Chapter 18
“Wha-?” Erestor woke from his hazy dreams as pressure was registered coming from his already abused anus. His hand swooped around to his backside to feel for the obtrusive object, but it was easily caught and forced to rest on his hip. In that moment, Erestor woke completely and tried rolling over and away from his assailant yet strong arms kept him firmly in place.
“Glorfindel?” Erestor whimpered as his tight ring was breached by something the size of Glorfindel’s finger.
“Shhh… it’s in,” the Lord gently said back and stroked Erestor’s back and sides in reassurance. Erestor shifted his position and whimpered as whatever was in side him changed direction also. His arm now free he felt for what was protruding him. Nestled between his buttocks was some kind of flat hard object, but it was not metal nor wood. “Leave it!” Glorfindel ordered and whacked Erestor’s butt cheek in annoyance.
Erestor shouted out loud as the object was momentarily forced in further. His breathing became hard and he snuggled into Glorfindel while his body tried to control itself again.
“What is it?” he asked, almost fearfully.
“It has no name… yet. It is an object made from glass, very solid and not easily broken glass,” he reassured, “in the shape of a penis, only smaller. It shall stay within you for the next week, and then I shall put the next size up inside you for seven days after that. And so it shall go on until you are stretched wide enough to accommodate me without as much pain, but hopefully still have the feel of the innocent virgin we both know you to be.” Glorfindel smiled down at Erestor, proud at his implied patience.
Erestor was grateful for Glorfindel’s caring, knowing it was inevitable that one day he would be taken but deep down, wished it would not be so.
“And where did you find such objects?” he ground out between tightly clenched teeth.
“The Harem, along with its beautiful workers, also have a large array of toys. And while they generously lend such pleasurable devices to their loyal customers, I-”
Erestor eyes widened and his gaze shot to Glorfindel’s. “Do you mean to say that this… this- *thing* has been inside countless others before me?” As he spoke, Erestor’s arms struggled to remove the object, but Glorfindel’s strong hold on his wrists stopped all movement.
“As much as I would wish to affirm that statement, it would be a lie. To see such pure, untainted beauty,” he transferred Erestor’s arms to one grip and with his free hand held Erestor’s chin, “forced to endure the humiliation of being stretched by the same implements countless whores for the Lords and Ladies of the court had had buried deep within them for a time, bringing them pleasure and pain so they may better serve their masters. Yes… I would have liked putting you through such torture.” Erestor’s eyes filled with tears and he sought to escape Glorfindel’s grip, but his Lord kept him firmly in place. “However, the thought of another’s scent upon you, however faint and elusive a place it might be hiding, stayed me. And I had Secar acquire new ones from the Dwarves during the night.”
Erestor nodded his head as much as he could and swallowed the lump in his throat.
“You do realise, however, that Secar does not like me and out of spite may have taken ones from the Harem anyway?”
“Perhaps, but he is loyal to me and my commands, no matter his personal interests or feelings. That, and I said that while I am waiting for you to grow I will be using his body, which made him very happy to hear. Besides, going straight to the merchant gave Secar wonderful insight to all their wares. A great many he has described and now I look forward to trying out on you, once they are within my possession. In the meantime, he brought back a few for me to sample. One, in particular,” Glorfindel rolled Erestor onto his back and leaned over, picking something up, off the dresser, “right now.” He held the object aloft, in Erestor’s line of vision. The dark haired elf frowned in question. “It would be easier to show rather than describe to you how it works,” he brought it down but Erestor gently pushed his hands away.
“Try anyway, please.”
“Well, the other night, when you were sucking my cock,” he emphasised the harsh ‘k’ sound, “the unfortunate incident of you biting me has left me rather disappointed. Your mouth, lips and tongue are so juicy and gorgeous that I loved the look and feel of me plundering the back of your throat. But knowing what happened last time, I cannot think of anything I would rather you *not* do. However, with the help of my little friend here, such problems shall be a thing of the past. All I need to do is slip this part,” Glorfindel pointed to a large circular shape in the middle of the thing, “over your teeth, then the straps are tied together at the back of your head. Then I am free to manoeuvre myself within the circle and into your mouth without worrying about a repeat occurrence. So, shall we test it out then?”
“I would rather not. Today is my day off and my father should be expecting me anytime now. If you will excuse me,” Erestor moved to get up but Glorfindel did not release him.
“Yesterday was Sunday,” the golden lord stated.
“Yes, it was, Erestor said as though he was talking to a dim-witted child.
“Sunday is your day off.”
“Not any more. Since there are seven scribes in your father’s service, we each have a different day of the week away from work. Mine is Monday. Now, if I may have your leave?”
“No, you may not. Day off or not, I demand you spend it within my chambers. Besides which, the sun is still sometime away from rising. Should you leave now, you would only stir your father from his slumber, while I am already up and most eager to share this time with you.
“Then, may I go once the sun makes its appearance?” Erestor asked hopefully.
“I could have sworn I just ordered you to stay here all day,” Glorfindel ground out, frustration entering his tone.
“You did, but I have not seen my father in a week! Please, I miss him! And he is expecting me. Should I not visit, he will come looking for me! And your rooms shall be the first place he will seek me and I do not think you want to give him another reason to hate you. Please, I will do anything you want of me now, just let me go to him?” Erestor begged.
“You will indeed do everything I say now and until you leave after dinner,” Glorfindel reaffirmed.
Erestor looked heartbroken, and seemed like he would burst into tears at any moment.
“I… I will do anything you ask immediately and without hesitation,” Erestor tried one last time.
Glorfindel seemed ready to dismiss this negotiation, but stayed his answer long enough to give Erestor some hope once more.
“Straight away, without thinking and a smile upon your face?”
“Absolutely,” Erestor responded just as Glorfindel finished speaking, the scribe’s lips curling at the corners, *very* eager to visit his father.
“Then kiss me as I would kiss you,” Glorfindel tested him.
“Then, should I not be on top?” Erestor teased?
“Improvise,” Glorfindel warned, growing impatient.
Erestor stilled at the tone of voice and slowly reached his hands up, cupping Glorfindel’s cheeks. Half pulling the lord down and half leaning up, Erestor guided their mouths to meet and after a quick brush of their lips, the scribe pressed hard against the other and wormed his tongue from his mouth to lick Glorfindel’s soft lips, seeking entrance. The lord, however, stayed immobile and waited for Erestor to seize control. Erestor frowned into the kiss and tried again, but still the lord did not let him enter.
“Is something amiss?” Erestor asked, breaking the kiss.
“Yes, there is,” Glorfindel replied, his words clipped.
“What is it?”
“You are not doing as I said.”
“I am kissing you,” Erestor said defensively.
“As I would kiss you, hmm? Since when have I ever been so considerate with my kisses? Try again.”
Erestor swallowed hard and reached a hand up to grip the back of Glorfindel’s head and quickly pulled him down for a fervoured kiss. Erestor thrust his tongue beyond the lord’s guarded lips and began lapping at teeth, tongue, roof and anything else it could touch. He roughly pulled Glorfindel closer and let his hand firmly roam down the Blonde’s broad back and grasped a naked butt cheek.
Glorfindel moaned loudly and thrust his hips into Erestor’s. The scribe’s bottom was then crushed further into the mattress, sending the phallus deeper within him. He gasped as it lurched inside him and bucked up into Glorfindel in retaliation. The lord smirked at Erestor’s reactions and repeated his actions, but stayed snugly pressed into Erestor, humping his groin in small circular movements rather and backwards and forwards, keeping the Scribe’s hips pinned between him and the bed. The sensations were too much for the inexperienced Erestor and he easily gave into them, all pretence of his ‘domination’ in the bedroom gone. Glorfindel deftly took over the kiss and began ravaging the hot wet recesses of Erestor’s mouth. The scribe’s hands fell limply to the bed as he was rocked and buffeted between the two strong and opposing forces keeping him firmly in place.
Glorfindel suddenly stopped and leaned back far enough to slap Erestor across the cheek. Hard. The scribe’s head rolled across the pillow and halfway back again, his watery eyes fearfully meeting Glorfindel’s.
“You are staying here for the entire day,” he hissed and left the bed for a moment, retrieving a silk scarf before returning to Erestor.
“But… my father…” Erestor croaked, not trusting his voice to say anything else due to his physical and emotion turmoil. He let his eyes do the begging instead.
“You offered the circumstances in which I would let you leave should you meet the requirements. It is not my fault you could not even give me a simple kiss.”
“But, you are so much stronger than I. Any small movement on your part and I am at your mercy,” Erestor tried to reason.
“It matters not. You were unable to fulfil your promise. So you must be punished,” Glorfindel dismissed easily, and grasped one of Erestor’s ankles, tying it to the end of the bed.
“Wait, no. Please… give me another chance? Just one? Please?”
Glorfindel slapped Erestor again.
“You beg so prettily… pity you are begging to leave my side, else I would be tempted to give you anything you wanted,” Glorfindel softly stroked Erestor’s flaming cheek with the back of a finger as he spoke. He then left the bedroom and went to the main room. Through the open door Erestor could hear Glorfindel talking, presumably to Secar, about breakfast. Scrambling to the end of the bed Erestor began trying to undo the scarf keeping him in place, but the knot used was no common one and the scribe could not make heads nor tails of it and only ended up tightening it more. Fearful the blood to his foot would soon be cut off altogether, he gave up. On the table beside the bed was a pair of scissors, but just from looking at the fine material, Erestor knew he would need to work for several more weeks before being able to afford a replacement.
Glorfindel returned soon after, a tray in his hands. Placing it on their dinner table, he picked up a few mango pieces and ate them. Next he started with the apple slices, their firm texture crunching in his mouth. Picking up a glass of orange juice he drank the contents then put the glass down again.
Turning around he almost jumped, seeing Erestor watching him intently. “Oh, sorry, are you hungry?” he asked, his hand reaching into the bowl of grapes.
Erestor looked at him dubiously but hesitantly answered “I am a little peckish.”
“Do you trust me to choose your morning meal?” Glorfindel asked, popping a grape into his mouth, soon followed by another. Erestor frowned and looked at the tray. All foods were ones he liked, so he minded not which ones Glorfindel decided upon.
“Yes,” he eventually answered.
“And you will eat it all without wasting even the tiniest portion?”
“Of course not. Wasting food is not something I am accustomed to.”
“Good,” Glorfindel stated simply and left the table and food alone. Walking to the side of the bed he picked up the odd instrument he had shown Erestor earlier and made a display of stretching the band wide and slowly bringing it towards the scribe. Erestor shuffled closer to the end of the bed, millimetres away from falling off entirely. The dildo inside him shifted and he gasped at the new angle. Seeking to change position again, he was easily caught off-guard by Glorfindel whom pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hips.
“What about breakfast, my lord?” Erestor whined, his hands grasping at Glorfindel’s wrists.
“Oh-oh ho Erestor,” Glorfindel chuckled, “this *is* your breakfast.” Erestor eyes went wide and he struggled even more so at his lord’s arms, turning and twisting his head and body, trying to escape the horrible implement that would leave his mouth and throat at Glorfindel’s mercy.
Glorfindel allowed the resistance, the fight making victory all the more sweeter when he hooked the top of the mouth piece over Erestor’s teeth. Moving a hand to the scribe’s jaw, he pressed into the skin, forcing the sweet lips apart so that he could gain access to the useful orifice. Erestor’s mouth opened wide, but not so much so that the ring could fit over his bottom teeth. Manoeuvring his hand, Glorfindel grasped the small chin and pulled on it harshly, seemingly trying to rip Erestor’s jaw clean off. The scribe moaned in pain as his head was twisted and his face pulled to breaking point. He squealed as the ring was banged against his bottom teeth, Glorfindel using all his strength to force the blasted thing in, whether or not Erestor’s bones would permit it.
Erestor struggled with Glorfindel, turning his head away, pushing with his arms, clawing with his fingers, but the lord’s power was no match for his own. Putting up a fight did not help, nor did screaming, or crying, it seemed. But last night begging had. In a rare show of mercy, Glorfindel had stopped after seeing how much damage he had done to Erestor. So, against his better judgement, Erestor went limp. If a split lip or a broken jaw was what it took for Glorfindel to be gentler next time, then so be it.
Glorfindel felt the arms pushing at him fall away and the moans of pain cease. So shocked at the sudden reversal of actions that the mouth guard almost slipped out of place. Erestor lay back on the bed, wheezing from physical exertion through his strained oesophagus, his eyes filled with pain and silently begging for the blonde to stop.
For a moment Glorfindel stilled and looked at Erestor, his features slowly softening. Sighing harshly, Glorfindel removed the strange object altogether and rolled off the scribe.
“Clearly this one is too big,” he stated irritably, lifting himself from the bed and went back to the table. Picking up an empty plate he placed a little of each of the fruits on it before returning to the bed. “Here,” he handed the plate over.
“Thankyou very much, my lord,” Erestor said gratefully, in a pleasing tone, hoping to ease Glorfindel whichever way he could.
Erestor ate in peace while Glorfindel lounged on the bed half a metre away from him, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. They stayed in silence for several minutes, the only sounds coming from Erestor when biting into a carrot or piece of celery. Glorfindel remained still, just lying there, looking up at the ceiling, happily so, it seemed. Erestor kept throwing him furtive glances, wondering what the lord was thinking of, or planning next for him.
Clearing his throat, he tentatively asked if Glorfindel would care for some fruit. The lord merely waved his hand in clear refusal.
“But this rockmelon is so juicy, firm and succulent. Here,” Erestor edged his way over, lying on his side, and hand fed a small piece to Glorfindel, his finger ghosting over the lords’ lips. “Is it not divine?”
Glorfindel ate the fruit as he was bid and looked up at Erestor who lingered above him.
“Mmmm, it is quite good. Though I have had better,” he stated.
“Would you like some more?” Erestor offered.
“A grape.”
Erestor picked up a small green orb and brought it to Glorfindel’s lips, but the lord kept his mouth firmly shut. Erestor frowned and raised his eyebrow at Glorfindel, bringing the grape back to the plate.
“Feed it to me.”
Erestor continued to frown, since that was what he attempted to do. However inspiration soon hit and he placed a grape between his teeth and descended upon Glorfindel. His bound leg stretching to full capacity as he moved a little closer to the lord’s position so that their lips could meet. With half the grape inside his mouth, Erestor placed the other half within the lord’s open mouth and plopped it inside once their lips touched. Remaining still for a few seconds, Erestor then gently closed his lips and moved away, allowing Glorfindel to eat the fruit.
“Mango.”
A smile flitted across the brunette’s mouth and he repeated his actions with a mango slice, then banana, then peach, then grape again, and so on until Glorfindel had had his fill.
Once again they sat in silence, neither moving except for Erestor whom finished eating the last few remaining fruits on the plate. As he did so a bright light filled his vision and as he turned to the source of it, he saw the sun rising and could not help but release a small, pitiful sigh. When the plate was empty, Glorfindel took it from Erestor’s hands and placed it back on the table. Picking up a knife he returned to the bed and deftly cut into the scarf holding Erestor in place.
“You may leave now,” he said and threw the knife onto the bed. He turned and walked to the door and called out for Secar. Erestor could not stop the bright smile that lit his features and quickly got up from the bed. As he approached Glorfindel he lightly grasped a strong shoulder to gain his superior’s attention.
“Thankyou, my lord,” he beamed, and impulsively moved in to kiss the warrior lightly on the lips. “Have a lovely day,” he said as he pulled back, and turned to leave. Secar gave him a wide-eyed look but Erestor just smirked and went straight past, collecting his clothes as he moved through the main room.
“Attend me,” Glorfindel ordered, and marched to the bed, sitting on the edge, his legs spread wide.
“Yes sir!” Secar said, unable to keep the elation from his voice.
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Erestor quickly bathed and changed into one of his father’s robes and left his rooms. Upon exiting the palace, he was about to quickly make his way to his home, but a voice calling out his name stilled him. Turning around he saw the always enthusiastic Nandaer waving at him. Dressed in light clothes with various weapons at his sides, it seemed the young lad was about to start his daily training. Beside him was another warrior, much taller and older than the boy. Yet they looked very similar in the eyes, nose, mouth and hair, but the cheeks and jaw line of the older one was much more defined. Erestor could only presume this handsome elf was Nandaer’s brother.
The elf in question felt Erestor’s gaze and returned his own powerful stare. After having his fill of the delicate facial features, the skilled warrior made no pretence as his eyes unabashedly raked over the rest of Erestor’s form with unbridled lust. Erestor unconsciously clenched his bottom around the phallus still within him and swallowed hard.
“Morning Erestor!” Nandaer said brightly, re-gaining the scribe’s attention.
“Good morning Nandaer. How does this lovely day find you?” Erestor asked politely.
“Very well thankyou. And you? How are your wounds?”
“All healed, thanks to you,” Erestor gave the boy a wink. Then not so subtly darted his eyes to the lieutenant, according to braids in his hair, then back to Nandaer again.
“Oh, allow me to introduce my brother, Natahl.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Who knew one family could be blessed with two handsome elves?” Erestor boldly said and held out his hand. Natahl’s hand moved too quickly for the scribe to register and easily caught Erestor unawares, and, with their eyes linked, the older elf brought the delicate hand to his mouth to place a soft kiss upon it.
“Of course, I need no introduction to you, dear Erestor, for your beauty and talent is all I hear of these days.”
“Oh, you honour me, but surely it is little compared to risking life and limb for the residents of this great city?”
“But it is no less important,” the rogue gave a half smile the gently squeezed the delicate hand before releasing it. “If you will excuse us, we must be off lest our Lord chastise us for being late. Good day to you, Master Erestor.”
“Bye!” Nandaer waved.
Erestor gave a small wave in return but no words of parting came to him.
“My my, he *is* a handsome fellow, is he not?” a voice whispered in his ear.
Erestor quickly rounded on his mysterious guest and cried in elation when his father’s face came into view. “Father!” he near shouted in joy and gave him a warm hug.
“Erestor, oh, I was just coming to find you. Only to see that you were going to make me wait all for a pretty face.”
“Father!” Erestor admonished.
“I would say he is about 75, maybe 80… and just ripe for the picking,” Earane lifted an eyebrow in suggestion.
Erestor stared wide-eyed at his father and merely shook his head in disbelief. “Come, let us go home. The palace is no place to talk of such things,” Erestor said, looping his arm around Earane’s and swiftly turned him around to marched him home.
TBC
Parmasambe
Library of Imladris
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