Obedience

Galdor breathed slowly and deeply as his dark eyes followed his lord around the room. His arms were bound at shoulder height and his legs, too, were spread and bound with heavy leather cuffs and chained to the wall behind him. A padded support extended from the wall and nicely fit the contours of his back, forcing his hips forward while allowing him to recline his head. His cock jutted from between his thighs, quivering slightly and dripping with thick pearly drops of his own semen. There was no gag in his mouth; one wasn’t needed. He knew how to please his lord and master and he prided himself in his ability to remain silent regardless of Elrond’s actions.

Elrond walked slowly towards Galdor, swinging a cat-o’-nine tails languidly in one hand. He was dressed in black leggings and boots and nothing else. His smooth skin gleamed in the firelight and his dark hair was pulled into a tight braid at the back of his head. His stiffening cock was visible beneath the black breeches and his lean hips swaggered just a little, emphasizing his erection. Elrond took his eyes off Galdor for a moment and calmed his raging excitement. A master could never become too excited by the image of his slave. Then, without any foreshadowing of what was to come, he swung the small whip in a tight arc, the leather ends connecting soundly with Galdor’s right inner thigh.

/slap/

Nine, short, angry welts appeared on Galdor’s leg just inches from his tightened scrotum. The advisor did not flinch or even inhale sharply. Though he had no warning, he knew from experience what was to come. Nor did he fear the bite of the lash. His master knew exactly how to lay the leather across his skin so that he did not inflict pain, but rather pleasure.

/swish/

The whip whistled and again connected with Galdor’s eager flesh. This time, welts appeared on his lower belly, just where the dark, springy curls of his manhood began. His cock bobbed in greedy response and Galdor laid his head back on the black leather head rest and stared up at the ceiling. The fresco depicted a fountain with splashing nymphs and he began tracing the line of fountainhead with his eyes.

/slap/

/swish/

/slap/

The lash rose and fell with increasing rapidity as Elrond’s arm worked tirelessly upon his slave. Soon, Galdor was scored from knees to chest with red marks, criss-crossing back and forth over his torso; his hips; his thighs. Faintly, red marks glared from the hairs at the base of his cock. But no marks showed on his cock or his drawn sack. No, the skin of both was smooth and unblemished. This was the mark of a true master, for no matter what, Lord Elrond’s control never wavered, never slipped. He did not touch the sensitive flesh of Galdor’s manhood, but rather allowed his whip to dance all around it.

/hiss/

/smack/

Once again the whip sang through the air and connected with Galdor’s flesh. This time, the advisor could not quite suppress his little groan as the tips of the lash bit into his puckered and sensitive nipple. Sweat trickled in rivulets down his torso and the cuts burned.

/whistle/

/slap/

The air around Galdor’s aching cock moved as the whip passed it and landed gracefully inside his thigh. This time, the leather ends wrapped around his leg and bit harshly at the skin below his buttocks. Galdor’s felt his member dance uncontrollably and he gritted his teeth. The muscles of his jaw flexed with his effort. He could not afford to lose control. His heart sounded incredibly loud and he just knew that Elrond’s keen hearing detected the staccato rhythm.

Elrond stepped back and admired his handiwork as he laid the whip on the table beside his wine. His own cock ached to be freed and he could feel moisture seeping into his leggings. Walking forward, he lightly traced the underside of Galdor’s cock with his fingernail and smiled widely as the member literally jerked and twitched at his touch, spraying his hand with little droplets. He wrapped his long, strong hand around Galdor and then pumped once. Twice. The skin moved over the hard muscle, pulling the tight balls forward and back. Galdor’s teeth sank in to his lower lip and his whole body trembled. Leaning forward, Elrond unbuckled the braces holding Galdor’s arms above his head and then stepped back to arm’s length, though he kept a tight hold on Galdor’s cock, as though it were a leash.

Allowing his arms to fall to his sides, Galdor waited patiently for his master to tell him what to do next. At Elrond’s signal, Galdor bent forward and quickly unfastened the restraints on his ankles. There were no words shared between them. There was no need. Galdor was, for all intents and purposes, Cirdan’s counselor. But his body and his soul belonged to Elrond and no other. The hand holding his cock released him and a long finger pointed to the floor and Galdor slipped to his knees and raised his face expectantly. His hands he held behind his back.

Elrond unlaced his breeches, freeing his member at last. Taking his cock in hand, he stepped close to Galdor and ran the head of his member over the full bottom lip. Galdor’s lips parted invitingly and Elrond’s gray eyes narrowed angrily. Galdor’s lips clamped shut, mentally berating himself for the tiny, but all too devastating, infraction. With his other hand, Elrond grasped Galdor’s hair and held his head in place as he whipped Galdor’s face with his cock.

Droplets of Elrond’s essence splattered Galdor’s cheeks, his lips, his hair. The heavy cock did not bruise or hurt as it struck his face. Hot cum splashed over his lips as his master allowed his seed to spill over Galdor’s face and drip down his chin on to his chest. The welts stung as the salty semen flowed over them. Galdor swallowed his disappointment as he would have greedily swallowed his master, had he been allowed.

Elrond grunted softly as the last of his essence dripped from his cock. He stepped away from Galdor, watching disappointment war with obedience and lust in the dark eyes. He could not resist an evil smile. Poor Galdor, he thought, mercilessly.

“Good night, Lord Galdor.” He turned, picked up his wine and his whip and left the small chamber.

~*~ End ~*~