Duty

Galdor glided through the dim corridor on soft, slipper-clad feet. His midnight colored robe rustled around his feet and ankles, sweeping smoothly across the floor. His pale face was serene. The dark eyes glittered with an unnamed emotion. His long hair was pulled back from his head in a braid that ended just above his waist and was as thick as his wrist. The style was unusual for Galdor of the Havens, at least as far as his public self was concerned. For his private self, that part of him that only his Master knew, it was an odd mark of submission. Turning the corner, Galdor approached a closed door. Without pausing, he pushed open the wooden portal and entered the chamber.

The bathing chamber was deserted, as he'd expected. Moving quickly, he lit candles and incense and laid out towels and scented soaps and oils. Combs and brushes were located and placed within easy reach. The water in the round bathing pool was heated to just the right temperature. When he was satisfied with is preparations, he stripped away his robe and folded it neatly before laying it carefully aside and kicked off his slippers. It was not his nature to be careless or sloppy and that was how, so many years ago, he ended up in Elrond's service. It was also how, so many years ago, he became more than simply Lord Cirdan's representative in Imladris.

His penis was thick and hard, just the way his Master liked, and bound tightly by a violet silk ribbon. Galdor hardly noticed the tightly drawn sac or the purpled and needy head any more than he noticed the ache in his loins. His sexual desire was long ago perverted into a different type of desire. It was the desire that comes from being completely owned and possessed; a devoted slave to a beloved Master. There was not another elf in all of Middle-earth who held even a moment's interest for Galdor. He only lived to serve his adored Elrond, to please that noble Noldo. Kneeling by the pool, Galdor settled comfortably with his head bowed and his hands laced behind his smooth back.

His sharp ears detected the soft click as the locking mechanism turned and his naked body registered the change in air temperature as the door opened. He did not turn. There was no need. In Imladris, there remained an unwritten, unspoken rule that this chamber belonged to Elrond once the moon rose. Galdor stared at the tiled floor and controlled his breathing. He spent his days in his Master's company, but then he was but one of many who lived and served in the valley. He was but one of many with ink-stained fingers who worked diligently for Elrond Peredhil. He was barely noticed against the likes of Master Erestor and Glorfindel the Balrog Slayer. Only at night, with the last of his daily duties fulfilled, did he truly become Galdor— the elf molded, created, by Elrond. Once the moon rose in the velvet darkness, he submitted to the whims of his own mind and, ultimately, to the whims of his Master. A hand caressed his bent head and Galdor nearly purred. Anticipation flooded his body, sent shivers along his spine, and raised gooseflesh along his arms.

"Come," Elrond said softly as he walked towards a bench.

Galdor followed on his hands and knees, crawling over the cool tile. As his Master patted a sturdy bench, Galdor climbed on to it. His Master moved behind him and Galdor felt something cold probing insistently at his entrance. He breathed deeply and felt a round object slide into his passage. A second followed suit, quickly followed by a third. They were heavy and large, making him feel full and slightly stretched inside. He clenched his muscles tightly around the three balls.

"All done," His Master said softly and tapped Galdor lightly on the rear.

From the corner of his eye, he saw his Master's feet walk towards the pool. Covertly, he watched as the lithe body slowly entered the water, barely rippling the surface as he submerged. Dark, unbound hair spread out over the water, floating like strands of silk thread. His Master's head broke the surface and his dark hair streamed down his back like a black sheet. Placing himself against the edge of the pool, Elrond leaned back and crooked a single finger at his pet.

Galdor knew what that meant and he scrambled quickly from the bench and crawled forward until he knelt beside his master. The balls rolled lightly inside him and brushed against his inner nub. Sweat broke out over his body and he had to force himself to concentrate on keeping his muscles rigid as he struggled to hold the balls inside him.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second as his bound cock twitched in response to the liquid heat coursing through him. Before his Master could notice, however, he regained his equilibrium and moved to the side of the pool. He picked up a cake of almond scented soap and worked into a lather that he rubbed into his Master's skin. He knelt forward, rubbing his soap coated hands over the strong chest, reaching down to the waterline. He allowed his eyes to linger hungrily over the thick cock bobbing languidly beneath the water. Bringing his hands back up, he caressed the broader shoulders and reached beneath the thick mass of dark hair and smoothed his fingers between the sharply defined shoulder blades. This was one of his favorite pleasures for it allowed him to touch and caress his Master indiscriminately. When he'd at last washed all of his Master that he could reach, his Master moved away and rinsed his upper body. Coming back to the edge of the pool, the elf silently climbed from the pool and sat perched on the edge. Galdor climbed down into the water and began the ritual again. The smell of almonds tickled his nose as he bent low in the water. Fingers glided over the hard thighs and moved deftly in between them to ghost over the stiff cock and tight sac. He did not linger, as he might have liked, for to do so would invite his Master's ire. Instead he moved lower, over the long legs and narrow feet. Finishing the bath was like torture for Galdor as he sluiced the last traces of soap from his Master's body. This duty, so unlike the others he performed in Imladris, was a true source of pleasure that he relished each night.

Strong hands rested on either side of his head and pulled him forward. He did not resist, but followed his Master's silent command. And when the heavy, swollen cock brushed his lips, he eagerly opened his mouth and accepted the offering. He tasted the remains of the soap on his tongue and felt a heavy hand twine around his long braid. Standing chest deep in warm water, Galdor leaned forward over his Master's hips and suckled greedily at the long cock thrust against the back of his throat. He placed his hands on either side of the corded thighs and opened his mouth and relaxed his throat and forced even more of the cock into his mouth. He swallowed and felt his eyes tear. He breathed slowly through his nose. His body trembled from strain and excitement and longing. Without waiting for further instructions, he bobbed his head slowly, raising and lowering it and allowing his tongue to slide over the underside of his Master’s cock. He felt the thick vein bulge against his tongue and the pulse beat through it that seemed in keeping with his own. He kept his lips firmly clamped around it, holding it upright as he sucked and licked his way from shaft to tip. His own body pulsed against the balls buried inside him and it was all he could not to rock his hips forward as the objects stimulated his prostate. He felt his Master's body tighten and braced himself and moments later he heard a soft grunt and hot seed erupted into his mouth. His fingers curled into his palms as he struggled to swallow the milky fluid. He sucked and licked the softening member until the hand wrapped in his braid pulled his head up.

"Enough," Elrond spoke at last. The fingers of his free hand traced his pet's lip, wiping at white flecks that had escaped the eager tongue. He tried not to smile. Galdor's eagerness and dedication were unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He pushed past his lovely pet and submerged in the water again, rinsing away the traces of his passion.

Beneath the water, he could see Galdor's restrained member. The silk ribbon was ruined and the frayed ends dangled in the water. He flicked his wrist, indicating that his pet should leave the pool. Casually, he retrieved another cake of soap and dipped it in the water before passing it to Galdor. The elf took it and held it loosely, expectantly.

"Prepare yourself," Elrond commanded as he leaned against the edge once more.

The soap was slick in Galdor's hand and he rolled it around and around in his palm, creating thick suds. Dropping the soap by his side, Galdor leaned back and spread his legs. Reaching down he wriggled his fingers between his cheeks, searching for the puckered opening. The soap burned as his pushed his finger deep inside. He ignored it, just as he ignored that first twinge of pain as his muscles were breached. His thigh muscles tightened as he strained against his finger and the balls buried deeply inside him. Soap slicked his passage as he removed his finger with a soft plop and, before his body relaxed completely, he deftly inserted two fingers, feeling his ring stretch tight around them. His bound cock began to throb as his long, slender fingers brushed the large balls and pushed them deeper still. Galdor grunted a little and his hips involuntarily left the floor. His fingers forced the objects to turn slowly, rotating against the smooth interior muscles and pushing continuously against his inner button. Sweat beaded his chest and upper lip and his body strained with need.

Elrond propped one elbow up on the edge of the pool and watched his pet pleasure himself. The fingers disappearing in and out of Galdor's tiny opening reawakened his soft cock so that it stirred hungrily beneath the water. Absently, he fondled it, as if stroking a favorite cat who had jumped up on his paperwork: gently and without intent. His pet's sac was purpled as he strained against the combination of the cock restraint and the invasion of his backside. It would be easy, mused Elrond, to reach over and untie the knot holding Galdor's balls and cock together, preventing his release. It would be so easy to humiliate his slave by forcing him to spill his seed unexpectedly and without leave. Elrond shook his head. As much as he enjoyed taunting his favorite pet and pushing him beyond his limits, he had no wish to truly humiliate him or harm him. But just maybe...

Before he could second-guess himself, Elrond's hand flew out and the ribbon dangled from his fingers even as Galdor yelped and pearly fluid splattered his stomach and chest. Elrond watched as his pet panted, eyes wide, and hands frozen. A brilliant red flush crept over his skin. Climbing from the pool, Elrond moved quickly between the elf's legs, forcing them apart with his own knees. He dragged his fingers through the creamy fluid and slathered it on to his own cock. When he was fully coated, he snapped his finger at Galdor to get his attention. When the elf met his gaze, he made a motion with his fingers and Galdor promptly rolled on to his knees, his bottom rising gracefully in the air.

Elrond's hands clasped his pet's hips firmly and parted his puckered opening. Deftly, he inserted two fingers and extracted the balls one by one. He tossed them on the floor and the metal casings rang dully on the tiles. Holding Galdor steady, he thrust hard and deep, sending both he and Galdor skating over the water-slick tiles. Galdor dug his knees and palms into the floor, desperately trying to maintain his balance even as his Master's quick, sure thrusts caused him to slip and slide. Galdor's struggles tightened his muscles and Elrond clenched his teeth as his cock was wrapped tightly inside his lovely slave's body. The squeezing pressure was exquisite and his fingers dug deeper, holding Galdor even more tightly as he increased his tempo.

With every muscle straining, Galdor was barely able to keep from slipping all the way down on the wet tiles. His cock dangled between his legs, slapping rhythmically at his thighs with each of his Master's thrusts. Already, he could feel himself growing hard again. Several sharp slaps rained over his backside and he bit his bottom lip to stifle his pleasured moan. He could feel the heat on his firm mounds rising with each blow. Nails bit into his hips and Galdor could feel the shuddering climax as it rippled through his Master. He strained, pushing back against his Master, willing a final stroke against his inner nub that would give him release once more. But it was not to happen, for as quickly as his Master spilled himself, he withdrew.

Elrond rose shakily to his feet. His pet always left him feeling drained and completed; nearly boneless, really. He moved to his clothes and rummaged through the cloth until he found what he sought. Walking back to Galdor, he knelt behind his pet and laced his own leather hair thong snuggly around the now heavy penis and sac, binding them tightly together once more. He landed a final slap on Galdor's bottom before retrieving the lavender silk ribbon and tying up in own hair. He slithered back into the pool and rinsed himself off and then clambered back out again.

"I believe the sandalwood," he said as he lay face down on a bench.

Galdor got to his feet and retrieved a bottle of oil and returned to his Master's side. Pouring a generous amount into his palms, he began messaging it into Elrond's skin. He began at the shoulders and worked slowly, methodically downwards, leaving no single inch of skin unexplored. When he'd done with the back, Elrond turned over and lay with his hands behind his head. Galdor again took up the oil and spread it over his hands. As he massaged his Master, he felt the nipples beneath his palms peak and watched as the limp cock lying on his Master's thigh slowly stirred to life once more. As he moved his hands over the flat planes of his Master's stomach and down over narrow hips, he hesitated.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, my pet?"

"Master." Galdor's head bobbed and his braid slipped over his shoulder.

Elrond grasped the braid and tugged hard enough to yank Galdor's head down into his lap. As he lay there, Galdor's tongue protruded and he delicately touched the tip to the slit in Elrond's cock. Of it's own volition, the member came alive, nearly leaping towards his mouth.

Laughing, Elrond stroked Galdor's dark head. "Who has trained whom, eh?"

Galdor did not reply, as one did not seem necessary. The duties he performed he'd learned from his Master and he did these things willingly. His lips closed over the head, holding it gently while his tongue continued to dance over the pulsing head. He swallowed hard as his Master's hand slipped between his legs and caressed him. The touch was so gentle that, at first, Galdor did not know quite how to react. And then the fingers squeezed him and could not hold back his groan. Slick hands pushed into him, fully, stretching him wider and wider, forcing him open and he whimpered softly around the cock in his mouth.

His three fingers splayed open as he shoved them deep inside his pet. Elrond listened attentively to Galdor's gurgling moan. He knew by the sound of it that his favorite was not in any distress as he flexed his strong fingers. The hole did not open easily for him. The stressed ring was slightly pinker than normal. He watched idly as his fingers slid in and out, stretching Galdor wider and wider. The suction on his cock increased and Elrond's lips twisted into a smile; such easy use. He closed his eyes and allowed the sweet sensation of Galdor's warm mouth on his cock to wash over him. He felt his climax coming closer and he arched his back, shoving as hard as he dared into Galdor's willing mouth. He felt his pet swallow to accommodate him and with a soft sigh, he spilled himself once more into Galdor.

Sitting back on his heels, Galdor waited for his Master. He could not feel his throbbing erection and his balls growing heavier with need. It almost always happened this way, however. He'd spend time in his quarters, stroking himself to full erection so that he could bind his penis the way his Master preferred, and then he'd hardly notice it at all. At least, he didn't until his Master drew it to his attention.

Sitting up right, Elrond chucked Galdor gently beneath the chin. "You've performed your duties most admirably. You may join me later, after you had a moment to clean and refresh yourself." He rose then off the bench and retrieved his robe and left the chamber.

Galdor sat on his heels with a coy smile playing about his lips.