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Master	By : Nightgrauen Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As promised
Elrond returned for the midday meal... and for the evening meal. And the next
time returned it was time for his last meal of the day, which Elrond so fondly
had called �bedtime snack� when last
he visited.

Legolas
heard the door open and closed his eyes, which had been staring listlessly at
the ceiling... hour after hour; the feeling of helplessness and desperation, he
had so succesfully ignored for the last 5 minutes, returning with a vengeance
that robbed him of his breath.

He sobbed
behind the gag and turned his head away from the door to stare out of the
balcony doors to a starless night. He could not even find solace with the
stars. Everyone... everything seemed to be against him...

A hand on
his stomach rose him from his sorrowful musings, catapulting him back into an
even more desperate reality he could not flee from.

�Hello, my
Darling!�, a voice whispered. The hand retreated from his stomach, lifting a
lamp globe, lighting the candle within and placing the globe back over the tiny
flame.

Legolas
looked up and stared into the smiling face of the Lord of Imladris. A smile
that never quite reached the deep pools that were Elrond�s eyes, and which
always burned with an unquenchable fire.

�How are
you, my puppet?�

Legolas
huffed and demonstratingly turned his head away to again stare out of the
window. A chuckle answered his enforced silence. Elrond could not help his
amusement. Oh... how he loved these
moments...

�Well then
my little princeling, how about the bedtime snack?�

The
Elf-lord crossed to the other side of the bed, a tray in his hand which Legolas
had not noticed before. Where had it come
from?

Legolas
blinked as he felt the first gruel enter his oesophagus, forthing its way down
into his stomach. When had Elrond
attached the feeding bag and the tubing? When had he filled it? Something was
not right with him... he felt lost in a swirling sea of emotions that sucked
away his grip on reality and time. Lost... alone...

�Ah... well
done... you did not choke once!�, Elrond declared as the procedure was finished,
patting Legolas� cheek as he seperated the feeding gag from the endless tubing
attached to it.

�I guess...,�
the older elf paused as if contemplating some serious matter, �I guess I should
reward you. What do you think?�

At these
words Legolas lifted hopeful eyes to Elrond. Would he finally led him go? Wherever that would be to? Or free him of
this gruel device? Oh how he hoped... but...

Legolas
closed his eyes in despair at the merry glint in his master�s eyes, only to
have them shot open again at that very thought. Master... when had he begun to think of *that* elf as... as...
master. Never before like in that moment, had he wished to cry out the anguish
of his fe� to the stars... to
Elbereth... to the Valar... to everybody that would listen...

... but he
could not. His body slumped, loosing all will to fight; fight his pain, fight his
situation, fight Elrond... the one who had masterd him. He did not want to
fight anymore battles he could not win. Had he ever had a chance to win anyway.

�NO!�, his despodent mind screamed at
him. �I never had. I am weak and pathetic. My being here is my own fault, I
let myself be caught. This has to be the punishment, this will be my fate. And
I well accept it... like the eager little *puppy* I am. Always was...�

Legolas
felt the restraints on his arms and legs being loosened. So this was his
reward?! He should be happy and grateful, shouldn�t he? Waggling his little
stuffed tail/behind to show his appreciation. He couldn�t. No, he simply rolled
to his side, staring listlessly out the balcony doors... again... waiting for
*his* master to return from the bathing chamber, for there his master had gone
to.

When Elrond
returned, he was clad only as Il�vatar had created him; one of his finest works
it seemed. The Half-elf�s eyes glimmered, reflecting the light of the glowing
lamps in the room. He came to the bed, sat down and crawled under the bedding.

His precious little prince right next to him.
What more could he wish for. Ah... he would simply enjoy...

Legolas did
not react as Elrond cuddled close; did not react to the hand that snaked around
his waist or to the hot breath on his neck; did no react to the fingers almost
gently stroking his golden mane. He simply accepted. It was his fate after all, wasn�t it?

But as the
questing fingers left his mane and found that *thing* in his entrance, he forcefully
had to restrain his body from flinshing. The fingers pressed and rotated the
pear-shaped device in his passage, rekindling feelings of discomfort but also
evoking other, odd feelings. Everytime Elrond pressed on the plug, he felt as
if a tiny spark had found its way into his inner passage.

A most odd feeling...

When Elrond
started to pull the anal plug from his passage, Legolas could not help but
whimper behind the gag. A sharp, burning pain shot up his backside as the
widest part passed the sphincter and slipped from his body. Blop. There... it
was gone... and now... now... he felt empty?! Legolas whimpered again, not out
of pain but of fear; he did not understand these feelings.

�This can�t be right. I should NOT feel this
way!!!�

Cool air
hit the inner walls of his rectum, burning, making the muscle of his entrance spasm
and quiver. Then, suddenly, there was another feeling. A hand touched his still
open hole, circling it with slick movements, slipping inside, then back out.

�NO!�

The Half-elf�s
intention was all to clear now to the Elf-prince and he tried to wriggle away,
but the arm around his waist held fast and drew him back.

�Ah, ah
now... my little puppy... you won�t be going anywhere. You will not disobey
your master again.� Elrond�s arm had tightened painfully around Legolas�
middle, his voice taken on a steely edge, betraying the almost cheerfulness of
the spoken words.

No, he
would not have this little princeling think he was in control of this; not the
situation, not his body or thoughts.
Never again. Legolas was his, from now on he would cease to exist in the
fashion he had been used to. Elrond would create the younger Elf anew, after
his own vision. Carrot and stick always worked best.

And in that
process, he would get everything from the prince, he needed. Foremost the
knowledge of the plans of Mirkwood and Lorien. But well... this was talk for
another time. Now it was time for (what
he thought to be) the *carrot* and he simply wished to enjoy his precious gift.
He turned.

After
scooping up some oil out of jar on the bedside table, he turned back to the Prince.
Loosening the grip he had on him, he nuzzled the slender neck in front of him
and resumed strocking that quivering entrance, sinking one slick finger inside.

Legolas jerked
and his body tightened, together with the muscle of his entrance, clamping down
on that invading finger. It did not really hurt... he was still loose from that
*thing* he had worn in his rectum all day.

Another
finger joined the first and stroked and stretched his insides, the discomfort
grew, but he did nothing. To frightened of the Elf-lords reaction.

Yes, he was frightened, and he was ashamed of
it. But had he not sworn to himself to accept this punishment the Valar had
inflicted upon him? It was his fate after all...

But as a
third finger joined the other two, he could not help but flinch and whimper. It
hurt... Valar� it hurt so much. His body shook with repressed tears and Legolas
jerked as he choked on the gag.

A soothing
hand began to draw small circles on his stomach even as the other resumed
stretching and preparing Legolas� opening. And though knowing it was Elrond�s, Legolas
soaked up the comfort its motions provided.

�Shh... it
is well, my princeling. It will be over soon... I promise...� Elrond�s husky voice
whispered against his neck. In that same moment the fingers in his passage were
withdrawn and replaced with the blunt head of the Elf-lord�s arousal.

Before
Legolas even had a chance to tense with the realisation of what was to happen,
Elrond sunk his stiff elfhood into the virgin passage, sheathing himself fully
in the Elf-prince�s tight heat. A hoarse groan wrung itself from Elrond�s lips
to mingle with Legolas� mute scream.

Ah... finally...

Elrond�s
body hummed ... vibritated... with life after he had felt the younger Elf�s passage
yield to his cock... to his forceful thrust. And he sighed as its warmth seeped
into his own flesh. A dark desire awoke in his blackened soul, but he would not
give not in to this desire, for he knew if he did, he would ruin this elf...
ruin his best chance to overthrow the other Elven-realms.

Legolas
held the key...no... was the key to his plan. And he knew, he had to break apart
this shell... this body... and reform thr young spirit within slowly... bit by
bit... one step a time. Or else, he knew, not even the strongest spell, would
keep the tender fe� from fleeing to Mandos� Halls. For now he just wanted to
accustom his young charge to the presence of his cock.

�And he soon will learn to crave it...�

So he
reined his desire and stroked away the tears of anguish on the pale porcelain
skin of Legolas� cheeks. �Sh... my darling... my sweet little prince... shh...�
he continued to whisper sweet nothings, trying to soothe the distressed soul in
front of him, and its owner.

Minutes uncounted
passed before Legolas finally registered something other than his own pain and
lost innocence. Words ghosted over his neck to his ear and seeped ever so
slowly into his consciousness. Sweet nothings. Yet it was all there was to have
and so he closed his eyes, absorbing them to ease his pain.

Elrond drew
his arms tighter around the shivering form in front of him and whispered
suggestively into a pointed ear: �Sleep my little prince, sleep!�.

And sleep
Legolas longed to, for a deep exhaustion overwhelmed his body, suddenly.

When he
drifted off at last, Elrond�s cock was still nesteld within the warm folds of
his body.

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