"My Own Private Gondor"
Part 3
by Vagabond
“Get lost, you little slut! Move your dirty ass to
the domain you belong to and don't steal *my* clients!"
I made an obscene gesture at the boy who had spoken those words, and continued
to walk towards the man, who was waiting a few meters away. The other boy
started his stream of abuse again, but I ignored him and flashed a reassuring
smile at my client, who looked somewhat nervous now. A first-time client maybe,
oh dear... They could be so sweet and amusing, but it always was a hard time
to get them take their clothes off at all, or mine. Mostly, they wanted `to
talk a little' first, and that meant, you had to endure his whole story of
life and how much he loved his wife and the four children, before you could
even try to touch him. It's funny, how fast they lost their shyness then.
Wife and children were completely forgotten when they fucked their brains
out with a cheap street whore, giving into a desire that would be derogatorily
judged by their fine ladies, doing things they would never dare to wish from
them.
I wasn't sure if my client was one of them. He looked a little lost and insecure,
but his eyes had searched the lines of rent boys as if he exactly knew what
he wanted. Obviously, he had looked for a special type. That wasn't unusual,
each client had his favorites. Some preferred blondes, others dark-haired
boys. Some wanted their whores *very* young, others looked for the more experienced
boys. As long as there were still enough men who just wanted a good fuck,
not caring which eye color you have or if you already had five clients this
night, it was nothing to worry about. There would always be enough clients
to earn some money. But to be someone's *type* also meant, that the client
would probably return to you, and that he would pay you very well, if you
made him feel that he was special for you, too.
So I was his type, and the other whores vented their rage
by insulting and threatening me, for they knew very well that I didn't belong
in this area of town. It surely wasn't healthy to steal their clients. I had
to be more careful in the near future. Better to not show my face to the wrong
people.
*
He had taken me to a little inn, where you could rent a room being sure that
the inn-keeper would not remember your face, when you paid him well. I was
used to that. Of course, my noble respectable client wouldn't take me to his
home, it's better to leave the ugly things of life outside. I only wished
I could do that, too.
He was a man about fifty and of very well-groomed appearance. Like most Gondorians,
he had dark hair that was woven with fine strands of grey already, and stern
looking pale-blue eyes, a man, who normally hold his head high with pride
and self-confidence. But right now, he looked more helpless. Time to take
care of the matter by myself.
"What do you wish of me to do? How shall I be for you?" I whispered
and carefully approached him. "Just tell me what you want, there is no
need to be ashamed."
He swallowed and passed his hand over his face. He not even dared to look
at me directly. Boy... this would be a long night! I suppressed an annoyed
sigh and gently touched his arm. "Do you want me to take my clothes off
so you can look at me?" I tried to ease his tension. He slowly nodded
and I took a step back and began to remove my clothes one by one.
His eyes really stuck to my body now, and after awhile, his breathing became
more and more relaxed and deep. When he finally spoke, his voice clearly gave
his arousal away. "You have a nice body, " he slowly began, "I...
I have a son your age... He is a fine boy, I'm very proud of him. You look
a bit like him, you know?" Ashamed, he looked at me before he continued,
unsure if I understand what he meant. " I love him so much..."
The last words were not more than a whisper, shyly muttered. But I knew exactly
what they meant, what he wanted. Oh yes, I knew... Again I felt that great
tiredness and I wished nothing more than to sink into it. Why couldn't the
Valars send me a *normal* client tonight? I felt so worn-out... But I smiled
encouragingly and stepped closer towards the man, slowly sinking onto my knees
before him, my hands gently laid onto his thighs, head slightly bowed. "What
do you wish of me, `father'?"
I heard him inhale deeply, and glanced up to see if I had struck the right
note. Oh yes, I had. His eyes blazed with passion and he drew me onto his
lap with a fast impatient movement. My arms put around his shoulders, I rubbed
against him as if I would try to search comfort in his arms, but of course
I made sure, that he got full awareness of my naked body.
He swallowed hard and gently stroked over my hair, his other hand carefully
sliding up my back. Eyes closed, he smiled at me. "Siron…",
he whispered, and bent forward to kiss my cheek, "my boy…"
His voice was cut off, when his desire overwhelmed him and he gripped me hard,
buried his head against my neck and began passionately to suck and bite the
tender skin there.
Unashamed, his hands roamed over my body now, kneading my buttocks and longingly
rubbed over the cleft. Almost whimpering in ecstasy, my client was totally
captured in his fantasy. He avoided looking in my face, surely to not shatter
the illusion my willing body built up for him, and kissed my chest instead.
"Such a fine body" he murmured and began to lick, "How much
I love you, my beautiful son…"
*
Back on the street, I deeply breathed the cool night air into my lungs, trying
to banish all the unpleasant images of the last hour from my mind. Suddenly,
I felt incredible sick. I swayed and took hold on a wall, when everything
went black for a moment. What was wrong with me?
As if an answer to my silent question, my stomach clenched hurtfully, and
reminded me, that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. That could
be a reason… As well as the fact, that I hadn't fully recovered from
the `incident' two weeks ago, that I slept bad, and that my body seemed to
hate every touch at present. I was rapidly going downhill, and I knew it.
But Faramir… Laboriously, I put one foot for the other, making my way
home with weak insecure steps. I had to work, I really should, but it wouldn't
do when I dropped down stone-dead after the next fuck. I would just have to
work even more the next day. And maybe, if I could pleasure Elrond enough
to appease him, he maybe would give me a little more time to… I gasped
for breath, when the next raging pain shot through me, and I sank down on
my knees, helplessly writhing. One hand flat on the ground, the other pressed
to my aching stomach, I waited for the pain to subside.
"Can I help you, boy?"
Alarmed, I looked at the man, who had so noiselessly appeared a few meters
away, and panic flashed through me when I realized what a helpless state I
was in, not able to run or to defend myself. Instinctively, I backed away,
but he followed me slowly, his hands raised in a calming manner.
When he came closer, I saw that he was an old man, tall and thin, with long
snow-white hair and beard. His gaunt pale face was a landscape full of wrinkles
and dark shadows and gave him a very frightening look. His smile was friendly,
but he gave me the creeps nevertheless. What did he want? Surely, he was an
old pervert. I have an eye for such men, knew them quite enough. First, they
are all friendly and polite, but you are hardly at their place then they demand
things of you, that you couldn't imagine in your weirdest dreams! A shudder
went over me, when I thought of my last experience with a `nice old man'.
"Are you hurt?" He carefully eyed me up, his gaze raking over my
body, dark intense eyes sparkling with *something* . I shook my head and backed
further away from him. I was really afraid now. No one was on the street beside
us, and surely no one would help me either. "Leave me alone." I
said aggressively, and cast him an angry glance.
Now, he gave me a disappointed look, but stopped, just watching me closely.
It didn't last long till he had figured out the state I was in. "Are
you hungry?", he promptly asked, "I could give you something to
eat. I have a nice warm room not far away… I'm new here in town, you
know. Have some business to do here. I could need someone to show me around…
"
`I KNEW IT!', everything in me screamed and I tried to get on my feet again.
Before I could do anything, he was at my side and helped me up, his hands
a moment too long on my body. "My name is Saruman." he told me and
smiled again, while the long nails of his hands gently stroked over my back.
"What's yours?"
"Boromir." It was out before I could help it.
Now his smile became more sugary, and obviously, he thought that I was willing
now, because he put an arm around my waist. Brusquely, I shook it off. "I
have to go home." I said and put some space between us as fast as I could.
I could feel his covetous lascivious eyes on me when I walked down the street,
but to my relief, he didn't follow me. A new wave of nausea overcame me and
I fought it down with all my will. I was more than glad when I finally reached
Elrond's place. I really needed some rest now.
*
Faramir was already sleeping, his breathing deep and relaxed, the blanket
tightly wrapped around him, only one foot was showing out. Gently, I put the
foot back under the thin cover. Then I sat on his bed for a moment, listened
to my brother's steady breathing, while I watched him sleep. And before I
could help it, the tears were falling, running down my cheeks and dropped
onto the blanket with a low splashing sound. Giving a deep low moan, Faramir
suddenly stirred, and hastily I stood up, wiping the tears away.
Again and again I searched the room for something to eat, but found nothing,
not even a breadcrumb. So I had to go hungry to bed, hoping to get some rest
without my usual disturbing dreams. I was just about to drift into sleep,
when Faramir began to speak.
"You can't go on like this. It will kill you."
I dug my fingers into the pillow, holding my breath, but said nothing.
"I thought about some things today. Maybe… maybe I should help
you. You know… work like you… We could live far much better, if
I…"
I jerked upwards so fast and violently, that my bed creaked loudly in protest.
"NO!"
”- But it can't go on like this. Boro, please, it's the best…"
I jumped out of the bed and went over to my brother, gripping him by one arm
and dragging him upwards so that he had to face me. "Did Elrond put this
idea into your head?" I hissed, searching his almost fearful eyes for
an answer "I swear, I will wring his fine elvan neck, when he did…"
"No, it wasn't Elrond! It was my idea, really." he said quickly,
"Boro, please… It was my idea, I swear. I just thought, that…
it would be easier for you…"
I gave a bitter laugh. "Easier? Do you really think, it would be easier
for me, if I knew that you sell your body on Gondor's streets? Do you think
that, Fara, hm? – You know, the only reason why I do this day to day
is because I want to protect you. I want that you have something to eat, and
a bed where you can sleep safely. This is what I have sworn to you and to
myself, after mother's death. This is the thought that keeps me going, keeps
me alive. I would have died long ago without you…"
For a moment, there was absolute silence, then my brother
said in a very weak, very pained voice "So it is because of me that you
have to suffer."
Unbelievingly, I looked at him, at his sad eyes, shimmering with tears, and
a strangled sob forced its way out of my throat. Helplessly, I took Faramir
into my arms, rocking him as if he was still the five year old boy I had sworn
to that I would care for him. "No," I whispered into his hair, "no,
Fara, do never believe that it is your fault! Don't do this to yourself. I
suffer of this town, of all this sick and mean people, but you – you
are the only light in my life. You *are* my life, Faramir. I don't know what
I would do without you."
He said nothing, just put his arms around me in return, his face buried against
my neck. Tenderly, I stroked over his hair, while I continued in my speech,
saying nonsense about how everything would go better soon. How we would save
a little money and then go away from Gondor. I waited for my brother to give
in, as he always did, when we had such an argument. But this time, Faramir
was alarmingly quiet. I got nervous. "Promise me," I pressed him,
"promise me, that you will not do something foolish. That you will not
try to sell yourself on the street."
But still he said nothing, instead, he freed himself from my embrace and tried
to turn away. Cold fear began to well up in me and I gripped his chin to force
him to look at me, but he lowered his gaze. "Promise me, Faramir!"
I demanded more desperate now, almost angry. "Fara, please..." But
my brother stayed quiet. He lay down on his bed again, carefully covering
himself and turned to the side, facing the wall.
I raked my fingers through my hair and cried lowly in pure despair. `Why do
you do this to me, Faramir? I couldn't bear it, if something happened to you.'
Slowly, I stood up and got into my bed again. I curled myself into a ball,
making me as small as I could and tiredly closed my eyes. `Valar, I can't
stand this life anymore…'
*
The next day, I tried my luck at the White Walls again. The coming autumn
brought rain and a biting wind into the town, and I felt even more miserable.
Hours passed, and still I had not one client today. Leaning against a wall,
I put my arms around me and tried to keep myself from shivering. I was so
terribly cold. Lost in my own troubled thoughts, I didn't notice that a client
was approaching me and I nearly jumped, when I heard a gentle amused voice
call to me.
"Cold? If you accompany me home, I'm sure we can warm you up a bit."
He was one of the most beautiful Elves I had ever seen! Pale skin, silver-shimmering
long hair, and eyes so deep and intense, that I thought he would look right
into my soul. Why should someone so beautiful pay for a lustful night? He
surely could have anyone he wanted, for free! But perhaps he had special desires
only a whore could satisfy…
I swallowed, but didn't think twice. Of course, I would go with him. He looked
very rich and I could think of worse clients than such a pretty Elf. I just
had to forget about Elrond for a while, had to banish some disturbing memories,
and this job could get really pleasant…
So I nodded and walked over to him, giving him my best `I'm all you ever wished
for'- smile. He laughed, and with a slight nod of his head, he gestured me
to follow him.
*
Valar, his house was huge! And full of wonderful things… Sculptures
and paintings, thick carpets, little fountains, and a huge fireplace in the
room he led me into.
"This is incredible. I have never seen anything like that." I babbled.
"As well as I'm normally not chosen by someone as beautiful as you."
I added, licking my lips as if casually, while I "secretly" glanced
at him, playing the shy one.
He chuckled and let his hand slowly trail over my chest. "So? I hardly
can believe that. Such a pretty boy as you." Then he put an arm around
my waist and lead me into another room, which was even more wonderful and
richly furnished as the first one - if it was possible-, and I was getting
more and more excited. But then my eyes caught two comfortable chairs with
high backs, which stood beside a heavy wooden table. Or better – they
caught the two persons, which were sitting there!
"I'm going to make some `preparations'," the Elf whispered suggestively
into my ear, pressing himself longingly against my back and gently bit into
my earlobe. "Make yourself comfortable while you wait." He winked
at the two others, who smiled back, and left the room.
‘- I should have know. It was too good to be true.' I thought, when
I stared at the two, who now grinned at me.
Aragorn and Legolas.
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