Without A Trace

Chapter Nine Preparation

Chapter 9      Preparation
 
 
Sleep had eluded Orlando all night again and, even though it was now midday, he hadn’t even managed to doze. Every time he heard a noise outside the bedroom door, he jolted to full awareness afraid that the two men were going to pay him a visit.  With some relief he finally heard his kidnappers retire just as dawn was breaking but the welcomed silence that followed still didn’t help him get any rest. The agony of his body played a deciding factor as to whether he’d rest or not. It opted for the latter. The bleeding he’d had right after Len had taken him the last time had stopped, but pain coursed through his backside and abdomen every time he tried to shift position and he cringed against it biting his lips to suppress his moans of discomfort.  He didn’t want Len or Denver to hear a sound from him and was sure that if they heard even one peep from him they’d be in the room in short order.  And if they came in, he was positive that Len would give him something more to moan about. He drew in a shaky breath and tried to relax his sore and aching body but as soon as he felt he had it mastered, the searing agony shot through him with renewed intensity and he bristled again.  Orli whimpered in frustration and squeezed his eyes shut to fight the bitter tears from starting.  An all too familiar reaction with him lately.
 
The kidnappers were now up again, judging by the rustles he heard coming from various rooms of the cabin, but neither had bothered to even bring Orlando anything to drink.  His throat was so uncomfortably dry he almost choked every time he swallowed. Apparently, he was not even worth the effort to be given a glass of water. The only thing he was good enough for was to shut up and be ready for Len and Denver so they could gratify their sexual needs. The purpose of a true whore, Orlando told himself with repugnance.  He let out a deep sigh.
 
He shifted his gaze to the far side of the room absently taking in the plaster covered walls. It was then Orli heard the bolt on the opposite side of the door slide back with a distinctive click.
 
Len entered the room and softly shut the door behind himself.  He turned around and seeing a pair of brown apprehensive eyes looking at him, smiled warmly.
 
Orlando swallowed hard but didn’t move.  He let his gaze fall to his abductor’s hand and rest on the pair of handcuffs clutched there.
 
Len walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress right next to Orli’s head. He studied him for a moment in quiet countenance. “You are beautiful.” he complimented, brought his hand up to Orlando’s face and gently ran his thumb over the young Brit’s eyebrow, following the natural arch. “Do you know that, Orlando? Do you truly realize just how much of a temptation you are? To have control over such beauty.” He mused, then locked eyes with his captive. “I get hard just thinking about seeing you all wanton and submissive under me.”
 
Orlando laid still and allowed Len’s petting. He returned the gaze, sorrow evident in his brown depths.
 
Len shifted his hand to the actor’s scalp and combed his fingers through the riot of chestnut curls. “I never tire looking at you.” He breathed. “I could keep you. Take you out of the country.  Somewhere remote where no one would know you.”
 
Tears formed in Orlando’s eyes as he listened to Len’s threats.  He couldn’t take the chance that his rapist’s comments were idle thoughts. The man’s increased breathing indicated his growing excitement and it made Orli nervous. “You said you were going to let me go.” He whispered, his voice wavering. Fear started to creep into his soul and wrap itself around his heart.
 
Len gave him a smirk, not gracing him with his rotting, missing teeth. “I said that, didn’t I.” he taunted as he let his hand seductively trail down to caress Orli’s cheek, his throat and finally his arm. “Now what could you possibly do if I changed my mind, hmmm?”
 
Orlando swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut against the looming figure beside him. He drew in a shuddered whimper but didn’t reply. He silently started to pray.
 
Len felt the boy start to tremble under his touch. “Don’t fear little slut. You’ll be going home as much as I regret letting you go. Mortensen would hunt for you to the ends of the earth and not rest until he found you if I changed my mind and took you with me.” He remarked, then added bitterly as he unconsciously squeezed Orli’s forearm hard. “Can’t fault him for that.”
 
Orlando winced against the grip on his arm but didn’t pull away.
 
“I do have a favor to ask of you.” Len glanced down at his prisoner nonchalantly. “A sweet favor to seal the deal, but that can wait. Right now I think you need to get cleaned up. Mortensen would go wild with rage if I sent you back to him reeking of sex, the scent of me, and all the glorious times we’ve had. So-“ he hesitated as he brought the handcuffs up and locked them to the unresisting slender wrists. “I think you should have a bath.”  He slid his hand to the back of Orlando’s neck, got to his feet, and motioned the actor to get to his knees.
 
Orli hesitated at first, but when the grip on his neck increased, he slowly shifted up to his knees and sat back on his heels, making sure to pull the sheet up over his genitals to conceal himself from Len’s wandering lustful eyes.
 
With no warning, Len swiftly leaned over and roughly pressed his mouth to Orlando’s, his tongue snaking out to pry against the quivering lips.
 
Orlando gave a startled whine and tried to pull back but the hand on the back of his neck squeezed hard in firm reprimand.  He stilled again and clenched his teeth when he felt the warm wet muscle tracing his lips demanding access.
 
Len slid his hand up to curl tightly into the actor’s hair, again twisting a subtle warning. Orli drew a sharp breath but obediently opened his mouth to allow Len’s tongue inside.
 
Len grinned inwardly as he plundered the moist hot cavern thoroughly, relishing the sweet compliance of his hostage.  Satisfied that he let Orli know who was in charge, he pulled back from the kiss with a caressing nip to Orlando’s bottom lip. “Too bad I can’t keep you.” He purred as he let go of the actor’s hair and stroked it lovingly. 
 
Orlando looked up at him with uncertainty but didn’t speak.
 
Len returned the look unaffected by the Brit’s obvious fear.  He again placed his hand to the nape of Orli’s neck fondling gently and then roughly urged him to get up. “It’s best you bathe. Get nice and clean for your lover. I’m sure Mortensen will appreciate it.”
 
Orlando tentatively shifted and got up from the bed.  He went to draw the sheet around his waist to cover his nakedness but Len grabbed it and ripped it from his grasp.
 
“Don’t spoil my view, Orlando.” He rasped as he tossed the sheet back onto the bed. “I want to see that lovely body of yours.” With a sneer, he let his eyes sweep over the lithe form then he gruffly guided Orli to the door and out into the hallway.
 
Orlando allowed himself to be led out of the bedroom.
 
Once out of the bedroom, Len clasped Orlando by the upper arm and started to lead him down the short hallway to the last room to their left. They both saw Denver was waiting there, off to the side of the closed door and Orli guessed it was the bathroom.
 
Orlando tried to take in as much of his surroundings as possible but dizziness from lack of food distracted him and he found he had to really concentrate just to remain upright and walk the short distance to the bathroom.  He was surprised at how physically weak he was and panic settled over him as he concluded that if Len truly decided to keep him, there’d be no way he’d be able to put up a fight.  No wonder he’d had no luck in the bedroom yesterday, he thought with bitter remorse.
 
Len pulled Orlando to a stop in front of Denver, who stood quietly studying their hostage with admiration and desire of his own. “Don’t interrupt us.” Len ordered his friend. “I’ll call you if I need you.”
 
Denver nodded, opened the door for them, watched as Len led Orlando into the room and then shut the door after them.
 
Now alone in the bathroom with Len, Orli started to tremble with apprehension. He stood just to the side of the old fashioned claw foot tub, which was full of water he noticed, and watched quietly as Len walked over to a nearby cabinet and grabbed a few towels down from the top shelf.
 
“All right sweetheart get into the tub.” Len instructed without looking at his captive.
 
Orlando swallowed hard and slowly shifted over to the edge of the tub.  He bent down and placed his cuffed hands to the tub edge for balance as he stepped into it.  The water was fairly hot and he grimaced as it engulfed his lower legs.  He ignored the slight stinging on his feet, ankles, and calves and carefully lowered him self into the water then sat down.
 
Len waited until the young actor settled into the water, then knelt down next to the tub and took a bar soap from a shelf that was situated above the taps.  He dipped a wash cloth into the water and proceeded to lather it, then held the sudsy cloth out to Orlando. “Wash yourself.” He ordered bluntly.
 
Orli looked at the cloth then at Len in disbelief. Wash himself? His hands were restrained, how could he do that?
 
“Just do what you can, I’ll do the rest.” Len explained flatly, answering Orli’s questioning look, and gave the cloth an impatient shake indicating for Orlando to take it.
 
Orlando slowly took the soapy cloth and started to run it over his chest and down the flat plane of his stomach, awkwardly trying to bathe within the limits of his bound wrists.
 
Len meanwhile, lathered another wash cloth and methodically started to scrub the actor’s back.
 
Orli managed to wash most of the front of his body except for his arms, which Len did without comment.
 
Once done, Len took the wash cloth from Orli wrung both cloths out and dropped them down beside the tub.  He reached across in front of the boy and took the shampoo from the shelving and set it on the floor next to himself. 
 
Orlando startled and resisted when Len put a finger under his chin and tried to guide his head back.
 
“Relax.” Len growled with annoyance. “Tip your head back so I can wash your hair.”
 
Orlando gave the kidnapper a wary glance then did as instructed, letting his head fall back until his brown curls brushed against the back of his shoulders.
 
Len cupped water from the tub in his hands and poured it over Orlando’s head repeatedly until he got the youth’s hair ample wet.  He then squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his palms and worked it into the damp curls until it lathered generously.
 
Orlando sat still and let Len shampoo his hair; his eyes squeezed shut against the suds.  For some reason he felt more vulnerable now then he ever did during his entire imprisonment with these men.  He flushed with humiliation as he felt Len’s hands softly massage his scalp.  Having his kidnapper perform this act for him made it feel like an invasion or violation of his privacy and personal space.
 
As he washed his captive’s hair, Len studied the vision in front of him and his cock stirred. The incredibly attractive face tipped back, exposing a silky smooth long neck, eyes closed with long dark lashes brushing against high cheek bones and shoulder length hair cascading down over the nape of the neck, weighted down into ringlets by the water, drove his desire to new levels.  He curbed his growing lust and continued to scrub Orli’s hair.  Time enough to have a go at the youth in a few minutes, he promised himself as he rinsed his hands in the tub water and proceeded to rinse the hair with a bucket of fresh water he’d brought into the room earlier for just this occasion.
 
Orlando gave a slight shudder as the warmer water from the bucket was trickled over his head. When the water quit coming, and he heard the bucket thump against the floor, he wiped his eyes free of stray soap and water before opening them and looking up at Len.
 
“There, nice and clean.” Len concluded as he took a towel from the floor beside him and draped it on top of Orli’s hair and scrubbed it dry. He finished that task and dropped the towel down onto the floor next to the damp wash cloths.
 
Assuming they were done, Orlando shifted and started to rise but Len placed a firm hand to his shoulder and urged him to sit back down. “Not yet.” Len whispered next to the young man’s ear. He pushed against the shoulder in his grip, easing Orli back so that he was resting against the back of the tub.  He then slowly moved his hand and let it drift down into the water between his captive’s legs.
 
Orlando watched in horror, let out a small cry of protest and shied away from the hand when it caressed against his flaccid member.
 
Len leaned closer to the attractive Brit and whispered a low warning into his ear. “Let me have you.”
 
Orlando gulped loud and gave a single reluctant nod but didn’t reply. His gaze never left the arm that disappeared between his legs below the surface of the now murky water.
 
Len smirked and curled his hand around Orlando’s cock and started to fondle the shaft tenderly. “Let go, Come for me. Let me see you come.” He breathed with sexual excitement.
 
Broken hearted, Orlando complied shifted down and leaned his head back against the back rim of the tub. His eyes fluttered shut and, although tense, he let his legs fall passively open to allow Len more room to molest him. At this point he didn’t want to do anything to risk his chances of being released, so he submitted to Len’s ministrations as much as it pained him to do it. A single tear escaped his lashes and trickled down his cheek.
 
Len ran his closed palm over the silken flesh of his hostage’s organ, marveling at the physical response he was getting from it. Although he couldn’t see below the water surface very well, he could feel the once flaccid member begin to harden and thicken in his grip.  Geez, this kid turned him on like nothing else. His own arousal stiffened more and his pants became uncomfortably tight. Careful not to distract the actor he quietly reached down to his own pants with his free hand and expertly pulled the zipper down easing the aching pressure on his cock.  He thumbed the fly button loose, pulled his member from it’s tight confines and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his attention back to studying the face in front of him.
 
Orlando was breathing hard in shallow shuddered breaths as he was cruelly draw toward climax by the hand working attentively on his cock, but he didn’t resist at all.  He bit his lips hard to stifle a moan when Len’s hand started to develop a more enticing rhythm  between his legs.  Slow firm strokes with a twist of the wrist towards the end of each pull was all that was going to be necessary to get the desired reaction Len was so looking forward to getting from his victim.
 
Len grinned when he saw Orlando’s expression change from apprehension to pure unadulterated arousal under his ministrations.  The little shit was finally going to give him a show, he mused as he continued his assault on the now completely erect shaft.  He grazed his thumb enticingly over the head and reveled in the actor’s reaction to the stimulation.
 
Orlando stiffened and gasped at Len’s assault.  The man was using every method he could think of to get Orli to writhe under his touches.  And it was working. He tried to suppress his responses reminding himself that this was against his will. That this was being forced on him as his only option if he wished to be let go.
 
Len felt Orlando stiffen, saw his brows furrow, obviously trying to resist the pleasure his touches were inciting.  He leaned over the edge of the tub and whispered encouragement into the youth’s ear. “Let go, for once don’t fight me. Give into it, let nature take her course. Give yourself to me totally, c’mon. This will be the last time I do this to you if you obey.”
 
Orlando whimpered and tried to adhere to his abuser’s wishes. He forced his mind to blank out and instead, concentrated merely on the pleasure the touches were giving him.
 
Len saw the fine features relax in ecstasy and pressed his lips to the side of Orli’s mouth. “Kiss me.” He murmured, his breath ghosting against the side of the youth’s face.
 
Orlando hesitantly turned his face towards Len and as soon as the man’s mouth with captured his, Orli opened up and returned the kiss passionately. He had refused to open his eyes knowing the image of the man next to him would cause him to again resist giving himself entirely over to Len and his touches. It was imperative he didn’t do that. Right now his freedom and his life depended on it.
 
Len moaned loudly as he was finally receiving what he’d been wanting for the last four days from this beauty in front of him. Complete and utter compliance. He sped his fondling on the cock under the water to encourage an even more erotic response from the young man, all the while trying to ignore the burning ache between his own legs. He reluctantly broke the kiss and watched as Orli developed a very peaceful expression as he advanced even closer to his peak of sexual completion. “Come for me, Orlando, let me have you willingly just this once.” He encouraged. “You’ll be going home soon, come on!”
 
As though Len’s urging words had the desired effect, Orlando shuddered, drew in a sharp breath and moaning loudly, stiffened and came hard. 
 
Len grinned as the cock in his hand pulsed with the release of Orli’s orgasm. He easily  felt the hot semen course over his clenched fist as it was warmer than the now cooling bath water. He continued to stroke the boy’s member milking him of every drop of his essence.  “Beautiful.” He murmured seductively.
 
Orlando trembled at the sudden oversensitivity of his flesh as Len continued to fondle him, but he didn’t recoil from the touches.  Without lifting his head from the back of the tub, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Len, his dark brown eyes revealing just how much it pained him to give himself over to the man willingly.
 
Len studied Orli’s expression for a mere second then with no comment, leaned forward and captured Orlando’s mouth in another bruising kiss.
 
Orlando once again opened obediently to the man’s persistent tongue when it lapped against the seam of his lips, and allowed it to snake in between his teeth and sweep against his own tongue exploring the inside of his mouth thoroughly. 
 
Len finally broke the kiss and sat back on his heels. He grinned genuinely pleased in his own sick and perverse way at Orli’s cooperation. “Oh, you are a sight.” He confessed with conviction. He reached over and stroked the actor’s hair with gentle caresses. “Now, I’d like you to do one more thing for me and then you’ll be going home, okay?”
 
Orlando swallowed hard and gave a hesitant nod. He let his eyes track Len as the man shifted and got to his feet.  He blanched visibly when he saw his abductor’s erection protruding boldly from the open zipper of his pants.
 
Len bent down and placed a hand securely to Orli’s bicep. “You’ll need to get out of the tub for this.” He explained as he guided Orlando to stand.
 
Orlando complied and permitted Len to help him out of the tub. Once he was safely standing on the bathmat he spoke with insecurity. “Please. I-I’m so sore…...” He tried to explain but his sobs prevented him from continuing.
 
Len smirked. “I’m not going to take you so don’t worry about it.”  He then ran his hand up to the actor’s shoulder and gently applied downward pressure indicating that he wanted the Brit to kneel down.
 
With an unsure glance up at his assaulter, Orli reluctantly shifted and kneeled down on the floor right in front of Len.  He knew what was coming next and choked back his whimpers as he watched Len start to stroke himself.
 
“I want you to suck me.” Len explained the inevitable as he quit masturbating.  He supported his cock in his loose grip and waited expectantly.
 
Orlando swallowed dryly, dropped his gaze to the floor in humiliation and with extreme reluctance, leaned forward and softly took his rapist’s engorged shaft into his mouth.  Tears stung his eyes and he stifled a soft sob.
 
Len groaned in satisfaction and let his eyes drift shut as moist delicious heat surrounded his aching arousal.  He placed a hand to the young man’s head fingering his damp curls.
 
Orlando forced his revulsion to the back of his mind and instead turned his attention to providing his kidnapper with as much pleasure he could possibly give.  He ran his tongue around the cock head then shifted forward and took more of the firm shaft into his mouth and partially down his throat, sucking, as he pressed his tongue to the sensitive vein underneath it.
 
Len gasped and firmly pushed Orli’s head forward urging himself deeper down the boy’s throat.
 
Orlando gagged and then retched violently against the girth as Len’s member slid deeper and pressed against the back of his throat.  As much as he wanted to, he didn’t dare put his hands to his assailant’s hips to prevent the thrusts.  He glanced up at Len pleadingly but Len was leaning back against the wall, his head tipped back with eyes closed and brows furrowed with concentration, his hand limply entwined in Orli’s hair. Orlando turned his attention back to the task at hand and stepped up his pace trying to bring the man to climax as quick as he could.
 
Len clutched the actor’s hair and gave a blunt jerk backwards. “Slow down.” He growled in a raspy voice.
 
The Brit obeyed instantly but didn’t relent on his technique. He silently hoped it would still be enough to get the man to orgasm quickly. Len broke his thoughts with a deep thrust that made him retch violently.  He tried to shy back but Len held him firmly by the hair as he rocked his hips back and forth in a lazy thrust. “Let me fuck your mouth.” He moaned with pleasure. Orlando relented and stilled letting Len do most of the work.  Each time the large endowment glanced off the back of his throat, Orli stifled his gags, so much so that tears streamed liberally down his cheeks. He made sure, however, to meet every thrust with a swirl of his tongue either around the cock head or to the large vein on it’s underside.
 
 Not long after he started, Len came with a deep growl and forced his cock as deep as he could into the unwilling mouth.  His come shot in copious large amounts down his captive’s throat.
 
Orlando retched violently, swallowed, and ripped himself free of Len’s vice like grip on his hair.  He sat back on his heels and gasped for air laboriously. He could hear Len panting above him in shallow rapid breaths as he recovered from his climax.  Moments later a hand brushed gently against the back of his neck and he cringed.
 
“Damn, you’re good, little slut.” Len grated in complete amazement as he fondled the damp curls idly. “Such a talented mouth.” He ran his hand along Orli’s jaw line then under his chin and tipped his head up so he could make eye contact with the Brit.
 
Orlando looked at up at him, the agony of what he’d just done showing clearly in the tearful chocolate depths. “Why do you call me that?” he inquired so quietly that Len barely heard him.
 
A leering grin spread across Len’s haggard features as he answered. “Because that’s what you were born to be.” He ran the back of his hand across Orli’s cheek in a loving caress. “Pure, sweet, temptation. That’s what you are.”
 
Orli carefully pulled back from the man’s touch and dropped his head in shame. He could feel his cheeks burn with shame. “I didn’t ask for this.” He whimpered.
 
Len ignored the actor’s discomfort and ran his hand through the chestnut curls. “Maybe you didn’t say it, but your body speaks volumes. You drip with seduction.” He explained. He took his hand away from Orlando’s hair and stepped to the side.
 
Orlando heard him moving about the room, rustling through cabinets and drawers, but stayed still and kept his eyes on the floor between his knees.  Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.
 
Len turned around from working over the sink and squatted down in front of his hostage.
 
Orlando nervously glanced up at him for a moment, then down at the floor again before it finally registered in his grief ridden mind that he’d seen the large man holding a rag in his hand and that he was keeping said hand at a healthy distance from himself. Orli’s eyes widened in absolute terror and he quickly looked up at Len again, then the rag. When he opened his mouth to inquire what the rag was for, Len swiftly brought the rag to his face and clamped it over his nose and mouth firmly while bracing him at the back of the neck with his other hand so he couldn’t move away.
 
Orlando drew a deep breath of surprise and shuddered. Suddenly his mouth was flooded with a strong metallic taste that burned his throat and stung his nose.  He brought his handcuffed hands up and clawed desperately at the hand that covered his face in a futile attempt to pull the rag away. He already felt his senses dim and his surroundings started to spin.
 
“Never mind, Orlando.” Len grunted with the effort to hold the struggling actor still and keep the rag in place. “Just gonna send you home.”