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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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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sorry for the long wait!! I’ve been thinking a lot about this fanfic, or rather, if I should switch Orlando with Jared Leto, who has once again become an obsession of mine. I know you all probably read this because of Orlando, so I should keep this story about him, but then again I’m becoming more and more addicted to Jared… oh, the hard choices one has to make! lol… Must think of another storyline where Jared gets some non-con lovin’. Or maybe I should try writing consentual stuff for once.
Gah, anyways here’s another chappie with the British lad. Let me know if you want more, and if so if you’d prefer Orli or Jared, who is so unbelievably pretty for his age… *pets his hair*
Also fixed the other chapters so they flow better.

Thanks for the reviews!!

Parth Three.

He didn’t even remember falling asleep. One minute he was crying, trying to rip his hands through he cuffs, almost dislocating both of his arms in the attempts, the next minute he opened his dry, itching eyes after a long sleep. His shoulder, where Kenneth had cut him, had been bandaged and, although Orlando didn’t know it, cleaned with a disinfectant. It took a moment for him to come to the realisation that his hands weren’t cuffed anymore. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his bright red wrists, checking around him to see if his watch was nearby; it was disturbing to not know whether it was day or night. He stood up on shaky legs, only then noticing a chain from the foot-end of the bed attached to his left ankle. Testing the length of it, he moved towards the door but only barely made it to the sink. The dirty walls were clear of mirrors, probably so that he wouldn’t be able to break it and use a sharp piece as a weapon. He also noticed that there was a shower about three meters away from the sink; he hadn’t seen it on his first scan of the room as it was in the very corner, and the light bulb didn’t offer much light. He wouldn’t be able to reach it with the damned chain on his leg though, and he snorted with dismay as Kenneth probably intended to wash him himself.
He backed a few steps to stand before the toilet and relieve himself. He glanced at the old sink as he was doing his business; there was a bar of soap, toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste lying on it with a small towel hanging from a blunt hook made of rubber on the side. He flushed the toilet and winced at the loud sound, sure that the noise would echo throughout the building. He washed his hands, face and body with the cold water, still feeling dried semen on him and wanting to be clean, then proceeded to brush his teeth and tongue; almost throwing up in his eagerness to get the disgusting taste from his mouth. Once he finished he observed the toothbrush, judging its ability to act as a weapon. With any luck, he probably could poke Kenneth in the eye with it. With a frustrated sigh he placed it back onto the sink and then turned to look for his clothes as his body started to freeze.
They were nowhere to be seen though. He went down on his knees to look under the bed, but failed to find a single piece of cloth. Although he did find his wrist watch!
He pulled it eagerly to him and watched the time as he put it loosely around his sore wrist. Two thirty pm. He should have been somewhere over the Atlantic by now. He wondered how long it would take his family and friends before they realised he was missing.
His body shuddered and he looked at the bed. The mattress was old but hard and unforgiving on his quite tender back (it still ached every now and then after the time he broke it, and it needed to be kept warm), the sheets had dried spots on them and the pillow smelled funny. But hanging over the other end, almost ready to fall down to the floor, was a blanket!
He wrapped it around himself. It was old, smelly and itchy beyond belief, but he needed to keep warm. He ignored the thought that it gave him the feeling of being sheltered and safe, it was so childish. He looked up at the ceiling towards the mirror above the bed. Perhaps if he could break it…
Removing the blanket for now, he stood on the bed, jumping to try and reach it, but the ceiling was higher than he’d had thought. He let out a frustrated growl as he sat down, the blanked once again wrapped around him, which made him look like a sulking child.
He startled when he heard the door open and watched wearily as Kenneth entered, unconsciously wrapping the blanket closer around him.
“Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?”
Orlando didn’t reply, he focused all his willpower on keeping a steady eye-contact, not daring to betray his real emotions.
“I thought you might be a little hungry, so I brought you something to eat.”
If it was more sperm, he’d rather starve.
Kenneth held up a small plastic plate with pieces of red apples and Orlando’s stomach made loud noises, betraying Orlando’s ignored hunger with its own selfish need to be fed. Kenneth knew what he wanted the young actor to do, but it would take time to get there. So for now he had to settle with standing before the young man and hold out a piece of apple in front of him. Orlando reached out a hand to take it, but Kenneth pulled it away.
“Eat from my hands, pet.”
Orlando’s cheeks were flushed with indignity; he wasn’t some damn animal!
“Then I won’t eat at all”, he said grumpily.
Kenneth shrugged and proceeded to eat the piece himself, keeping his eyes locked on Orlando’s the entire time. He raised another apple piece to his mouth, holding it there before eating it. All the while seeing how Orlando fought with himself. He took up another piece and smirked.
“Just so you know, I don’t plan on giving you anymore food today”, he said as a-matter-of-factly as he bit down on the fruit.
Orlando clenched his jaws. He was hungry, he needed food in order to keep up energy to keep himself warm and to think of a way out of here, but he didn’t want to eat from someone’s hand like an animal! He watched Kenneth eat another piece before making up his mind. He closed his eyes as he muttered, “Fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“Fine, I’ll eat it.”
He looked up at Kenneth’s face and saw that he waited for something more. He gritted his teeth as he growled the next words, “Please, may I have some apples?”
“Master.”
“…Master.”
“Good boy.”
Kenneth held out a piece in front of him. Orlando leaned forward to take it into his mouth, his lips touching fat fingers that followed the fruit inside for a moment before he could eat the fruit. Another piece; again with the finger in the mouth. The finger stayed longer and longer each time, and finally Kenneth demanded him to lick it. Orlando swallowed what was left of his pride and let his tongue swirl around the digit before it moved out and he could chew on the apple. However this time the finger lingered on his lips, stroking them with his own saliva before slowly sliding off the chin.
Kenneth placed the next piece of apple inside his own mouth. He leaned down towards Orlando who scrunched his nose at what he intended to do. But he was still hungry and he tried to think of something else as their lips met and Kenneth made him reach out his tongue to play with his in order to reach the fruit.
This went on for another two or three pieces, then Kenneth’s mouth remained on his own while he chewed. Once he’d swallowed, Kenneth kissed him aggressively, forcing his mouth open as he pushed Orlando down on the bed. The empty plate fell to the floor as Kenneth held the younger man down under him. His tongue entered Orlando’s mouth and Orlando bit down hard.
Kenneth let out a roar of pain and anger and took a firm grip around the other’s neck, cutting off the air supply.
“You fuckin’ bitch!”
His grip grew tighter and Orlando spasmed on the bed, his hands trying desperately to get a hold on the bigger man’s and make him loosen the grip on his throat. As his vision began to darken, Kenneth finally loosened up and he took several fast breaths, hardly getting any air into his lungs before going into a coughing fit.
“Do that again and I will fuckin’ kill you! Slowly and very painfully, you hear that?!”
Orlando was too busy trying to breathe to respond verbally, so he just nodded his head. He had never been so afraid; he didn’t want to die here!
Kenneth turned him around so that he laid on his stomach but made sure to have a strong grip on the back of Orlando’s neck. The boy needed punishment! He lifted his other hand high and let it fall hard to the bare ass cheeks. Orlando let out a yelp of surprise. Kenneth continued to spank him, harder and harder until the cheeks were redder than the apples he had fed him.
Orlando bit his lips to keep from crying out from pain. It was so fucking humiliating!
Kenneth leaned down over his captive until his mouth was by Orlando’s ear.
“Next time I’ll bring the whip with me”, he growled as he licked Orlando’s ear.
He smacked the sensitive cheeks a last time, gripping the firm globes in his hands before taking the plate and left the room.
Orlando slid down from the bed onto the cold floor, which numbed his butt as he had another coughing fit. He moved up again to lie down on the bed and covered the blanket over him as he curled into a fetal position to keep his warmth, hoping someone would notice he was missing soon…

Kenneth didn’t return more that day. Orlando didn’t know what to feel. He was glad that he didn’t have to spend time with the insane man, but being held captive in the dimly lit room with no one but your own reflection was driving him mad. He just sat on his bed, with the blanket trying to keep him warm, staring at his watch, seeing the minutes pass by while unconsciously rocking slightly back and forth. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he laid down on the bed and forced himself to sleep.

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The following day was starting just the same. Orlando did his morning business and sat on the bed, waiting – hoping – for food. Kenneth arrived about an hour later, carrying pieces of apples on a plate. But he didn’t say anything. Orlando really didn’t mind. Kenneth held out a piece of the fruit and Orlando quickly accepted it, hoping that if he was fast enough that the finger wouldn’t join it inside his mouth.
“If you don’t eat like I want you to, I will punish you.”
He showed Orlando the small riding crop he had stuck in the back of his pants to strengthen his threat. Orlando didn’t try to rebel after that.
Eating from his hands led once again to eating from his mouth, which in turn led to kisses and groping. Orlando closed his eyes and tried to let his mind flee as he let Kenneth do what he wanted to do. The mouth and hands seemed to be all over him; his thighs, crotch, hips, chest, mouth, stubbled chin and cheeks. Orlando laid there like a ragdoll, not responding to anything. Kenneth gave him a last kiss and then left the room – and it all turned black.
Orlando blinked several times, as if to make sure that he didn’t have his eyes closed. The bastard had turned off the lights!

tbc...

(As for rubber hooks, we have them in my stable so that we can hang bridles and halters on them yet keep humans and horses from getting injured if pressed/shoved against them.)
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