Master

“Well, well, young Rumil,” Lord Elrond entered the room dressed in the formal robes of state he wore when attending his mother- and father-in-law. The dark burgundy silk outer robe, heavily embroidered with gray and white thread, hung to his knees and revealed a lighter weight under robe of deep violet. What lay beneath the robes was any one’s guess.

Rumil sank to his knees. He remained uncertain as to whether or not his master would still welcome him. Long years sometimes passed between Elrond’s visits to Caras Galadhon. Rumil’s duties did not allow him to visit Rivendell.

Long fingers brushed his hair, traveled down Rumil’s chest and paused at his tunic laces. “So, my lovely pet, you have almost remembered.”

Rumil swallowed. Before, when he’d come to his master, he’d always been unclothed. This time, his reception in doubt, he’d elected to remain clothed. “I did not wish to presume, master.”

Elrond yanked hard on Rumil’s braid. “And still you presumed by covering your body from my sight.”

“I have erred. I pray your forgiveness, master.”

“In time, my pet, in time.” Elrond moved away towards the chest. “Stand before me as you ought.”

Immediately, Rumil climbed to his feet and began stripping off his shirt, leggings and boots. He folded his clothing neatly, as Lord Elrond detested sloppiness, and placed them on a stool. Quickly, he unbraided his hair and then bound it all back again at the nape of his neck. When he finished, he went to stand before his master with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.

Lord Elrond’s fingers came into view as they hovered over his chest. Then a fingernail traced a path down the center of his chest all the way to his cock. Roughly, his member was seized and Elrond’s warm palm stroked him, turning his flaccid cock hard with only a few deft strokes. His master could always arouse him, no matter what. With his cock sufficiently thickened to Elrond’s liking, Rumil waited breathlessly for whatever came next.

He watched as a leather thong appeared and was wound around his balls and his cock so that they were pinned tightly together. Rumil knew he’d feel some discomfort later, when he lay writhing from whatever ministrations Lord Elrond inflicted and aching with the need to spill himself. For the moment, all he cared about was the method, not the result.

Elrond moved behind him, then, and a warm hand brushed over his ass. The hand squeezed and caressed and then administered a stinging slap that made lots of noise but did little else. Rumil understood the depths of his master’s displeasure. Fingers wriggled between his cheeks, pushed into him roughly and kept on pushing, so that he almost rose up on his toes. He bit his lip to stifle his surprised grunt. The fingers spread wide, pulled him open, so that he felt exposed in a deeply intimate way. The stretching of his tight ring did not hurt. Something cold pushed against his opening and his muscles tried to contract and Rumil fought his own body even as Elrond mastered it. The thing pushed into him grew thicker, forced his muscles to their limit; buried itself deeper and deeper until Rumil bit back a strangled whimper. Then it tapered down so that it was locked by his own muscles so deeply in his body that Rumil imagined his could feel it in his belly. His inner muscles throbbed and burned. His body tried to reject the foreign object, even as his own need accepted it. His cock, tied up like a pretty package, pulsed. In this state, he stood with head bowed and hands rigid behind his back, and trembled.

Rumil heard rustling behind him. Then heard the soft squeak of the bedsprings.

“Come.”

At last the awaited summons came and Rumil turned to see his lord, stripped of his clothes and resting on the bed. Pillows propped up his back and one leg dangled off the edge of the bed. His clock lay along his hip. Elrond took it in one hand and Rumil walked stiffly forward to kneel before his master. Elrond touched the back of his head, not roughly, but gently so that he came forward on his own and his mouth opened wide as he drew closer to Elrond’s member.

Rumil knelt, with his cock twitching in its restraint and his rectal muscles throbbing and his mouth watering, against Lord Elrond’s thigh. He sucked his master deeply into his eager mouth, forcing his head down until he was filled with his master all the way to the back of his throat. He could feel Elrond growing harder as he swiped his tongue up and down the underside. He opened his jaws wider, to accommodate the girth, felt his joints creak in protest, and shoved himself down until the dark curls between his master’s thighs tickled his nose. Slowly, he raised his head, allowing the cock to slide from between his lips. At the head, he clamped his lips firmly and swirled his tongue over the slit before sliding back down again. He swallowed and hummed as he lowered his head, using every trick he knew to please his master.

Elrond made no sound or movement to indicate his pleasure or displeasure. He kept his hand on Rumil’s head to steady the younger elf and allowed his slave to take his own initiative.

Rumil tasted his master on his tongue and at the back of his throat. His jaws ached and his eyes watered. Still he kept up the slow rhythm. His own cock brushed against Elrond’s calf and the sensuousness of it drove Rumil crazy with need, so much so, that he had to concentrate on keeping his hips still. The hand on his head tightened, pulling at his scalp and Rumil raised his head. Lord Elrond’s cock was fully erect, darker where blood coursed through it, with balls drawn tight.

“Well, well, my sweet pet, you have not forgotten all that I have taught you, it seems.” Elrond purred. He twisted around on the bed so that Rumil squatted between his thighs, and then he rose so that the young warrior was forced back on his heels. Taking Rumil by the sides of his head, Elrond thrust his hips forward and Rumil opened his mouth to accept his master’s offering.

This time, Elrond was not gentle. He thrust in and out of Rumil’s wet, hot mouth quickly and steadily, until he felt the younger elf’s throat constrict. He watched Rumil’s eyes close and saw the silvery tears glisten on the pale cheeks. He knew the tears weren’t from pain or humiliation, but a simple reaction to his length and width. So he continued.

Rumil did not have time to think about the smoothness of his master’s cock or how salty and tangy his master tasted. He did not have time to think about his own need and the way his hips longed to thrust forward or the way his muscles clenched and unclenched around the plug inside his ass. After only a few minutes, all he had time to think about was swallowing all his master’s delicious essence as it spilled down his throat.

Elrond held himself still for a moment, allowing the tremors to subside. He’d never had a slave so willing and eager to taste him and he’d forgotten Rumil’s special trait. After collecting himself, he went to his chest and drew out a rough sort of pillow. It was thick and wide, stuffed until the seams nearly burst apart. Instead of soft cloth, the covering was of dark rawhide, rough but pliant from much use. He tossed the pillow on the bed and then patted it, indicated that Rumil should lie atop it.

Rumil climbed on the bed and lay with his legs draped over either side of the pillow. His face rested on the mattress so that his ass was higher than his head.

“Stretch out your arms.”

Rumil moved his arms so that they lay spread along the bed and knew that his master had forgiven him, for this command could only mean one thing. He heard a sharp whistle followed by a loud pop. And then he felt the sting. He relaxed into the punishment, allowing the waves to wash over him and around him so that he did not feel pain or humiliation. The rhythm established itself and Rumil’s body responded. The plug inside him scraped over his sensitive gland and he ground his teeth. He resisted the urge to lift his buttocks to meet the swing of the paddle. Each stroke sent him scooting over the pillow and the rough texture teased and tortured his restrained cock and added to the level of pleasure.

Elrond timed his strokes carefully, planted each one just so. Contact was made with smooth, white flesh, so that each stroke slightly over lapped the previous one. Rumil’s bottom would sting and remain red for a while, but there would never be any permanent damage to the warrior. When Rumil’s ass was sufficiently reddened and the warrior was beginning to moan softly against the sheets, Elrond set aside the paddle. He put his hand between Rumil’s thighs and the warrior raised himself up. Elrond slipped the rawhide thong loose and dropped it to the floor.

Rumil could not stop the whimper that was ripped from his throat as the thong came free.
Fire spread throughout his groin. His cock, now freed, leaked onto the pillow. Cool hands on his bottom pushed him back down again. And now, when the blow came, Rumil gave full voice to his pleasure, crying out loud with every stroke and grinding his cock against the rough fabric. He writhed and moaned and bounced as his mastered wielded the paddle against his sensitive bottom. Sweat pooled in the small of his back, dripped between the crack of his ass, and coated the backs of his thighs. He wound his hands in the sheets and just managed to avoid spilling his seed before his master commanded it. The blows changed tempo, coming faster and faster, with each stroke harder than the last so that Rumil bounced on the bed. When he was finally allowed his orgasm, Rumil ground his hips hard against the pillow and squeezed his thighs. As his seed soaked into the rawhide and his body trembled, he cried his master’s name.

He lay trembling and gasping. His rear stung and burned. He felt the plug being pulled from his body and hissed softly. Just as his body resisted the intrusion, it resisted the removal in equal measure. The plug left him open and he could feel his ring slowly beginning to shrink back to its normal size.

Elrond gathered his garments and started dressing. “Are you returning to your duties?”

“No, Master.”

“I shall have dinner sent up to you.”