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Drive Me to Newfoundland	By : writearts2 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1979 -:- 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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As he cemented his threatening stare against Orlando Eric made sure he remained silent long enough to make the air supremely tense. By now Orlando’s special need flooded the room and nearly coated Eric’s expensive Italian loafers in sultry, volcanic excess. The daredevil smelled his prey’s urgent lust. Simply glorious. Orlando adored being controlled. Eric loved control. Nothing better than a perfect match, much like Eric and his well-deserved reputation.

The seconds ticked by then Eric’s gruff voice captured the threat of raw, hard pain. He loved how Orlando twitched in sexy surprise. "Look, don’t lie to me, Orlando. Liars make me sick. Yeah, ya know, I need to punish liars until they beg for mercy. Matter of fact I feel the need to punish them until they finally forget how to beg."

That alarming notion sounded peachy with Orlando but he didn’t think it professional to call himself a liar, especially when he wasn’t lying. Instead the out of his depth designer maintained his drunken innocence. "Eric, truly, I’m not lying! I thought every last photo made you look absolutely perfect!" Orlando’s tattered common sense edited out the drooling phrase "because you are absolutely perfect!"

Wow, this scenario stroked Eric’s senses to the fours winds and back again. Time to really escalate the action. Without warning Eric abruptly rose, leaned close and filled his strong left hand with Orlando’s red shirtfront. The drastic move yanked a wide-eyed Orlando up from his chair. Noses almost slammed together. "You are a cunning liar!"

"No, Eric, I am not lying!" Deep inside Orlando frantically prayed that Eric hit him again. And again, again, again.

As he shook Orlando’s limp body Eric’s right hand grasped Orlando’s G&T, raised the glass to Orlando’s lips and forced the remaining liquid into Orlando’s mouth. Orlando willingly choked back the stinging brew and whimpered in acceptance. Two thin, wet trails trickled down his chin; Eric quickly licked each streamlet before they dove off Orlando’s jaw. The empty glass crashed against the tray then Eric swept the tray to the floor, hauled Orlando up and slammed him, ass first, onto the sturdy table. Orlando bounced back and felt his head bang the unyielding surface. Ouch! A stern finger focused on Orlando’s petite nose. "You move and you’ll regret it. Understand? Are your ears working now?" Orlando’s glasses were plucked from his nose’s bridge and carefully placed on a side table.

A panting in terrible excitement Orlando merely nodded in submissive awe. To emphasize his point Eric shook his finger in confirmation then he turned and pressed the intercom. "Viggo, I need your help. Bring the comfortable clamps."

As he stared at the intercom Viggo slammed down his pen and cursed. Fuck, he knew that little tart spelled trouble! Despite his jealousy Viggo obediently fetched the clamps and slid them into his briefcase. Calm down already. Viggo already knew how much Eric liked baiting him.

Eric whirled back toward Orlando and barked out an order. "Sit up."

Orlando obeyed with drunken haste and nearly pitched off the table. As he swallowed back another merry laugh Eric maneuvered Orlando’s slim arms and stripped the silk jacket from his body. Orlando’s tie, an expensive designer treat from a Soho boutique, followed his jacket onto the chair he once squirmed in.

Sexual triumph filled Eric’s soul. Mmm, yeah, this divine confection would taste as fine as any conquest. As he fixed his dark, threatening gaze to Orlando’s Eric danced his fingers along Orlando’s taut, silk-clad ribs. "So, Orlando, are you frightened of me?"

Orlando dreamily shook his head and parted his slack lips. "No."

"Good boy. Tell me, do you want me driving your young ass into this table’s fine grain until you merge with the wood?"

The designer couldn’t quite believe the question but he had a quick answer. "Oh yes, God, yes, Eric, you can drive my ass right up to Newfoundland!"

Eric’s smile bubbled free before he could crush it. No matter. "Perhaps in the future, pretty one. Right now I plan on using your tight ass as breathing polish. Sleek, malleable polish. Say you want me to use your ass to buff my table."

For a second Orlando wondered where the camera dwelled. He didn’t know it hid right above Eric’s left shoulder. "Eric, I’ve wanted you for years and if you want my unworthy ass as table polish then erm, do as you wish to me."

"Smart lad." Eric captured Orlando’s offered lips in a hard kiss. Yeah, those soft, gin-wet lips tasted ripely willing, mmmm, Eric savored his conquest’s sweet acceptance. Since Eric wanted Orlando kept off emotional balance he applied four fast, light slaps against Orlando’s right cheek. Orlando whimpered and smiled like he’d been offered free Internet access for life.

Yeah, Eric wondered what bountiful God shone his or hers grace upon him. This beauty understood control.

When the door snicked open Eric turned and grinned in greeting. "Ah, Viggo, what do you think of our visiting creative director?"

"I think whatever power created his sleek, golden flesh made a stunning design decision. He’s magnificent." After he finished admiring Orlando’s slap-flushed cheeks Viggo reached into his briefcase and held up two leather coated clamps complimented with shiny chains and emerald velvet-padded cuffs. "At 10 and 2, Eric?"

"Please." Eric watched Viggo swiftly adhere the clamps against the table’s edge then he tested the give and ceremoniously arranged them on the table. Once they sat ready Eric casually ripped open Orlando’s red silk shirt. His judgmental gaze was rewarded with a delicious expanse of golden, taut flesh decorated by fulsome dark nipples. Yeah, definitely gold-medal worthy. "Lay back, my beauty."

Orlando languidly sank back to the table and let Viggo’s decisive fingers snap his wrists into the padded cuffs. Everything felt coated in pristine white gauze, all except for that sharp burnt umber gaze admiring his body. He rolled his head against the table and moaned in need. "What are you waiting for, Eric?"

A crueler slap across Orlando’s lips answered his impertinent question. "What the hell did you call me?"

Ooohhh. "Master. Lord, master and fuck me to death king of the entire world."

Although it ruined his act Eric couldn’t halt his husky laughter. "Well put, creative one, yeah, I appreciate your word flair. Now prepare to become warm, breathing polish." Eric shrugged off his midnight blue linen jacket and flexed his broad chest against his crisp white shirt. Now for the revelation. One button, two, three, four submitted to Eric’s fingers then the millionaire slid the expensive silk trousers, hmm, the designer had good taste, down to Orlando’s bony knees. Ahh, look, someone’s erection strained against a skimpy thong. Eric’s fingers dismissed the thin material and let Orlando’s cock soar free. Yeah, the long, graceful, weapon was complimented by swaying balls tense with desire. Sweet. Nothing like a lithe, willing beauty to brighten the boardroom decor.

Eric paused in his work and admired the bountiful tableau sprawled on his table. There was something about a handsome man lying helpless on a table clad in a ripped, red silk shirt and half-masted trousers that, well, made Eric’s day. Possibly his week. Hell, if this beauty proved as capable as he looked then he’d make Eric’s month.

Out in his office Sean blinked at the small screen, rose, locked his door and settled back with his own trousers at knee level. Oh yeah, he loved his job. He loved his boss. Best of all he loved his generous, six-figure salary. Not bad at all.

Since he was a profound egotist Eric made sure Orlando watched him undo his trousers. That didn’t appear to be a problem since that wide, honey-dark gaze fixed on Eric in total fascination. How correct! Eric slid his trousers down his narrow hips then he peeled his red silk boxers away from his flesh. His cardinal rule; never constrict the meaty boys. Always let them swing free.

Orlando whimpered again and ran his gin-tingled tongue over his eager lips. Eric arched his right brow. "Care for a taste, Orlando?"

"Please, master, let me give you the finest tongue bath known to humankind." The near to fainting Orlando wanted to complete his fantasy before passing out. Fuckin’ please, he prayed he didn’t pass out although if Eric wanted to perform interesting acts against Orlando’s unaware body then so be it. As long as Orlando didn’t wake up naked on a Fire Island beach with the sign "Free to a Rough Home" chained around his cock it was all good. Please, Orlando didn’t spread for just anyone!

Orlando’s respectful words brought a triumphant smile to Eric’s lips. Feeling confident he easily hefted himself onto the table like a gymnast gracefully mounting the pommel horse then he slowly, deliberately slithered his firm thighs against Orlando’s body and tapped his cock up that narrow torso. Wow, the boy flesh felt arousingly hot and bothered. Once he reached Orlando’s lightly-sweating head Eric sampled those tempting lips again then he splayed his knees against Orlando’s slight shoulders and swayed his stiffening cock at Orlando’s begging for man flesh lips.

As he watched the brilliant display Viggo cocked his head in mock, all right, fuck, dead real jealousy and leaned over Orlando’s head. He aggressively pressed his lips to Eric’s. Eric merged his flesh against Viggo’s lips just as he teased his swollen cock against Orlando’s open lips. "Ah, Viggo, I love it when you pout."

"This seductive boy gives me reason but I understand his supreme allure." As he kissed Eric again Viggo’s fingers strayed down and pinched a tense nipple. He fantasized how he could snatch just a few minutes alone with the trussed-up beauty. Shit, yelling fire just wouldn’t cut it.

Mmm, nice. An ecstatic Orlando tuned out the conversation above him and indolently ran his tongue around Eric’s thick cock. Wow, even tastier than he ever imagined. Experience, confidence, and potency tickled Orlando’s questing tongue. OK, shit, yeah he was drunk but the designer swore he experienced those sensations. He’d swear to it before a damned Grand Jury. Another bizarre hallucination of Orlando standing naked before black-robed judges gleefully dashed through his brain and merged with this insane reality. Orlando smiled and abruptly tried swallowing Eric’s erect cock right into his stomach.

Huh? Orlando’s new toy abruptly yanked from his confused lips. What the fuck? Another stern slap hit his right cheek. "Are you trying to make me come, Orlando? Is that your clever plan? The little designer wants to eat me whole?"

"Yes, master, I want to make you come!"

Eric slowly shook his head in mock fury. "Viggo, listen to this wicked boy! I come when I want to come, you brat. Do you understand me? You need a true lesson in self-control, Orlando."

Viggo sat near Orlando’s head and happily spread wavy hair strands against the shining table. "He does indeed, Eric. May I watch the lesson?"

"Yes, Viggo, watch the master at work. Perhaps you’ll learn something new again; God knows you need inspiration. Lately I swear you like to watch more than act. You’re becoming a voyeur, darling, a tawdry spectator in rough sex’s grand march. It’s not a pretty thing. You know I don’t appreciate mere deviant spectators."

At hearing the insult Viggo stiffened in annoyance but he made sure his smile remained warm. Yeah, shit, Eric sailed into the prime egotistical asshole ocean. Someday Viggo was gonna break down and beat his overbearing boss senseless. Someday. Yeah, right, like never but still, fuck Eric and his iron-clad ego.

Eric relaxed his thighs, lightly rested his muscular ass on Orlando’s tight stomach and stroked his cock between the designer’s dark aureole. His stiff cock’s weeping tip creating a glistening trail between the happy nipples.

Orlando whimpered in joy and pressed his chest up against Eric’s cock. "Stop teasing me, master. You know what I want!"

A knowing smile curved Eric’s lips. "Tell me."

The drunken designer chanted in penitent worship. "Stretch me wide open, yeah, fill me until I scream for ultimate mercy. Make me yours, master. Conquer me, devour me, recreate me. Drive me mad. Stuff me senseless with your cum. Make me into polish."

"Is that all you want from me? Very well, let’s see what I can do for you." Eric rolled back, settled his feet back to the floor then he slid his hands under Orlando’s slim ass and revealed a tight yet willing opening. Yeah, nothing like a puckered, winking like a slut opening waiting to be conquered by his expert cock. He glanced at his watching lover and decided to let him participate. "Viggo, what lube would you recommend for this supple, young vine?"

A mesmerized Viggo managed to look away from Orlando’s panting lips. "Erm, well, I think this sleek kitten will enjoy the Egyptian spiced lube’s potent kick."

"Good idea. Care to fetch it for me?" Suddenly Eric didn’t appreciate how the usually loyal Viggo ogled his young conquest. Not at all. What, did Viggo think Orlando more desirable than Eric? Could that be possible? Had seeing this lithe tempter’s succulent flesh made Viggo turn traitor to Eric’s superior maleness?

A black cloud infected Eric’s lust before he banished it away. Yeah, fuck, someone’s bonus wasn’t going to be as generous as last year’s. Petty but true. He didn’t appreciate his lover’s traitorous lust. No, fuck, Eric wouldn’t tolerate it.

In punishment when Viggo offered Eric the lube Eric tossed his curly hair and cocked his chin at his heavy cock. "I’ll grant you the honor of preparing me."

As he stroked Eric’s cock the sulking Viggo refrained from digging his manicured nails into Eric’s thick club. Asshole. Prick.

After Viggo skillfully stroked the lube against Eric’s flesh Eric moaned in appreciation. Viggo did have his uses. "Ready, Orlando?"

The drunk with gin and pleasure Orlando purred in wanton acceptance. "Pleaseeee…"

Instead of seeking shelter in Orlando’s depths Eric teased his trembling cock around Orlando’s tight asshole. His wet tip explored against the clenching flesh. Little pulses darted against his own hard flesh. Wow, how did Orlando manage to flex his asshole so hard? All right, even Eric couldn’t stand the anticipation. "Ready or not, beauty, here I come." Eric swayed in, slowly, slowly, slowly. Mmm, feeling boy flesh yielding to his mastery felt so superb.

Now for the true test. Eric drew back with equal slowness then he simply relaxed and waited.

What the hell? Orlando squirmed down in need and tried capturing Eric’s cock deep inside him. "More! Master, what, I mean, please, more! What are you doing to me? I want to please you so much!"

Eric grinned and gave this yearning beauty what he wanted, mmm, he swiftly burrowed his cock right up to his happy balls. Yeah, his thick cock fit into this eager boy flesh in perfect sexual unison. The millionaire knew he’d enjoy fucking Orlando’s sweet body for long, sweaty hours. What the fuck, Eric could cancel his 4:00 appointment. Plowing this smooth, willing flesh proved far more important and, admit it, far more fun than picking colors for his new line of arctic parkas.

When Eric fully entered him Orlando clamped his ass muscles around that thick cock and took Eric prisoner. He pulsed, twisted his body and gasped in joy. The designer flung all his muscles against that perfect cock and clung like a needy addict. No, Eric wouldn’t forget Orlando, not if Orlando could prove his sexual worth. As he bounced his ass up and down against the table Orlando imagined his ass muscles as ten-foot long vice grips. Yeah. He’d never release all that wonderful cock.

Viggo lunged down and kissed those sucking at the air lips. He didn’t care if he angered Eric, he needed to taste Orlando’s sweetness right that second.

Holy crap, that amazing assault proved unexpected but definitely stimulating. Eric groaned in what he considered one helluva a compliment to Orlando’s deadly sexual skills. Then his eyes refocused on…what the fuck was Viggo doing? The millionaire’s already frayed annoyance acted childish. Yeah, enough was enough. Since Orlando pleased him so completely Eric decided to pop the question. "Do you have plans for this weekend, Orlando?"

Wait, what… now that Viggo’s lips left him alone Orlando blinked and tried focusing on Eric’s appraising eyes. "Not really." And even if he did have plans they’d be dead and buried.

"Have you ever been to Newfoundland? I found your analogy amusing."

"No, never been there." Orlando thought simple answers felt safe. Concentrating on mauling Eric’s cock consumed his remaining coherency.

Eric rose up on his tiptoes and began smacking Orlando’s ass against the table. Jesus, this beauty’s ass muscles gripped his cock like the Jaws of Life. "Nggh, erm, my plane will be ready on Friday. Care to checkaah, unngh, out a really lovely, remote fishing village with me?"

The near to exploding with desire Orlando smiled before he licked his lower lip. "Will you impale me again, master?"

"Absolutely. Consider yourself a great white whale suitable for impaling. That is if you ever let me go. Fuck, do you have a bear trap in there?"

Orlando giggled and slowly released his death grip, he ending with rippling little pulses. Yes! He’d succeeded!

As Eric regained control and thrust into Orlando’s willing warmth again he smiled at the staring in shock Viggo. "Viggo, why don’t you visit your mother and chat about needlepoint?"

Viggo glowered in jealous annoyance and reconsidered beating Eric into a pulp. Shit, he hated people knowing about his needlepoint skills.

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Orlando almost screamed in sleepy astonishment. Fuck.

He blinked against the darkness in his bedroom then his fingers released his already wet with cum cock. Geeze, talk about a vivid wet dream!

Could Orlando make the delicious dream into hot, wet reality? Sudden inspiration rampaged through his mind. The naked designer rolled from his warm bed and almost ran to his computer. Once Orlando accessed his company’s intranet he opened the files for tomorrow’s presentation.

A huge smile appeared on Orlando’s sleep-tinged face. Ah yes, first step. Orlando added that interesting exclamation point. He snickered and made the punctuation big, bold and red like a swollen, love-ready cock.

Perfect.
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