Playing with the Dollhouse

By Eric Westwick

Published on Aug 2, 2009

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This is a story about characters from the television show Dollhouse. It is a work of fiction and the author does not claim any knowledge about the private lives of the actors and this story implies nothing about their sexuality. I do not own these characters, created by Joss Whedon and produced by Fox and Mutant Enemy. This episode takes place after season 1 and includes spoilers through Episode 1.13 "Epitaph One."Playing with the Dollhouse

It is the Dollhouse. Located in the world's most influential cities, the house specializes in fantasies. For a huge price, a client can have an Active, a living, breathing person, programmed for whatever their desires, whatever their needs. Clients can have an Active pose as a bodyguard, a hostage negotiator, or a best friend. Many clients opt for programs that are more ... intimate.

Why do the world's elite go through the expense of having someone programmed instead of just pretending. Because with the Actives, there is no pretending. If an Active is programmed to love you, they are not acting. They are in love. Physically, emotionally, chemically.

Paul Ballard had fought hard to shut down the Dollhouse. He went as far as to lose his job with the FBI, and eventually discovered the only way to bring down the Dollhouse was from within. Now he worked ensuring the safety of the Actives.

Adelle Dewitt, the woman in charge of the Dollhouse, knew that Ballard was apprehensive of his new position. She welcomed him into her high rise office to discuss this. He told her that he was there to protect the Actives, and that was all. Adelle knew there was more, and assured him that he could not understand the Dollhouse experienced it. Ballard cockily assured her that he wasn't interested in a hooker. Adelle impatiently explained that the Dollhouse was not a simple brothel. An Active wouldn't be paid to do anything Ballard wanted; the Active would want to do whatever Ballard wanted. Obviously, the idea of having a beautiful human interested in doing anything to please you was enticing, and he had been tricked into sleep with an Active during his investigation but never had one tailored to his own needs, just those of the Dollhouse. And now Ballard had to stay focused on protecting the Actives. He gruffly said no thanks to Adelle and stormed out.

Back in his apartment, Ballard sat in the dark. He wore a white undershirt and warm sweatpants, but he was too tense to relax. He heard his door unlock, which was strange because no one else had a copy of his key. Ballard got up to grab his gun when his door swung open. He was shocked to see Victor, one of the Dollhouse's Actives standing there in an elegant suit. "Hello," Victor said smoothly. "Victor?" said Ballard, surprised. "What are you doing here? I told Adelle I didn't want anything."

"I don't know what you're talking about and I don't know an Adelle. I'm just here for you," Victor said, as he took off his suit jacket and dropped it to the floor. Of course he didn't understand, Ballard realized. The Actives don't know they are Actives. They are programmed to believe their roles completely. But why was Victor sent here for Ballard?

Victor unbuttoned his sleeves and took off his dress shirt, asking "So what can I do for you?"

Ballard was shocked, was Victor trying to seduce him? Was Victor supposed to have sex with Ballard? Ballard wasn't gay; he'd never even been with another man. Victor arced an eyebrow at him, and Ballard had to admit that it was sexy. Ballard had thought about having sex with a man, but it had never gone beyond that. He had never told anyone about it, and wouldn't even know how to go about having sex with a man. But Adelle couldn't know all that could she? Ballard realized she was a professional at giving people what they needed Had she read him better than he could read himself?

Victor was now standing in front of Ballard only in suit pants. There were inches between them. Ballard was uncomfortable with the intimacy, but he didn't back away. Victor looked into Ballard's uncertain eyes and he smiled. He then pulled Ballard in and kissed him on the lips. Ballard tried to push back, but Victor held him strong. Ballard felt Victor's tongue probing his mouth. Without realizing it, Ballard was kissing back, his tongue dancing with Victor. Victor ran his hands over Ballard's muscular back, reaching his hands under Ballard's shirt and lifting it off over his head. Their smooth, muscular chests were pressed together, as Victor held Ballard close with his strong arms. As their tongues darted into each other's mouths and Victor's arms held him firm, Ballard gave in and began exploring Victor's amazing upper body with his large, strong hands. He ran his hands over Victor's bulging biceps, his washboard abs, and his hard pecs.

Victor pulled off the kiss, and looked Ballard in the eyes, smiling. Looking into Victor's warm brown eyes, Ballard had to smile to. It was the first time in a long time that he had felt like smiling, felt genuinely happy.

Victor leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, before moving down. Ballard was surprised to feel Victor lick his neck, his teeth lightly scraping his skin. Then Victor was working his way down Ballard's hard chest, stopping to nibble at his erect right nipple. Ballard got shivers through his whole body as victor softly chewed his chest. Victor pulled off of is chest and Ballard looked down Victor to see if everything was okay.

Victor was on his knees, looking up at Ballard and biting his lips. Victor had he hands on Ballar'ds sweatpants. It was such a sexy image and its implications were even sexier. Victor pulled down Ballard's pants and underwear. His hard dick sprung up, almost hitting Victor in the face.

Still looking into Ballard's eyes, Victor stuck out his wet, pink tongue and touched the head of Ballard's thick prick with it. Ballard closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure as Victor began tracing the length of his member with his outstretched tongue, slowly working from tip to base. When he reached the base of Ballard's dick, he moved on to Ballard's smooth balls. He lightly licked one then the other, running his tongue over them. Ballard ran his hands through Victor's hair, gripping it and and encouraging Victor to continue.

Victor yanked off his own suit pants and underwear and began jerking off his impressive dick while going to work on Ballard's. He took just the mushroom head in his mouth at first, swirling his tongue around it. Ballard shuddered when Victor teased the underside of his cockhead with his talented tongue. Slowly, Victor worked more and more of Ballard's thick member into his mouth. Ballard loved looking down at Victor, lost in ecstasy jerking himself off on his knees while inch by inch Ballard's cock disappeared down his throat. Ballard was amazed and turned on by Victor working his thick rod further and further into his mouth. Finally, Victor felt the tip of Ballard's member touch the back of his throat. He'd gotten the whole thing down his throat! Victor held that for a moment, enjoying the accomplishment. Ballard was was impressed with the achievement, and after a moment of gazing down at Victor with his dick buried down his throat, Ballard started to thrust. Victor hungrily slurped on the dick, sucking on it as it slid past his slips and happily taking its length back in his mouth. Ballard picked up the tempo, drilling into Victor as he gripped Victor's dark hair. Ballard picked up the base, and Victor expertly handled all of the impressive length Ballard fed him.

As Ballard sensed himself close to cumming, Victor intuitively pulled off his dick. Victor stood up, his rock hard cock brushing against Ballard's, and he informed "Your turn."

Ballard had no time to react before Victor was pushing him onto his chair. Ballard looked up at Victor's beautiful face, and then down to Victor's rigid cock which was now at eye level. Unsure but also curious, Ballard opened his mouth and inched forward to Victor's member. Victor surprised him further by lifting a leg up on the armrest so that he could shove his dick into Ballard's mouth. Ballard almost gagged at the intrusion, but Victor let him him have a minute to adjust to the length in his mouth. Ballard loved the taste, it was meaty and manly. He was also surprised by how much he enjoyed Victor taking the lead and feeding him his dick. Suddenly, he fel Victor pull his hips back, taking his cock almost completely out of Ballard's mouth. Then, without warning, he shoved it back in. Ballard was surprised, but Victor assured him, "Relax." Ballard instantly felt safe and adjusted to Victor pumping into his mouth.

Victor reached down to Ballard's cock, still slick with his spit. As he face fucked Ballard, he worked Ballard's dick in his hand. Ballard found himself gripping Victor's smooth round butt cheeks, and he loved feeling them clench each time Victor thrust his hips forward to feed Ballard more cock. Ballard's hands explored Victor's ass, and one of his hands was soon playing with Victor's crack. "Go ahead, stick a finger in," Victor encouraged. That was all the encouragement Ballard needed, and he inserted his index finger into Victor. Wincing at the intrusion, Victor shoved his cock deep down Ballard's throat. Ballard liked this cause-and-effect; the faster and harder he fingered Victor, the faster and harder he was fed Victor's delicious cock. Soon Ballard was working two, then three, fingers into Victor's snug hole. Ballard felt Victor's balls slap against his chin, and he realized he had somehow managed to swallow all of Victor's massive tool. This victory made him work even harder, lapping furiously at Victor's dick. Victor's thrusts had picked up serious momentum, and he was pumping into Ballard like a jackhammer. So Ballard was quite surprised when Victor pulled his dick all of the way out of his mouth.

Victor pulled Ballard to the floor, and the two men rolled around, kissing and touching every muscular inch of each other's bodies. Victor ran his hands through Ballard's hair, and he admitted, "I want you to fuck me." Ballard clearly had trepidation on his face; he didn't even know where to begin. Victor sensed this and grabbed a tube of lubricant from his pants pocket on the floor next to him. He popped it open and coated Ballard's fingers with it. "Here," he instructed, "finger me now." Ballard eagerly did as he was told, sliding his fingers into Victor's waiting hole. Victor covered Ballard's cock with lubricant and began rubbing his hands all over it as he got fingered. "I'm gonna need to get you nice and lubed up if we're gonna fit this monster inside my tight little hole," teased Victor as he nibbled on Ballard's ear lobe. Once he felt Ballard was sufficiently lubricated so he wouldn't tear him in half, Victor seductively whispered, "I'm ready."

Before Ballard knew it, Victor was on his hands and knees in front of him on the floor. Ballard's slick prick was lined up with Victor's tight pucker. Ballard ran a hand up Victor's smmoth back, and steadied himself on his knees by resting his hand on Victor's shoulder. With his free hand, he directed his cock towards Victor's hole and began to push in.

Victor inhaled deeply as the head of Ballard's prick invaded his hole, pushing past the opening. Victor winced and braced himself as Ballard slowly pushed into him. Ballard had never felt so good; Victor's hole was so tight, and it hugged every inch of Ballard's hard cock. Ballard put his hands on Victor's hips, pulling Victor back onto his cock. Ballard was amazed that Victor could take so much of his cock, but Victor grunted in approval and Ballard kept pushing in. Ballard watched as his dick slowly disappeared up Victor's ass. Soon, the whole thing was buried deep in Victor. Ballard held it in Victor for a moment, and then he felt Victor thrusting back against him. Victor wanted more. Ballard steadied himself, gripping Victor's hips. Then he let him have it, taking his dick out and then plunging it back in fast. Victor gasped at the quick intrusion, but kept thrusting his hips back to meet Ballard's fucking. Ballard was banging up against Victor's prostate, deep inside him. "Yeah, fuck me," Victor encouraged. Ballard loved how into getting fucked Victor was, and grabbed his hair with one hand, riding into him.

"I want to look at your face while you fuck me," pleaded Victor. Ballard was game for anything; Victor was clearly the expert. Ballard pulled out and Victor rolled over on his back. He smiled at Ballard, gazing at the sweat dripping down the man's skin. Victor then wrapped his legs around Ballard's hips and pulled him closer. Ballard lined up his dick and shoved it into Victor as he leaned in. Victor gasped and Ballard quickly covered his mouth with his own lips. As his dick penetrated Victor's exposed hole, Ballard explored Victor's mouth with his tongue. Victor began to wrap his hands around Ballard's back, but Ballard grabbed his wrist and pinned it behind Victor's head. With the thrusts, Victor egged him on, "Yeah, I like it rough. Fuck me rough." Ballard bit his own bottom lip as he began railing Victor, forcing his way into Victor's vulnerable asshole.Victor wrapped his legs tighter, pulling Ballard further into him. Ballard was fucking him like a jackhammer, and both men were pawing at each other, running strong hands over sweaty pecs and biceps and back muscles. Victor reached down to his cock, and began jerking himself off. His hand was a blur as he tried to match the tempo of Ballard's fucking. Victor's smooth pecs flexed as he jerked off, and he had a seductively intoxicated look on his face. Ballard was just as lost in pleasure; Victor's tight hole flexed around every inch of Ballard's rigid tool. His ass was like a vice, gripping his hole. Victor felt relief everytime Ballard pulled out of him, and instantly craved being stuffed again the next moment.

With the expert clenching of Victor's expert hole as well as the hot image of Victor pleasuring himself while impaling himself on Ballard's pole, Ballard could only hold out for so long. Soon he realized his balls felt full and heavy as they banged against Victor's ass. Ballard leaned in, kissing Victor hard as he picked up the pace of his fucking. Victor pulled Ballard in close, loving the assault on his ass. Finally, Ballard couldn't take it any longer, and he breathily said, "I'm...gonna..cum."

Victor licked his earlobe and pleaded, "Do it. Fill me up." This sent Ballard over the edge, and he pulled out almost completely before ramming his cock home, jamming it into Victor's prostate. As soon as he was buried completely in Victor, he felt a torrent of cum shoot from his cock. Steamy jets of cum shot out, spraying Victor's insides. The first three spurts hit deep in Victor, and the rest flowed out into him. Victor loved the feeling of being filled with hunky Ballard's creamy juice, and Ballard collapsing on him brought Victor to the brink. He jerked his cock a few more times, and then groaned as his own dick erupted with stream after stream of jizz. It sprayed all over himself and Ballard, creaming on their chests and abs. Ballard, spent, tried to pull away, but Victor held him close, keeping his dick in Victor's ass. The two men looked each other in the eyes, and kissed passionately. Ballard certainly had a lot of questions to figure out, but right now, he knew this felt right.

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