"My Own Private Gondor"
Part 4
by Vagabond

 

- This part is NC-17, some vulgar speech, rape mentioned, child abuse mentioned!!! -

"Boroooo!!!" someone chirped, and I glanced in Legolas' direction.

He lounged in his chair, one leg over the armrest, his head thrown back, and a bunch of grapes in one hand which he let dangle over his mouth, trying to pick a berry with his teeth.
While my brain still tried to assimilate that sight I let my gaze wander to the second person, who was sitting opposite from the Elf.

Aragorn.

I almost sighed. He was breathtaking... Clad in new dark leather breeches and a deep black tunic that looked like silk. His slightly curled hair was neatly combed, and he wore a delicate silver bracelet on his left wrist. Obviously, he had found himself a new patron.
Something that was impossible for me. There had been offers, yes, but to have a patron meant to stay with him most of the time, to sleep at his home, to be there - and ready - for him whenever he wanted, and I couldn't leave Faramir alone.
So I had refused the offers, and angered Elrond with it because it would have meant a good amount of money for him. Now no one asked for me anymore.

Almost hypnotized I watched how Aragorn moved the heavy wine-goblet in his hand in small slow circles, while he looked at me with a gentle smile.

"Don't worry, Boromir. He isn't a pervert. Lord Celeborn is just a real greedy one. You will see."

I stared at him for a moment, then pulled myself together and nodded, trying to let it look as uncaring as possible.
I was half on my way over to the table, desperately wanting to get some of that grapes and wine, too, when the door to the other room opened again.

Leaning against the doorframe the now very naked Elflord looked at us, sliding his hand over his bare chest and leisurely rubbing a pink nipple.
A cough to my right side told me, that Legolas had choked on a grape. But Aragorn just smiled and elegantly set his wine-goblet aside. Then he got up and walked over to Lord Celeborn, who now sucked two fingers inside his mouth.

"But your Lordship, you wouldn't want to start without us, would you?" Aragorn murmured, letting his beautiful hands trail over Celeborn's body generously.

The Lord sighed and immediately arched up into the touch. "Come," he whispered huskily, laying one hand on Aragorn's ass and urging him inside the other room, while a swift glance at Legolas and me told us to follow them.

*

The first thing I did when I entered the room was to look for any treacherous signs of danger. I had learned to do that in my early days on the street, after escaping a mad customer only by luck.

-//-

... I had turned fourteen, and it was only a few days ago, that Elrond had decided that I was too old and too used to be sold to his more exclusive customers anymore. He had sent me to work on the streets instead.

I was frightened as hell. Although I had been a whore for the last three years, I didn't know what to do, what was expected from me now. Before, Elrond had always sold me, praising my assets to the customer, asking him what he wished to do with me, setting the price.
Now I had to do this myself. And it was one of the hardest and most humiliating things I have ever done. To stand on a corner, with my skin-tight leggings and the half open tunic, trying to get the men that passed by to buy me for a fuck or a night.
Elrond had shown me how to turn them on, how to move and what to say to wake their interest, but finally being there, the next whore only a few meters away, I just couldn't do it. I couldn't get my lips to move. I really tried but no words came out. My body had decided to refuse to do what was demanded.

Man after man passed me, walking up to the other whores that shared my street and who showed with gestures and seductive smiles what they were willing to give.
I was thankful for every time a customer didn't seem to notice me but at the same time I felt panic well up in me. Elrond wouldn't be pleased. He expected money from me the next morning or worse things then a mere beating would happen. Already, I was shaking lightly in fear.

It was then that a tall man was finally approaching me, a friendly smile on his lips. He didn't look as greedy as the other ones, and he eyed my body up more in curiosity then in lust.
I tried a weak smile and he nodded pleased. Encouraged, I pulled myself together and walked over to him, lightly swinging my hips like Elrond had taught me. I told him my price and again the man accepted with a nod of his head. Then I followed him home.
He didn't speak one word till we reached his house, and although he didn't look threatening I began to feel uncomfortable.

Everything in his house seemed clean and neat. In soft spoken words my customer ordered me to take off my boots. He himself put his coat away and slipped into a new pair of clean boots, his tightly fitting thin gloves he left on.
I followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom, too trustful to really notice the straps on the bed nor to see a danger in the heavy wooden statuette to my right. I had only come one or two steps further, when everything went black...

Thinking of it later, I can't tell anymore how I was able to talk myself out of it. What exactly I said to convince him to let me go. The only thing I remember clearly is how he finally loosened the straps that held me, then sat down on a chair beside the bed, the bloody whip still in his hand, and gave me the chance to leave.
How I actually made it, wounded as I was, I can't tell. I think I remember that one of Elrond's other boys found me lying inthe street, bleeding and only half-conscious, and brought me back 'home'.

The customer... he had said I was dirty... soiled... And that I would dirty others with my body. That it was because of whores like me that the moral of the city became low. That we would seduce decent men to lascivious behavior and so tarnish their souls. With 'decent men' he meant himself of course. And he took out all his hatred on me, for having desires he seemed to see as wrong.

The words had hurt more than the rape and the lashes. I was nothing. A shame. In the end I agreed to that, screamed it under tears, and meant it. Maybe that's why he let me go...

-//-

Swiftly, my gaze swept across the room, finding many strange things one wanted to have a closer look at, but no obvious threat, and I relaxed slightly.

Beside me the Elflord and Aragorn were already busy. Aragorn on his knees before Celeborn, sexy and mischievous, licked and kissed his way up and down Celeborn's thighs, now and then caressing the Elf's groin lightly with his cheek.

Celeborn laughed, his voice husky with desire, and tried to get Aragorn's mouth on his cock by burying both hands in the long dark mane of the young man before him, urging him to the desired place with gentle force.
I could see the grin on Aragorn's lips when he gave a probing lick to the smooth elven flesh and earned a longing sigh in return.

Celeborn turned to mush under the young man's knowing hands. Eyes closed, pink tongue darting out between soft lips to wet them the elven Lord enjoyed Aragorn's skilled mouth, thrusting his hips forward in a slow steady rhythm.
It was a very erotic display and under other circumstances one might have found it utterly enticing. They both were so beautiful.

Aragorn's tunic was open, pushed back from his chest and shoulders as far as possible to reveal the tanned skin there. My fingers itched to take off the garment entirely, to slide it down over muscled arms, while I gently stroked Aragorn's hair aside, away from his neck, so I could kiss him there...

I was rudely awoken from this pleasant dream when I felt hands sneak under my tunic, with the obvious intend to take it off. I turned around so quickly and forcefully that Legolas stumbled backwards a step, looking at me somewhat shocked.
I could see the question in his eyes and shook my head angrily. Deep inside I felt horror. Sudden realization hit me hard like an Orc's fist and I felt numbness spread through my limbs. Celeborn would want us to touch! Maybe even to... I paled.

I stared from Legolas to Celeborn, who was still moaning and arching like a cat in heat, then back to Legolas, who now shrugged his shoulders as if to apologize.
A single golden hair came to my mind, which I had found in my brother's bed yesterday.
How could Faramir bear the thought that his lover got fucked by someone else each night? How could he touch him, kiss him... love him.

How could Aragorn ever love me?

The strange thing with Aragorn was that no matter how many he let fuck him, he never looked soiled or used. He was on the streets for 3 years now, enough time to exhaust a young body and to destroy ridiculous illusions and hopes but Aragorn's spirit was still free, enviably uncaring. I think a good part of that carefreeness had to do with the fact that Aragorn had a future. We other had none.

He would never love me.

I watched how Celeborn stepped behind Aragorn, gently sliding the tunic off, kissing Aragorn's shoulders and neck like I had wanted to. He peeled Aragorn's leather breeches off with an expression of almost childlike joy and possessively spread his hands over Aragorn's ass, rubbing and kneading the tight flesh there. Gently but insistently the Lord urged Aragorn onto the huge soft bed with the many pillows, his cock like a raised spear, ready to attack. Holding Celeborn's gaze Aragorn crawled backwards on the bed, licking his lips in excitement, and slowly spread his legs.

He was sin. His finely shaped hands slid down his chest and between his thighs, caressing the insides with slow seductive moves. He looked very debauched in this moment, lascivious, and there certainly was no being in the whole of Middle-Earth that could have resisted him.

A sound like a grunt came from Celeborn, and within an eyes's blink he was kneeling between Aragorn's legs, his hand stroking over the young man's cock in a gentle movement that was almost reverently.
Aragorn's mouth twisted into a smirk. He leaned onto one elbow now, sliding the fingers of his right hand through the silver strands of Celeborn's hair, and watched amused how the elven Lord enthusiastically licked a long trail from his balls to the tip of his cock.

To Aragorn's obvious disappointment Celeborn didn't continue but reached for a bowl with oil. But when the Elf began to circle Aragorn's hole with two fingers and finally slid them inside him, the greedy eager look on Aragorn's face returned. His hands gripped the finely carved wooden headboard of the bed, while Celeborn's cock pushed into him impatiently, making him pant.

And I just stood there and watched.
Countless times I had dreamed about it, had spent hours trying to imagine how Aragorn would look when passion overtook him. How his face would slightly flush maybe, how he would tremble with arousal, how he would moan, plead, smile, shout...

"Yessss... yes, give it to me hard..."

I closed my eyes and raised my hands to cover my ears.

*

Carefully, Legolas laid his hand on my shoulder, squeezing soothingly, and I dropped my hands, just standing there like a puppet, frozen in place. With a small sad sigh Legolas embraced me from behind and after a short moment of hesitation he leant his head against my back.

Some time went by before I noticed that no sounds were coming from the bed anymore. I risked a glance and my gaze met Celeborn's. He smiled at me.
When he beckoned me and Legolas to sit beside him, Aragorn stretched and made more room for us. I carefully avoided to look at him, for I feared the emotions that would with no doubt well up in me.

Celeborn opened my tunic and began to caress my chest, stroking over the ribs with his cool fingers and then up and down my sides, before he leant forward to plant a tender kiss on my navel.
I shuddered involuntarily, fighting the unwelcome arousal that spread through my body. I hated to get aroused when I was with a customer. Some of them found it extremely lustful to watch their whores reach climax. It turned them on more than anything else. One of my regular customers even loved to suck me. I didn't even need to touch him, he came like a wild boar as soon as the first drops of my cum hit his tongue.
For me it was like being forced to give up the last bit of control that was left to me. I didn't want to feel pleasure when I was used. But it doesn't matter what a whore wants and so I held still and allowed Celeborn to do whatever he wanted.

*

I hadn't thought that there were still some things concerning fucking I didn't knew of. Elrond had been a good teacher and could be quite a pervert sometimes when he was in the mood but it became apparent that Celeborn was extremely keen on experimenting.
The slapping of flesh against flesh became art, a strange painting of desire, when our bodies met again and again in different ways, melting together...

Aragorn's mouth on the Elf's neck, sucking, biting, dropping open-mouthed kisses, tongue licking playfully and greedy over blue-colored veins... fingers of one hand pushing between the Elflord's lips into his mouth... Aragorn's face twisted in concentration when he fucked Celeborn wildly, who's nails were digging into Aragorn's ass leaving long stripes of red on the dark skin...

Legolas above the Lord... eyes closed and mouth open while he rode Celeborn hard and fast... high-pitched desperate cries of pleasure... golden hair that cascaded over pale shoulders when he tossed his head back...

Sucking on Legolas' cock, like velvet between my lips, swallowing his desire... hands in my hair, on my ass, on my cock, fingers gripping me, bending me, pushing inside me... Aragorn's lips... breaking me...

*

Legolas and I could scarcely believe our luck when Celeborn filled our hands with coins. It was far more than I had ever got for a night. Aragorn only smiled. Money wasn't important to him.
Celeborn seemed very pleased and said that he was interested in seeing us again. Another stroke of luck. Maybe things were really getting better now?

But life is a bitch and so I had barely finished my last thought when suddenly I began to feel light-headed again. Swaying slightly I reached for Celeborn, who stood right next to me, already feeling how my legs gave in.
The last thing I saw was the shocked expression on the Elflord's face before everything went black...

 

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