"My Own Private Gondor"
Part 2
by Vagabond

 

Warnings for this part: Nasty sex scene. Use of the `f…' and `s…' word. Use of vulgar speech.

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The night had just begun and I was near a break-down already. Standing in front of an old ram-shackle house, I tried to compose myself. Faramir and I were in trouble. Big trouble, and I didn't know how to manage it. Still lightly trembling, I thought about my encounter with Elrond merely minutes ago and a cold hand seemed to squeeze my heart. Tears of despair and fear stung in my eyes, showing my helplessness. For what could I do, beside hoping for a wonder? Damn elvan bastard…

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"Boromir!"

I winced. Fuck, that was Elrond. He surely wanted the rent and I didn't have the money, yet. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My thoughts were still in turmoil because of Faramir and the last thing I needed now was a discourse with Elrond. So I quickly placed an innocent smile on my lips and turned towards the Elf. "Elrond! – Sorry, but I'm really busy. Waiting clients, you know."

Hurriedly, I tried to pass him, but the Half-Elf stopped me with an incredible swift movement, his elegant fingers clawed into the thin fabric of my tunic. "Your clients have to wait a minute longer." he said coldly, and then the tirade began.

"Boromir, you know as good as I that I cannot make any exceptions. At the beginning of a month, I want from my boys that they pay me my share. That's the deal for a nice little room in my house and my protection."

<'Nice little room', yes, sure.> - The room was so small that Faramir and I barely got our beds in it, and every morning we were glad that the cockroaches hadn't eat us while we were sleeping.

I swallowed. My tongue seemed to stick to my palate, and I needed a moment before I could answer. "I know, but it wasn't going well for me last month. I… I was ill… and couldn't work for six days. "

The lines of Elrond's face softened a little as he studied me closer. "A client? How bad was it? Shall I do something?" he asked carefully.

As if he would really care about *me*! `Old daddy' was surely just concerned about the quality of his ware.
I sighed. "No, just leave it. I… I'm well again. But as I said, I couldn't work for six days. - Shit, I couldn't even walk." I added with a humourless laugh. "So please, if you give me just a little respite I will…"

Inexorably, Elrond shook his head. "No. You know the rules. I'm really sorry that you were hurt, and if you want me to `take care' for the man who did it, I will, but you have to understand that I cannot make exceptions. If I allow this to you, then the other boys will come begging me as well, and I will lay in the gutter soon!"

My gaze swept over his pale beautiful face and the fine clean garments he wore and his words became pure irony. Someone like Elrond doesn't end in the gutter, I knew that all too well. Early I had learned that those who were depraved and bad get even more rewarded for being mean.

But what should I do? There was nothing I could say or do to change Elrond's opinion. I could almost feel how I lost all the color in my face and despair was slowly beginning to fill me.

Of course, Elrond didn't miss that. His right hand slid through my hair and further to my neck, where his fingers began to stroke and to circle over my now ice-cold skin. With an insufferable caring expression on his oh-so-pretty face, he sweetly said "Look, why not let Faramir help you a little, hm? I told you more than once, that you both could live much easier if your brother…"

<Damn Bastard!> I thought, but loud I shouted "No! I will rather die before Faramir has to do this, too. I do not care about me, Elrond, but believe me - I will do everything I can, that my brother never has to sell his ass!"

Angrily, I glared at the Elf, who disapprovingly drew one of his eyebrows up because of my outburst but did not speak further. Weakly now and in an apologising voice, I added "You will get your money tomorrow, I promise."

Elrond sighed and gave me a warm smile. Possessively, his hand slipped under my tunic, lazily trailing over my chest and stomach while he chatted in a playful voice. "Better do so, my dear. You are one of my best boys in the stable, Boromir, and I would regret to lose you, but there are a lot of other pretty blondes who will take your job immediately, you know that."

When he drew his hand back, I noticed, that I had tensed up, and I took a deep breath to relax. Don't know why, but lately I had difficulties with someone touching me. Of course, it's bad for business, normally it does not please the clients when you are a fearful shaking wreck. I knew I had to handle my problem, or Elrond would find out sooner or later and take care of it himself. Valar, the very last thing I needed was that Elrond gives me new `lessons'!

Relieved, I thought that he hadn't perceived my little shudder, because he patted my shoulder in a fatherly way and went up the stairs to his rooms. I was also about to go, when he turned to look at me again and said as incidentally "You haven't visited me in my rooms for a long time, Boromir… We should really do something about that, don't you think? So would you give me the pleasure of your company tomorrow night, my dear? " His eyes flashed, obviously he enjoyed his little game.

<Like a cat playing with the mouse.> I thought. It made me feel sick. What had I done to deserve this life? I didn't understand why people feared everlasting pain in afterlife, I mean, it couldn't be more worse than a life like that, or? I heard myself saying "Sure, as you wish." and somehow I even managed to give the Half-Elf a smile.

When I heard him stepping upstairs, I sank down at the wall, trembling all over. I felt like vomiting. Everything seemed to go wrong… And above all was the rent. How could I get that much money by tomorrow? Even if I would work the whole night, I couldn't get that much money!

A desperate sigh escaped my lips. What now? I only wanted to crawl into my bed and never stand up again. But Faramir… I couldn't let him down. He is my little brother, so vulnerable and still so innocent, although he lives among scum. I couldn't allow them to break him, no, never… So I pulled myself together, and hoping that I would find a way as always, I stepped into the street, searching for men who would spend their money on me.

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And now I was standing in front of this old tenement and the really worse things were still to come. – It was Tuesday, and that meant I had an appointment with "Trishn'Ushk".

<Alright… breathe… you can do it… it's just an Orc.>

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It was a small room. Bare, except for a bed that creaked on every movement and an old unsteady chair that was now occupied by a very fat Orc. Indeed, Trishn'Ushk was so fat, that his huge buttocks had difficulty finding enough room on the wooden seat, that jarred most disapprovingly, when the Orc let himself fall on it.

`Ushk' was a guard, as were most of the Orcs who live in Minas Tirith. They aren't paid that bad and mostly they spent their money on ale and whores. I lived from clients like him. He paid well, and sometimes, when he had a good day, he even gave me some coins more than required. Of course, it didn't make the job easier. He was an Orc nevertheless, and although he was one of the good-natured kind, he also was one of the most ugly Orcs I had ever seen.

I mean, his enormous dark belly was flabby, and black wire-like hairs were spreading all over it; his head was bald, except of the warts with which he was really richly presented; a wine-sour foul stench escaped him whenever he breathed; normally he smelled like dead fish and let's not talk about how he tasted… No, although he paid well, I couldn't say that I looked forward to our "encounters". But I had to pay the rent, and Faramir and I needed something to eat.

So I was standing in Trishn'Ushk's room again, as I had every week in the last three years, and after a few words about how his job was going (he just grunted) and how unfair it was that again he didn't get the position of a captain (he grunted a little more), we came to the business part.

I think, Ushk didn't love the Humans very much for how they treat the Orcs, but he loved to take his pleasure from them. We are so different to his kind. Sometimes he told me that I'm pretty, that he liked my looks. He said it in that creaky orcish voice and I knew he thought of himself as being `higher standing' than I, because he paid me, because he used me. Although I think, he really liked me in a strange way, I'm sure it satisfied him that he could command and use a Human as he wished, taking revenge for his everyday humiliation in the city of Men.

Now, he looked expectantly with lust-fevered eyes at me and I knew very well what he wanted. I knew how he liked it the best.

Slowly, I took my tunic off, let it seductively slid over my shoulders and to the ground, allowing him to admire my smooth skin for a moment. Then I stepped closer towards him, positioned myself between his thighs, so he could touch me. Clumsily, his hands began to play with my chest.

Ushk's fingers are thick and callused, and it hurt when his broken nails scratched my nipples. He thought that I enjoyed it (as if anyone could!), because I made him believe so. Lazily, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, thrusting my hips towards him. He chuckled, and one of his hands slid over my groin to my cock. He began to rub it through the fabric and my thoughts were drifting away.

<Just don't think of this Orc rubbing you. Think of something nice, something really hot, something extremely arousing, think of… Aragorn!>

I held my breath. Oh shit, how did it come that I thought of him every time when I was…well, `being with my clients'? That wasn't normal, was it? He was my friend, my buddy, we were like brothers! <Valar, I think I love him.>

Looking down at Ushk, I had to bite back a grin, when I saw him helplessly fumbling with the leather strings on my trousers. With skilled hands, I helped him to loosen them and the trousers fell to the ground. Ushk grunted joyfully, and greedily his hand grabbed my cock. I bit my lip and tried to imagine how it would feel with Aragorn doing this to me. Yes, this was a pleasant thought, and very arousing, too.

I moaned, and Ushk felt apparently invited by this, for he let his sticky tongue join his hand and began to lick roughly over this pulsing and well-experienced part of my body. This was definitely too real to be ignored and my imagination shattered and faded. I trembled a little with discomfort, but Ushk misinterpreted it as always. He grunted with his strange orcish voice. "Yes… don't hold back, boy." He was sweet, wasn't he? And I didn't disappoint him. Whimpering with faked need, I thrust violently into his fist until I came with a loud groan.

He liked it when the seed hit him, because he liked it when I had to lick it off from him. It was his turn now and I dropped onto my knees.

Sometimes I'm glad that he is too fat and lazy to actually fuck me, but when I had his huge member in front of my face I always considered otherwise. Exerted, I tried to block out that he was warty `there', too, and let my tongue swirl around my lips to wet them, before I took his cock into my mouth and began professionally to suck him off.

Did I tell, that he has his earlobes pierced? I mean it's common that Orcs do so, but in Ushk's earlobes was so much metal that they hang down onto his shoulders! It gave him a very odd and scary look.

Now these earlobes were swinging back and forth, matching the rhythm the Orc's hips thrust, when he tried to get deeper into my mouth. I would find it funny, if it wouldn't be me who had to suck his huge, throbbing, smelly, fucking warty prick… My hands rested on his flanks and I stroked the sweat-sticky flesh while my mouth slid up and down on him again and again, forcing the huge cock deep down my throat.

Ushk moaned and made that scary gargling sounds those made my flesh creep. I tried hard to finish him, sucking and licking his cock like mad, hoping that he would have his release soon. <The sooner he gets it, the sooner I'm out of this room!>

In a corner hummed dozens of flies, which were busy working on a rotting piece of meat. Surely it stank terribly, but the Orc's `scent' eclipsed that. The `idyllic atmosphere' was completed by the bawling of Ushk's neighbor, who obviously beat his wife up again. Her painful whimpers effortlessly carried through the thin walls.

I was distracted from the scene, when Ushk pushed his cock into my mouth till his wrinkled hairy balls slapped heavily against my chin. With deep guttural sounds, the Orc came, his big claw-hands tugged painfully at my hair. I'm used to Ushk, but still I had to suppress the retching, every time the Orc's black foully tasting seed flowed down my throat. But I swallowed and moaned as if I couldn't get enough of it, knowing that it would please him.

When he was done, he dropped a few coins at me and let himself fall onto the bed, grunting satisfied while he spread himself on it.I fastened my trousers and wiped my mouth clean, hesitating for a moment and considering if I should ask him for a little more money or not. I decided to give it a try and stepped towards the Orc. Who became obviously sleepy now.

"Uhm, Ushk?" I pleaded with my well-tried honey voice. "Could you perhaps give me some more coins this time, please? You know, I haven't paid the rent yet and Elrond is getting impatient. Please? You get one night for free next time, I swear!"

During my speech, I tenderly caressed the sweaty skin of the Orc, drawing patterns on his wobbling belly. The Orc grunted in his good-natured manner. "One for free?" he asked, but hesitated a little.

"One for free." I confirmed. "And you can bring a friend with you, if you like." I whispered promising.

Now Ushk was grinning. With his thick fingers, he fished for the additional coins. "Just because I like you, boy." he murmured when he gave them to me. Quickly, I let the money disappear in my pocket. "Thank you, Ushk, you are the best!" I happily smiled at him. He just grumbled, but I knew it was his manner to show emotions.

Immediately, I left the room without looking back. I would meet the Orc again soon enough, when the other would come to claim his promised night. And it would be a long and hard night, far beyond the money I had gotten just now. Ushk would make good use of that night, that's for sure. But I needed the money so badly, I couldn't risk that Elrond threw Faramir and me out.

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Back on the street, I put my clothes in order and hastily chewed a few times on a piece of root that was used by the whores to get rid of the persistent taste of semen. Then I walked in the direction of the market place that surrounding dark alleys would now awake to shameless, sinful life.

I knew these stinking alleys wall. Often enough I had felt their cold cruel presence creep into me, when I was with my knees on the dirty ground, serving nameless men in dark corners. Yes, I had walked nearly every one of those streets, knew the most of the men here not by their faces but by their cocks.

Only one alley I avoided. - The one where all began. That I couldn't bear. I didn't want to think about how everything could have ended here, or have gone a different way…

I came to a street that after awhile opened to a small circular place, with a little well in the center. It was a popular meeting point for the street whores, because they could clean themselves up here after they were with a client, and also have a little chat with the others.

Tiredly, I went on, paying no attention to the bunch of people that noisily chattered and laughed. But then I heard a chuckle that was very well-known to me and my heart made a leap. "Aragorn!" I smiled and turned in his direction.

"Yes, it's me." he laughed, appearing from a group of boys with which he had shared a pipe. "How did you know?" Playfully I punched him into the stomach and winked at him. "I smelled you." I teased and he laughed more and ruffled my hair in friendly affection.

A sweet smelling cloud waved towards me, when a tall slender figure walked with a expression of utterly joy over to us. Legolas. And there was no doubt that he was totally high again. "Boromir!" he shouted and hugged me as if he hadn't seen me in years. I rolled my eyes at Aragorn, who grinned, and wriggled myself free. "Silly Elfboy." I gave him a playful slap on his head and he snickered.

"Where is Fara?" I asked suspiciously, and Legolas smiled meaningfully. "I report, he is already back at home, because he was tired as he said. - So I brought him to bed." He giggled and I knew exactly what he meant. Protectiveness for my brother began to stir in me, but Legolas reconciliatory put an arm around me and gave me a smacker on the cheek. "Don't worry, `daddy', Faramir is well."

Still slightly worried, I started to say something, but Aragorn stepped beside me, putting one arm around me as well. "Sooo, now that this is settled – what will we do tonight? Do you fancy do go for an ale?"

Valar, how I wanted to do that with Aragorn! To do `anything' with Aragorn. But I couldn't. I had to work. "No, I'm sorry, I would like to, but I have to work. Elrond wants his share tomorrow."

Understandingly, Aragorn looked at me. "Too bad. But perhaps tomorrow? I mean, you won't miss the party, or?"

The party? I must have looked really puzzled, because Legolas giggled and poked me into the side. "Haven't you heard, yet?" he asked, and I shook my head and looked at him with a dutiful curious expression.

"Gandalf is in town!" the Elf announced, as if it were a big surprise and Gandalf a long awaited messiah. Legolas threw his head back and laughed, jumping around me as if he were mad. <He `is' mad.> I corrected myself with a grin.

I could feel my brows draw upwards. "The old pointy-hat is back?" I asked disbelievingly and Aragorn answered with a deep, somehow dreamy, sigh. "Yes. The good old Gandalf… - That means fun!" he said with sparkling eyes. "I will pick you up by your place in the afternoon, alright?"

I nodded. Hopefully, I could resolve my problem with Elrond before then. "See you tomorrow." I said, more to Aragorn than to Legolas, but the Elfboy already was joining the other boys again anyways, reaching for the pipe.

Aragorn gave my arm a squeeze and smiled. "I hope so. Man, I'm so glad that tonight I don't have to work anymore. Had my share of fat stinky old man already!" He gave me a hug and then walked towards the others.

Longingly, I stared after him for a moment, my gaze fixed on his back, wandering slowly downwards… <Pull yourself together, Boromir!> I warned myself and rubbed over my tired eyes. I scooped some cloudy water from the well and had a wash, trying to clean myself from Ushk's scent and touch. At least, I could wash away the physical traces… the dirt… all that dirt…

Then it was high time to hook myself a new client. I decided to try my luck near the white walls today. It wasn't Elrond's domain, but I knew that the more well-off men were looking for their pleasure there. It was dangerous to poach in someone other's domain, but if I had luck, I would get far more coins for only one fuck than I would normally get for three. I had no other choice than to try it.

 

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