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“I want to try to escape. Would you let me?”
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. “The door is there. I won’t keep you here against your will.”
Maeglin groaned. “That isn’t what I meant.” He gave his lover a pleading look, and the other seemed to understand.
“You want me to pretend to rape you?”
When Glorfindel put it like that, it sounded depraved. Maeglin winced, wishing he’d never brought it up. “Uhh. Yes?”
“Very well.” As always, Glorfindel was an extremely hospitable lover. He stood, brushing off his robes. “What shall the story be?”
“Story?”
“Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower would never take anyone against their will. So who are we? What are our characters?”
“I- uh.”
Glorfindel was happy to provide his own ideas. “I can be a wandering knight. I’ve just stumbled across you in your forge-”
“I have weapons in my forge,” Maeglin interjected.
“Then I can be a playwright with a student who won’t stop correcting me.” They shared a laugh at that.
Glorfindel sat beside him, running a hand through Maeglin’s hair as he spoke. “You’re a servant, then. In the house of a fine and beautiful lord.”
“And my lord finds me attractive?”
“He’d be a fool not to.” Glorfindel’s face took on a serious expression. “I will stop if you say flowerpot.”
“Pardon?”
“Everything ends the moment you say the word flowerpot. That way, I know I won’t go to far.”
“That’s a stupid word.” But Maeglin grinned. “Alright.”
Glorfindel returned the smile. “Go into the hall, and wait for your lord to summon you.”
When he was called back in, the room had changed. Glorfindel had drawn the curtains, leaving only a few scattered candles to light the room. He had also removed his own shirt.
Maeglin reminded himself of his character and forced himself not to ogle him. Instead, he looked down at the ground, closing the door securely behind him. “My lord,” he whispered.
“Lock the door.” He hardly recognized Glorfindel’s voice. It was stern and cool, frightening. He couldn’t help but find it arousing. “The key is in the lock. Then bring it to me.”
Maeglin did as he was told, hurrying to take the key to his lover, bowing once he’d handed it over. Glorfindel put the key in his dresser, then sat on his bed, smiling up at Maeglin. It wasn’t his usual, smile, warm and welcoming. This one was cool, calculated, and dangerous.
“Do you know, that’s the only way out?”
“My lord?”
“Come here.” He crooked a finger and Maeglin hurried forward, coming to stand just beside the bed. “You didn’t even think it through, did you? You just did everything I told you, without considering it.”
“I live to please my lord.”
“Do you?” Glorfindel stretched out and patted his lap. “Will you please me with your mouth?”
“My lord I-”
“Not your words, foolish boy. I want your mouth on my cock.”
He pretended the idea didn’t thrill him. “No!”
“Your ass then. I’m not picky.”
Maeglin bolted for the door, but he didn’t even try to outrun Glorfindel, so the other caught up with him easily, dragging him back to the bed despite his almost playful attempts to escape.
Glorfindel threw him down, then crawled on top of him, squishing Maeglin into the mattress.
Maeglin tried to pull away, tried to wriggle off the end of the bed, but Glorfindel’s arm snaked around his waist. “Get back here you runt.”
“I’m not a runt!”
“You are if I say you are.” Glorfindel slipped from his character for a moment, running his fingers along Maeglin’s ticklish stomach. The smith giggled. “Stop that! I’m meant to be raping you.”
“I can’t help it!”
Glorfindel landed a rough smack on his bottom. “Are you arguing with your lord?” He’d slipped back into character, so Maeglin followed after him.
“Please my lord. I don’t want this.”
“Did I ask what you want?” His voice was chilling, and a shiver that was not entirely faked ran up Maeglin’s spine.
“No my lord, you did not. But I have been told you are a gracious man.”
“You haven’t been talking to my bedmates.” He nipped Maeglin’s neck. “They would tell you a very different story. One with whips and chains.”
Maeglin couldn’t keep the curiosity out of his voice, so instead of fearfully questioning his captor, he was almost gleeful when he asked, “Do you like whips and chains?”
“Maeglin!” Glorfindel hissed. But he kept his character together other than that, continuing to hold Maeglin to his chest as though restraining him. “Oh very much my lovely boy, perhaps if you please me I’ll introduce you to them.”
Remembering his character, Maeglin whimpered, “No.”
“I make the rules here, lovely.” With his free hand, Glorfindel undid his pants, then reached for Maeglin’s, slipping his hand in past the waistband.
Maeglin let out a sob.
“Please,” he sniffled. “Please prepare me,” Maeglin begged, shaking under Glorfindel’s weight.
The older elf’s mouth was right at his ear. “What if I don’t want to?” he purred, rubbing himself between Maeglin’s cheeks.
“Please,” he choked out. “I will do anything.”
“Anything?”
Even thinking as himself, not as his character, Maeglin wondered what scheme Glorfindel was going to cook up. But he kept his voice the same, frightened and pleading, “Anything.”
“What if I told you to chase chickens through the street while naked?”
That pulled him from his character. “Glorfindel!”
The Lord of the Golden Flower struggled to keep back a smile, pushing himself back into character. “I don’t know who this Glorfindel of yours is, runt, but what I want is for you to stretch yourself while I watch.”
Maeglin’s character let out a whine. “My lord-”
“Or I’ll have you now and your blood can slick my way.”
“As my lord commands.”
Glorfindel rolled him onto his back and handed him the bottle of oil. “Spread your legs. I want a show.”
Maeglin was happy to oblige, even if he put a pout on his face. He teasingly slipped one finger inside himself, pulling it in and out slowly, pretending that it was trepidation instead of a teasing attitude.
Glorfindel’s character wasn’t having it. “Hurry up runt,” he said roughly.
It was difficult to manage, every time his legs started to slip back together Glorfindel would slap his thigh and tell him to spread again.
“That’s enough,” he said as Maeglin worked three fingers inside himself. He wasn’t as prepared as he was used to, and for a moment Glorfindel’s eyes met his. It wasn’t until Maeglin gave him the smallest of nods that the lord continued, “I like it a bit tight, not gaping open.”
“Sir!”
Glorfindel rolled him onto his stomach and slammed inside of him.
Maeglin wasn’t certain if it was himself or his character that screamed, but Glorfindel froze. “Go,” Maeglin hissed, and he was happy to oblige.
He set a brutal pace, slamming Maeglin against the headboard. Keeping to his character, Maeglin whimpered and pleaded.
“Don’t act as though you’re not enjoying this,” Glorfindel hissed, snaking one hand around to Maeglin’s erection. “Slut.”
“I cannot help it!”
After a particularly brutal thrust, Maeglin let out a pitiful sniff. Glorfindel pulled out, and for a moment he wondered if the game was ending, but when he looked over his shoulder, Glorfindel gave him a wicked grin.
“I’m going to use your mouth now,” he said. “And if I feel any teeth your ass will regret it.”
Maeglin made a mental note to bite. But his character just let out a soft sob. Glorfindel took ahold of Maeglin’s head and roughly pulled it toward his crotch, but he moved too quickly, missing his mark and shoving his dick into Maeglin’s ear.
The smith laughed. “Having trouble, Glor?” he taunted.
“Shut up,” Glorfindel almost seemed embarrassed for a moment, then he readjusted and shoved himself into Maeglin’s mouth.
He choked as his throat was suddenly filled.
Glorfindel gave him only a moment to adjust before setting a brutal pace. He drug Maeglin’s head forward and backward, and all Maeglin had to do was remember to breathe and not bite.
Or bite.
On one particularly brutal thrust, he let his teeth drag over Glorfindel’s length. The lord stilled immediately. Maeglin let out a pitiful whine, as though it were an accident.
“You were warned,” he said as he pulled Maeglin’s head off him.
“My lord I-”
“Every word, every plea you attempt will only worsen your punishment.”
He fell silent, bowing his head in shame.
“Oh there now,” Glorfindel purred. “It’s not so bad. I won’t get out my whips and chains.”
Maeglin tried not to look disappointed.
Instead, he was forced to kneel on all fours on the center of the bed. Glorfindel was behind him, his hands rubbing across Maeglin’s bare ass.
“I’ve dreamed off this,” the lord said. “Ever since I brought you into my service.”
Then he struck.
Maeglin yelped as pain shot across his backside. He’s known he was sore, but he hadn’t realized how much so. Glorfindel didn’t give him time to adjust however, continuing his flurry of slaps.
The smith almost didn’t notice when the spanking stopped and Glorfindel reentered him. He might not have noticed at all if it wasn’t for the jolt against his prostate.
He let out a long groan.
Somewhere along the line they both forgot their roles, focused instead on rutting into each other, Glorfindel’s hand on Maeglin’s cock as he thrust in and out of him.
Maeglin climaxed first, and Glorfindel finished not long after him.
For a long while they lay still, tucked into one another, content. Glorfindel was the first to move, stretching and yawning before asking, “Was that to your satisfaction?”
Maeglin nodded. “Next time,” he said with a grin. “I want you to tie me down and whip me.”
“You are insatiable.”