"Claiming"
by Vagabond
Frodo felt a change in Boromir since they had started from
Lothlorien. The lady Galadriel had warned him and the Hobbit's heart felt
that she was right; Boromir was tempted by the Ring! Once more, Frodo felt
the heaviness of his burden. How he wished himself free of it! But he knew
just too well that he was the only one who could handle the Ring, because
of the simple fact that he didn't want it. But in Boromir Frodo could see
a desperate longing. Every time, when he found the courage to look at the
man, the warrior's eyes were upon him. They seemed frozen on his chest, where
the Ring of Sauron was hidden under the fabric of his waistcoat.
And now he was alone with this man, alone in the forest and there was no escape!
First, Boromir had spoken gently to him; just pleading for the Ring to rescue
his people. Then he had demanded the "precious treasure". "It
should be mine!" the warrior had shouted with hysteric voice. "Give
it to me!" Frodo had tried to run away, but was captured by the man's
strong arms very quickly.
Boromir was above him now, searching for the necklace that held the Ring.
With brutal energy he ripped Frodo's vest open, sliding his hands with hard
pressure over exposed flesh.
When Boromir had found the Ring, his gaze had softened. He looked at the evil
thing with reverential amazement and Frodo saw the change in the man's eyes.
Nothing but the Ring was seen in them now; it's unnatural glance sparkling
in Boromir's pupils whose soft green colour had turned into a blackness that
was swallowing up everything. The darkness of the One Ring had over-powered
the human.Slowly he began to speak. "Do you not want me, Frodo?"
the voice of Boromir softly purred. "Desire me?" He tried to touch
the Halfling's cheek, his breath hot and filled with lust.
Frodo's eyes went wide with shock. He tried to flinch, but the man held him
in place with an almost painful grip. "Do you know, how many desire ME?"
the warrior hissed, "Men and women - and I have given myself to only
very few of them. And you will refuse me? Foolish child!" An arrogant
smile crossed Boromir's lips and Frodo suddenly knew that this was no longer
the man of Gondor who was speaking to him. With horror he realised that it
was the Ring itself, speaking through Boromir.
The man's fingers were now tangled in the necklace that held the One Ring.
"Soon, I will not longer be in chains, little Hobbit", he hissed.
"I will return to my master and a new era of darkness will begin".
Sauron's `precious' on Frodos chest was burning like fire now, and the Halfling
screamed in pain."But first", the Ring whispered huskily with Boromir's
voice, "I will show you, who possesses whom here…" and he
gripped the Hobbit by his hair and forced him into a brutal kiss.
Boromir's tongue was like hot burning steel in Frodo's mouth and the possessed
warrior grabbed the Halfling's hands with his own large hand and pinned them
on the ground above Frodo's head, using the heaviness of his body to hold
the Hobbit in place. His other hand was wandering over Frodo and tore the
clothing away, bruising and abusing flesh where it was found. Frodo was crying
now. "Boromir…" he pleaded, "you have to fight it, please,
don't do this to me…" He whimpered when the tongue of the other
man crossed a nipple. Boromir laughed rudely, a laugh Frodo had never thought
Boromir was capable of. The Ring controlled him entirely. The runes of Mordor
came alive on it, as the man was burning with lustrous fire, and the words
rose on Boromir's skin as well, crawled like snakes over the texture of his
body. With an animalistic groan the warrior thrust forcefully into the Halfling.
The pain was incredible and Frodo meant to go insane. He couldn't move because
Boromir held him in place. He couldn't scream becase the warrior's handsqueezed
his mouth shut. He couldn't even weep anymore because his eyes had no more
tears.
It seemed to last for hours and then it was suddenly over. In hot streams
the man came inside him, groaning wildly, biting deep in Frodo's flesh several
times as if to claim his victim for all eternity.
Then he leaned back, delighted by the sight of the broken Hobbit. Boromir's
lips were moistened with blood, Frodo's blood, and he licked it off slowly
and in an almost erotic manner. Pure pleasure was shown in every line of his
face by doing this and with glowing eyes he began to lick at the dark-red
wetness that was dripping from Frodo's thighs as well, moaning low. "Do
you understand now?" he whispered, "No one can fight ME! Your fellows
will understand that, too. I will make them understand." he said diabolically.
"I will use the warrior against them." Boromir's hands stroked in
pleasure over himself, let the Ring claim his body. Throaty moans escaped
him as he gave himself release again. After that, he carefully ordered his
clothing. "And now my little Frodo," he said with a malicious smile,
"I have to go. There is something I must do… to the others."
And with this Boromir reached for the Ring.
Frodo, who hadn't moved until yet, came alive. "No … never!!!",
he screamed, thinking of Sam and how to protect him. His little hand closed
around the Ring and although he didn't know from where he had the strength,
he punched Boromir hard in the stomach and kicked him aside. Then he let the
ring slip over his finger, and invisible he ran away, every step a stinging
pain. Behind him, he could hear Boromir cursing and then - crying. His own
tears streamed down again. He knew that what had happened wasn't really Boromir's
fault, because the warrior's mind was raped as well as Frodo's body was. But
he didn't think he could ever bear the sight of Boromir again. And with the
Ring around him, the man would always be dangerous.
Separated from the warrior, the Ring lost its fire slowly, getting cold again,
the runes faded. A deep sigh escaped Frodo. He knew what he had to do now.
He couldn't risk for the others to be hurt, for Sam … and therefore,
he had to go. Alone…
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