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Bleeding Soul	By : Jackee Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 5952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Thought I had abandoned this story, didn't you? ;) I had some of it written months ago, but I had yet to finish it... what can I say? Naruto fandom is so addictive that my muse wouldn't give me other inspiration than just Naruto stuff! ^^;

a big THANK YOU!!!! to everyone for their feedback!! :D

Warning for non-consentual sex (rape). Not so serious stuff in this chapter but if I know my perverted mind, it will only get worse...yay? XD

Part Two.

Kenneth Charles Johnson was a man that didn’t bring a lot of attention to himself. He was 46-years old, born and raised outside of New York, with blue eyes and very thin light brown hair that had started to recede. He was a bit overweight, but still had strong strong muscles after spending a few hours at his local gym every week. He worked as a computer engineer at a big company in the City and spent his weekends and holidays at his cabin in the silent and relaxing forest a few miles southwest of town. In other words, he was just like any other man. But things are not always as they seem.
Despite being fun and outgoing with people, Kenneth always kept to himself. He didn’t really feel the need to spend time with other people after work hours.
He had been very shy and lonely as a child, and hadn’t dared to ask a girl out on a date until he was 20 years old. The girl in question had just laughed at him and continued on her way. He got better luck after a few more years, when he was 28 he got his first girlfriend, Laura Becket, whom disappeared without a trace after a few months.
People would never think that anything was out of the ordinary with Johnson. No one knew that when he was 40, he’d fallen for a 19-years old girl in the City and deciding that she would get all his love and attention he’d started to send her letters, made phone calls and followed her around. The girl, Annie Kyle, never told anyone about the harassment, and thus no one knew what happened to her that cold, rainy evening in October, when she was last seen.
The same fate happened to a 16-year old boy a year later.
And no one had ever suspected Kenneth Johnson.

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Orlando winced as he slowly regained consciousness. His head hurt like hell, like it usually did when he suffered from hangovers. He didn’t remember going out partying the other night though. But then again, most of the times he was hung-over he didn’t remember most parts of the previous week at all.
He wanted to put a hand to his forehead to rub away the ache, but his arms didn’t want to obey him. He cracked open an eye and looked around him, then opened both of the chocolate orbs in surprise to find his arms handcuffed to the headboard above him. But that wasn’t his headboard. His was white wood, with a classic yet nifty design carved into it. This one was black bars, seemingly perfect for tying people up to. When did he buy a new bed? He frowned as he noticed that this wasn’t in his room.
The room was small and dark with no windows. The only source of light came from a small light bulb that hung from the ceiling. A metal door was placed on the other side of the room; the only thing that separated it from the bed was a small toilet and a sink placed by the foot-end of the bed. Orlando’s eyes travelled up to the ceiling, where he suddenly found himself staring at his own reflection in the mirror above his bed.
Shuddering with fear and repulsion of his surroundings, he slowly sat up on the bed. His head was spinning but he tried to ignore it in favour of his survival instincts, he had to get out of this place. He tried to pull his hands through the cuffs but to no avail. The metal wouldn’t budge and his wrists just ended up red and sore. He gritted his teeth in anger and was about to try again, when the door suddenly opened. Orlando watched with eyes wide with fear and anger as a man walked in, closing the door behind him with a bang. The man eyed him with a wicked-looking grin on his face. Orlando involuntary shuddered a bit under his gaze, he felt helpless with his hands useless behind his back but he wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Kenneth. I suppose next you’re going to ask why you’re here?”
Orlando just glared.
The slightly overweight man took a step closer to the bed and Orlando couldn’t help himself but to jump backwards to try and get away from him. “Don’t you fuckin’ try to get any closer!”
He cringed inwardly when he heard the panic in his own voice.
’Keep calm, Orlando… you need to have a clear head!’
Kenneth just chuckled at the sight and got onto the bed, only to have Orlando’s bare foot kick out towards his head. He blocked the kick with his strong arm before grabbing the offending foot and dragging it towards him, making Orlando fall down with a surprised yelp to lie on his back again. Holding one leg with his left hand and placing his knee over the younger man’s other leg to force it into submission, the thick fingers of his right hand slowly caressed their way up Orlando’s jeans until he reached the buttons, which he quickly undid. He let go of the legs in order to drag the jeans and boxers off of the handsome man before throwing them on the floor and grabbing the wildly kicking legs again to keep them from hitting their target. The hands roughly made their way up to Orlando’s thighs. Taking a hard grip on them and spread them wide to sit between them, he ignored the frantic screams and curses the other made as he leaned forward to claim Orlando’s mouth with his own.
Orlando screamed into his mouth as he tried to bite the tongue that was so close within reach of his teeth. Kenneth leaned back up into a sitting position as he smirked down at his captive. He reached behind into the back pocket of his pants to pull out something. Orlando’s eyes went even wider when he saw the slightly rusted but still sharp-looking blade come towards him, towards his groin. He held his breath, tensed up and prayed to whatever deity there was that the man wouldn’t do what it looked like he was about to do.
Satisfied with Orlando’s sudden submission, the man grinned and let the edge of the knife touch the fair skin, slowly drawing it upwards. The knife left a tingling sensation but it didn’t draw blood, and Orlando almost sighed with relief as it wasn’t placed by his crotch anymore. Instead, Kenneth cut off Orlando’s t-shirt so that the sweaty olive skin of his chest was revealed. Orlando closed his eyes in disgust as he felt the tip of the blade circling around one of his nipples while the man’s mouth descended upon the other one, biting and licking it.
He couldn’t hold back a sob as he tried to make his voice work.
“I-- I can give you money… I’ll give you everything you want, just let me go home…”
“Everything I want?” Kenneth chuckled before biting down rather harshly on the nipple.
Orlando was on the edge of panic.
“Cars, houses… I swear I’ll get you anything you want and I won’t press charges, just let go of me!”
Kenneth leaned back to look down him, and Orlando let out a held-in breath of relief.
“Now… The thing is, Orlando…” Oh man, Orlando didn’t like the wicked sound of his voice. “I don’t want your money, or a brand new car, or even a fancy house. What I want…” He felt the knife lightly be dragged down his body towards his groin again. “…is your lovely little ass willing and ready for my cock, to hear you beg for me to take you hard.”
Orlando wasn’t on the edge of panic anymore. He had long since passed that line. It wasn’t even a line anymore, but a small dot on the horizon, fading away with every frantic breath.
He screamed in fury and tried to kick the man again, but the man had the advantage of a cool head and easily kept the younger man immobile with his weight. Kenneth let his eyes greedily roam over the actor’s body as he writhed on the bed but it didn’t take long before he got bored.
Orlando saw something glint before his eyes for a short moment, then stilled as he felt a strange sort of pain on his left bicep. Kenneth held the knife in front of Orlando’s face as the younger turned his head to look down at the wound on his arm, shallow but still enough for it to bleed.
“Next time I’ll find a more… sensitive place to cut you.”
Orlando had no doubt that the man would hold true to his word, and he didn’t particularly feel like getting castrated. Despite his mind screaming at him to fight, his body lay motionless as Kenneth resumed licking and kissing him.

A hot mouth on his nipple, a tongue twirling around it, a sharp bite, fingers cruelly pinching the other one, the mouth travelling down his body to lick at his flat stomach and slender hips. None of this could bring the brunette to move.
But he couldn’t hold back a gasp as Kenneth suddenly took him inside his mouth. His hips bucked automatically up to get more of the sweet sensation and Kenneth grinned with a twisted gleam in his eyes as he let his teeth scrape against the sensitive head.
Placing the blade against the testicles as a warning, he started to jack Orlando off in a quick speed with his other hand, still keeping the semi-purple head in his mouth, forcing it to an erection. Orlando held back a frustrated sob. His body betrayed him, he felt the need to come but he didn’t want to.
Kenneth licked him before leaning back a bit, but his hand continued to pump the hard shaft.
“How many guys have fucked you, Orlando?” When he got no answer, he squeezed the shaft so hard that Orlando cried out in pain. “Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me.”
“None… I haven’t fucked with any guys!”
Kenneth tilted his head to the side, “I find that very hard to believe. Such a pretty young thing like yourself… That no man has ever simply bent you over and fucked your brains out really is beyond me. But I’m glad that I’m to be the first one to enter you, it really is an honour. I wonder how tight you are…”
With that, his hand stopped pumping Orlando’s dick. He smeared a bit of the pre-come over his fingers then let the digits slowly move down until they reached the small hole. The index finger worked itself in, and Kenneth smirked at the way Orlando grimaced.
“Very tight indeed, I will have to stretch you quite a bit before I fuck you or else you will break. We can’t have that, now can we?” He chuckled a bit before leaning down over Orlando’s face. “But don’t worry, my pet. Tonight we’re just gonna get acquainted with each other.”
With that, he kissed him, forcing his tongue into the others mouth and pressed the knife against his skin as a reminder as to not fight back. Orlando let the man kiss him, resisting the urge to throw up as Kenneth’s tongue mimicked the way the finger inside of him moved.
The digit removed itself with a stinging pain as the hand resumed its previous task of jerking Orlando off. Kenneth leaned back to watch the wonderful display in front of him. It took a while, but finally he forced Orlando to the point where the boy writhed on the bed in ecstasy, so close to reaching climax. That’s when he stopped.
Orlando frowned at the sudden halt and opened his eyes, which he just discovered were closed, to look at his captor. The man sat over his hips, his jeans unbuttoned and showing off his large erection. He touched himself, and seeing the wide shaft jump in response to the touches made Orlando sick all over again.
“Like what you see, pet?” Kenneth mocked.
He started pumping himself, and it didn’t take long before he was ready to explode. Leaning down a bit he aligned his dick with Orlando’s, and grabbing them both in his large hands he started to pump them both. Gasping at the sensation of skin touching skin, Orlando couldn’t help but to buck up to get more of it. Kenneth grunted as his hips jerked back and forth, increasing the speed as he and Orlando fucked his hand.
Orlando came first, his face scrunching up in a grimace as he forced himself to keep quiet as he spurted all over himself. Kenneth wasn’t late to join him, moving up slightly so that his seed landed on the other’s face.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He let his fingers stroke Orlando’s face, gathering the semen as he did so. He placed the digits in front of Orlando’s mouth, watching expectantly. When Orlando only looked disgusted and had no intention to do what Kenneth had in mind, the man simply had to remind him of the knife again.
Orlando cautionly raised his head and stuck his tongue out to lick at one of the fingers. The sticky liquid was bitter and salty and he didn’t like it one bit, but as soon as he leaned away the man showed the fingers in his mouth, forcing him to clean them off.
“You’ve made quite a mess; I can’t leave you dirty like that.”
He gathered as much of his and Orlando’s semen on his fingers and forced the younger man to lick them clean, over and over again until most of it was gone or dried to his skin.
Kenneth leaned down and kissed him before getting off the bed, tucking himself back into his jeans and buttoning them as he left the room.
Orlando looked up to watch himself in the mirror and before he knew what happened he burst out in frustrated tears.

tbc..
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