under the strain and finally dropped back to the bedding never taking his eyes off his abuser.  He noticed they’d removed his chains other than the one on his right wrist, thankfully.
 
Len smiled down at him. “Morning, lovely.”
 
Orlando didn’t respond, just eyed the man warily.
 
Len glanced at the untouched plate of food sitting on the crumpled sheets. “Not hungry?”
 
Still no response from the actor.
 
“Really you should eat.  Look thin enough as it is.  You can’t really afford to loose much weight.”  Len explained casually.  He reached for the plate and moved it closer to Orli, who let his eyes wander down to the food, then quickly back up to Len.  He made no move for it though.
 
Len sighed, shifted and crossed his legs as he balanced on the edge of the bed. “Okay, enough of that then.” He replied then changed the subject.  “I got a hold of your lover.  He’s agreed to meet my demands. How much do you think you’re worth, Orlando?”
 
Silence met the question and Len smirked. “No matter. I demanded 40 mil and I’m sure he’ll have it for me.  Seems he wants you back bad enough.” He studied Orlando closely as he said the next statement. “Of course even though I said he’d get you back alive, doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll keep my word.”
 
Orli’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard.
 
Len reached down and fingered the blankets absently. “I could, however, be persuaded to keep my word, if you’re willing to keep your mind open.”
 
Orlando struggled now to hoist himself up from the bed.  He managed to get up partway, his trembling arms braced under the weight of his upper body but that was as far as he could go.  He again looked at Len but still kept his mouth shut.
 
A broad smile crossed Len’s features when he found he’d piqued the British actor’s interest. “All I want is for you to let me have you, willingly.  Cooperate with me, in this bed, for the remainder of your stay and I’ll let you go….alive.”
 
The last thing Orlando wanted to do was give himself over to these sadistic bastards but in the same token he wanted to live.  He was sure they’d taken him and had every intention of killing him when they were done. They hadn’t even tried to conceal their identities and that was a sure sign that the young man was not meant to ever see Viggo or his family again. Obviously his kidnappers had changed their minds about holding him for ransom so it was possible that they’d indeed let him go, alive, if he agreed to Len’s proposition.  It made him nauseous even to think about lying with this man willingly, but……he wanted to live and wanted to be with Viggo again.  Perhaps if he blocked it out he could pull it off……..that was a BIG perhaps. He cringed slightly when he felt fingers comb gently through his hair but he didn’t pull away and when said hand ghosted down and cupped against his cheek, Orlando swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and leaned into the touch.
 
Len smiled as he watched the brown eyed beauty nuzzle against his open palm.  He took that as silent agreement, and applied pressure to the side of Orli’s face urging him to sit up.  Orlando slowly shifted, he was stronger now, and got up onto his knees and sat back on his folded legs facing Len.  He dropped his head forward submissively and did not open his eyes as the man’s hand stroked down his bare chest to his navel, fingering over the sun tattoo there, then down over the top of his thigh and finally to his crotch.  Orli flinched but didn’t move when Len took his limp shaft in hand and started fondling it softly.  Instead, he reluctantly spread his knees to allow the man better access, fighting back his tears which threatened to spill and biting his bottom lip to stifle his sobs.
 
Len let go of Orli’s member and turned to face him. He slowly stood up from the bed and keeping his eyes on his prize, undid the button, then the zipper of his pants.  He swiftly pushed his pants down to his ankles, kicked one leg free of them, and crawled back onto the bed next to Orlando again. He placed both hands to the young actor’s chest, slid them up to his shoulders and slowly guided him backwards to lay down on his back.  Sorrow and grief clutched Orlando’s heart as he allowed himself to be directed down onto the bed on his back, straightening out his long legs as his back came in contact with the mattress.  He kept his eyes shut tight even when he felt his legs being coaxed open and soon after the man’s finger at his entrance. 
 
Len slipped his arm under Orli’s right knee and pulled it upwards bending it at the knee to open him further.  Orlando stiffened and grit his teeth against a small cry as Len’s unlubricated finger breached his entrance.  He gasped though when a second finger was added.  It burned like hell without some kind of oil to ease the way.  Len shushed him reassuringly as he slowly stroked and stretched the silken depths of Orli’s channel relishing in the tight heat clamping down involuntarily against his fingers.  A few moments later, Len worked his digits in further searching and finding the young actor’s prostate.  He grinned to himself and caressed it lightly.  Orlando moaned despite himself and jerked against the unwanted pleasure.  He’d agreed to cooperate for the man, but that didn’t mean he wanted to get aroused.
 
“Easy. You said you’d do this so just relax.” Len reminded him. He placed his free hand to Orli’s cheek petting softly. “C’mon, look at me.” He encouraged as he continued his assault on the bundle of nerves located deep within the younger man’s body.
 
Orlando forced himself to open his eyes and look up at his rapist. Bitter tears ran down his temples and disappeared into his hair line.
 
Len felt his cock stir when he saw the dark brown eyes meet his.  “Good boy.” He purred as he withdrew his fingers then entered the tight heat again adding a third.
 
Orlando winced and went to turn his head away.
 
“No!” Len snapped at his captive. “Keep your eyes on me.  I want to see you as I take you. Watch you come.”
 
Orli slowly shifted his head back and slid his gaze up to Len again.  It was bad enough he had to willingly endure the man’s ministrations but having to maintain eye contact with his abuser humiliated him severely and it didn’t appear to bother Len that he was crying.
 
Locking his eyes with Orlando’s, Len slowly removed his fingers and guided his hard shaft to the opening.  With one forced shove he impaled himself deep within the silken heat.  Orlando cried out from the pain.  Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped the sheets in his fists, knuckles white, as his passage spasmed against the brutal intrusion.  He tried to will his body to relax but the scant preparation and the lack of lube caused too much agony and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t relax.
 
Len moaned at the shear bliss of the tight heat clamping down on his member and instantly snapped his hips forward burying himself balls deep into the body beneath him.
 
Orli hissed at the burning pain and instinctively tried to shy away from it but Len grasped him by the hips and stilled him. “Orlando!” he commanded.
 
Panting, Orlando automatically forced himself to again look up at the man.  A sheen of sweat broke out all over him as he struggled quietly through the pain.
 
Len placed a hand to Orli’s cheek, petting soothingly. “That’s better.” He growled with a satisfied smirk as he slowly started to pump himself in and out of the young man’s body.
 
Orlando groaned against the pain as Len rode him hard.
 
 Len had started out slowly but as he felt his climax building, he started pounding into the resisting passage at a rough, rapid pace. “My god you are so tight, so beautiful.” He groaned hoarsely then dipped down and caught Orlando’s lips in a brutal kiss.  He growled disapprovingly when the young actor didn’t return it.  He shifted his stance slightly so that his cock grazed over Orli’s sweet spot causing Orli to gasp at the sudden bolt of pleasure that shot through him. He then took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into the hot, wet cavern exploring it deeply before shifting his lips down to the soft skin of the young man’s throat, sucking and nipping.
 
Regardless of how much he didn’t want it, Orlando felt himself harden as his prostrate was struck repeatedly.  He whimpered bitterly at his body’s intimate reaction and then started when Len’s hand curled around his erection and jerked it in time to his thrusts. Shame flooded over him as he felt the heat stir low in his belly and it wasn’t long before he cried out and came, his body trembling as his seed spilled over the very skilled fist on his cock.
 
Len moaned as Orlando’s muscles contracted around his shaft and after three more  thrusts, he buried himself deep in the passage just before his orgasm took him over the edge and he emptied himself into Orli’s body.   He collapsed against the young Brit panting and sweating.
 
Orlando lay still under the oppressive weight just wishing for the large man to get off him.  Tears rolled freely down his face into his sweat dampened hair as he let his mind drift to Viggo remembering the man’s smile, his laugh, and most of all his affectionate touches.  He had no idea whether he’d see his lover again or if he was lucky enough to be let go, whether the older man would want him now that he’d been used by these men.  He choked back a sob and bit his lip to prevent it from escaping him.  Len getting up off him broke him from his thoughts and he flinched when the man’s cock slipped from his body.  As soon as he looked up at his assailant’s face, the man dipped down and caught his lips in a hard kiss.  When Len tried to deepen the kiss Orlando didn’t respond and soon the man on top of him pulled back and looked down at him smiling. “You are a sultry fuck aren’t you.” He growled as he shifted back off the bed and stood up. 
As soon as Len was off him, Orlando rolled onto his side, drew his knees up to his chest, and buried his face in the blankets.  He struggled to keep his sobs at bay at least until the man left him alone.
 
“I could get very used to using you.” Len stated as he hitched his pants back up around his waist and buckled his belt. “Gonna enjoy you again I promise you that.  That sweet tight ass of yours just asking to have me.”
 
Orlando shuddered at the harsh words and squeezed his eyes shut as tears continued to dampen his face.  He didn’t bother to look, but listened as the man’s pants zipped and then heavy foot steps headed towards the door.  He heard the door open, then close, and the bolt slid home.  Orli curled himself tighter into a ball and broke down sobbing hard, his hitched breaths the only noise in the room.