Eomer woke with sunshine streaming through the windows. His ass felt sore and distended. He could feel his inner muscles flexing in response to the previous night's activities. He sighed contentedly and started to stretch when he realized his hands were bound above his head. He wriggled his feet and discovered that his legs were also bound. Eomer strained and looked and realized he was spread eagle and naked atop Lord Elrond's bed. The Elf who'd bathed him yesterday bustled around the room.
"Good morn, Erestor," Eomer called softly, unsure if he should even speak at all.
Erestor was decked out in green and gold with his hair pulled back in elaborate braids. He turned when Eomer spoke and bowed. "I have permission to release you for necessities and breakfast. You must be washed and fed and immediately returned to bed. You will have a guest soon."
"Lord Elrond," Aragorn bowed to his future father-in-law. "I
understand Eomer has been placed under your care. How is he?"
"He's better today. I think by tomorrow, he should be ready to get up and move about."
"Any idea what ailed him?" Faramir had joined his king and the Rivendell's lord.
"Indeed, I do, Faramir. He suffers from fatique. I do not think he has slept since Helm's Deep. The battle, the death of his cousin, his father and, I might add, the near loss of his sister has left him scarred. He will be fine in a few days time. His body was exhausted as his mind would not give him peace."
Aragorn's eyes lit up at Elrond's words. "Then the coronation ceremonies and weddings can go forward as planned?"
"Indeed, Estel," Elrond reverted Aragorn's Elven nickname. "I believe he told Eowyn to continue with the wedding arrangements last eve." He offered Faramir a smile. "I should congratulate you, Steward of Gondor, on such a fine match. Eowyn is truly a worthy bride."
Faramir bowed deeply. "Thank you, Lord Elrond. I will let her know her brother is doing better. Will she be able to visit him?"
Sadly, Elrond shook his head. "I am afraid not, Faramir. Today he rests. Perhaps tomorrow."
Eomer had been bathed in scented soap and then given a thorough massage with sandalwood scented oils by Erestor. He was then trussed and tied yet again to the bed. He wondered who his guest might be and, if he would be allowed to get dressed for it. He wondered if it mattered. He did not care who saw him in his state. Despite his kingship, Eomer cared not who knew that he belonged to Lord Elrond. To be possessed by one of Elrond's caliber was a great honor and Eomer knew it.
He relaxed against the pillows with his face turned towards the door. He felt mild surprise when Elladan strolled in. The beautiful son of Elrond nodded to Erestor and then turned to Eomer.
"Well, slave of my father, did you rest well?" His voice was cool and his eyebrow arched, reminding Eomer of Elrond.
Eomer nodded solemnly, unsure how to address Elladan. Obviously he was aware of his father's proclivities and did not mind them. Perhaps he even participated in them himself. Eomer blinked. Erestor had vacated the room, leaving him alone with Elladan. Was this the guest, then?
Elladan walked over to Eomer and laid a soft hand against the three welts along his back. "He has gone easy on you."
Eomer remembered Elrond's fist buried in his ass and tried to hide his satisfied smile. Easy was not the word he would have chosen.
"He told me you were his whore. Is this true?" The question was too casual and it gave Eomer shivers. He nodded in response. Dissatisfied, Elladan pinched Eomer's ass. "My father's slave may speak."
"Yes, Lord Elladan, I am Lord Elrond's whore."
Fingers trailed along the small bruise caused by his pinch. "Does this please you?"
Eomer thought carefully. "I am privileged to serve your father."
Elladan laughed and slapped Eomer's ass with enough force to leave a red handprint. "Clever, clever Man. I see why Haldir took you."
Eomer flinched, not at the stinging slap, but rather at the mention of Haldir's name. Elrond had prohibited him from speaking the March Warden's name. And, in truth, as much as he loved the Lothlorien, he knew it was unwise to dwell on the past. Especially when he was now the property of such a noble and worthy Elf.
"You know, don't you, Man of the Mark, that by agreeing to being my father's whore you have committed yourself to doing whatever he bids."
"Yes," Eomer licked his dry lips and wondered if Elladan had something special in mind. He felt his body respond and hoped that his reaction would not displease Elrond.
"He gave me leave to sample you." Elladan moved away from the bed and studied Eomer.
Eomer swallowed. And watched. And waited. What would Elladan do to him, he wondered. He did not have long to wait. Elladan removed a belt that had been lying unnoticed on a nearby chair. He flexed the leather, turning it over and over in his hands, as if he'd never seen anything like it before. Eomer felt his butt cheeks tighten in response. His cock twitched beneath him.
Anticipation gripped him as Elladan strolled back to the bed,
leisurely swinging the belt. He raised his hand and the belt flew through the
air in a wide arc and landed with a loud smacking sound against Eomer's thighs.
Eomer grunted. Elladan again raised the belt and swung it across Eomer, this
time connecting with the welts left on his ass from the beating by Elrond. This
time Eomer gasped. Elladan smiled. The belt whistled, followed by a sharp slapping
sound and Eomer cried out.
Whistle. Smack. Whistle. Smack.
Eomer panted and buried his face in the pillow. His mind retreated into a dreamy state where only the sound of the belt whistling through the air and the sharp sound it made as it connected with his flesh mattered. He fell in to the rhythm, allowing his body to relax and go with the punishment instead of against it. He grew more and more aroused.
The beating ceased and Eomer raised his head. Disappointment clouded his features. Elladan thought the sight quite comical and laughed. He leaned over and planted a kiss on Eomer's open mouth, slipping his tongue inside for a quick taste. Eomer pressed his lips closer to Elladan's warm mouth. He'd never been kissed by either Haldir or Elrond and he found he enjoyed the sensation. Elladan broke the kiss and wiped a hand across his lips.
"Not bad, whore." He ran his hand down the length of Eomer's body, setting fire to the welts. Bruises already formed where the belt had hit the same area more than once. Elladan dipped a single finger inside Eomer. The muscles of Eomer's ass tightened instantly around the digit. Eomer had to bite his lip from crying out in pleasure.
Elladan rotated the finger and then withdrew it. He walked towards a chest near the door and flipped open a drawer. He rummaged around for a few moments until he found what he wanted. He turned, holding something up for Eomer's inspection. At first, Eomer did not understand, but as Elladan grew closer he realized that the Elf held a large leather phallus.
He returned to Eomer and pulled open his cheeks. With one swift movement, he inserted the leather phallus deep into Eomer and twisted it around inside until Eomer had to bite down on the fabric covering the pillow. For good measure, Elladan gave Eomer one final smack on the ass.
"Father will soon return, little whore. I hope you don't
spill yourself on the sheets before he does," he said rather nastily. He
gave Eomer a seductive wink and exited the room.
Eomer held himself as still as possible. He knew that if he wriggled too much
he would do exactly what Elladan warned him against.
The following morning, Eomer awoke to Erestor bustling about the room. The seneschal
was quiet and efficient in the extreme and Eomer thought he was also Elrond's
property. This gave Eomer a pang of jealousy that he had to work to repress.
His armor and clean clothes were laid across the chair for him and he was not
bound, which surprised him. He stretched, luxuriating in the ability to loosen
his cramped muscles.
"Your bath is made ready, King Eomer. I have taken the liberty of getting your garments ready for the coronation." Erestor bowed with is hand to his heart in the traditional Elf way.
Eomer had almost forgotten about Aragorn's coronation and he rubbed at his face. "I do not know if I can face all those..Elves."
"Pardon?" Elrond had entered the chamber on silent feet and studied Eomer.
Eomer lowered his eyes. "I offended many of the Elves, Master, and I am reluctant to face them today of all days."
Elrond snorted in a distinctly indelicate manner. "As well you should. You will have to face them, however. I have given all the excuses for you I can. Today you make your grand reentrance. You should not worry over much. I will be with you, as will Elladan and Elrohir, and everyone knows that your grief overwhelmed you. I think you should find forgiveness easily enough. If you are truly humble. And even in this I will help you, my delightful little whore."
Elladan walked in, followed by Elrohir, at those words and Eomer studied the identical twins in a new light. They looked so much like their father that Eomer could not see anyone else in them. They were tall and slim with grey eyes and long dark hair. Their eye brows slanted upwards, just like Elrond's and they frequently raised them in similar gestures.
"You will pleasure them before you get ready for the coronation. I must depart for Aragorn's chambers now. Do not be late," he eyed all three males before leaving.
Elrohir stepped forward. "My brother tells me you enjoy the lash."
Eomer lowered his eyes, catching a glimpse of the red welts and bruises. "I do not fear discipline, Master."
Elrohir accepted the lash that Elladan brought over to him from the chest by the door. "Stand."
Eomer rose gracefully to his feet and Elladan positioned him with his legs braced and his arms held wide. Elladan grabbed Eomer's shoulders and leaned into him.
The first strike took Eomer's breath away. He had been staring so intently into Elladan's eyes that he never heard the whistle as the leather strap cut through the air. He arched into Elladan and nearly dropped his arms. At the last moment, he squared his shoulders and replanted his feet. He redistributed his weight so that his knees were flexed ever so slightly and his lower back took most of his weight. The next time Elrohir swung the lash, Eomer was ready.
And he fell in to the rhythm. Thwak… Thwak…. Thwak…. His erection grew and pre-cum dripped from his cock. He let his head fall back, his hair streaming over his shoulders. The punishment was delicious. He could feel his blood singing in his veins. Sweat slicked his back, stinging the fresh welts and he groaned with the pleasure of it. Thwak…Thwak…Thwak… His whole body trembled in ecstasy.
Elladan turned Eomer around and the lash bit deep into his stomach,
just inches above his throbbing cock and Eomer yelped. Never before had he been
beaten so thoroughly. Behind him, he could feel Elladan's erection pressing
against his bruised ass. He let Elladan take all his weight. The Elf held him
easily. Thwak…Thwak…Thwak…
Eomer's head rolled languidly on Elladan's shoulder.
The beating stopped and Eomer opened his eyes. Elrohir rubbed thoughtfully at his chin. "You are no stranger to discipline. You will eventually make an adequate slave."
Eomer dropped his head, wisely hiding his expression of pride and biting his wayward tongue. He felt Elladan pushing him to his knees and sank to the floor at the silent command. He thought he knew what was coming and he bit his lip in anticipation. He discovered, through Haldir first and then through Elrond, that he had a passion for Elven cum. The clear, sweet fluid was like a drug in his veins and he craved it as some craved drink.
Elrohir disrobed and turned his back to Eomer. Blinking in surprise, Eomer could only marvel at the red stripes lining his back from shoulder to knee. He was even further surprised when Elrohir bent at the waist and braced both hands on the bed, exposing the tight opening between his cheeks. Elladan leaned around Eomer and pulled open the firm mounds of flesh.
"Taste him, little whore," Elladan commanded.
Eomer only hesitated for a split second. Then he, too, leaned forward and rubbed his bearded face against Elrohir's ass. He grinned to himself as Elrohir squirmed when his facial hair came into contact with his sensitive flesh. Eomer scooted closer, still locked within the circle of Elladan's arms. He pressed his tongue into the tight opening and sighed. He was not sure what he'd expected. But he discovered that Elves were sweet regardless of which part of them you tasted. He rolled his tongue in and out of Elrohir and felt the Elf buck his hips and press back into his face. He sucked and nipped at the tight hole and Elrohir groaned. Elladan reached around Elrohir and grabbed his cock and began smoothly pumping the distended flesh, making his twin pump Eomer's face even harder. In minutes the first of the twins came with a groan.
Eomer breathed deeply and slowly, trying to control his own impulses and desires. Never before had he been so sexually aroused. Elladan moved him so that he was no longer between the twins.
"Place your hands behind your back and…watch." He spun Elrohir around and impaled him with one long stroke.
Eomer watched in utter fascination as Elladan fucked his brother's ass. He gritted his teeth. And when Elladan came, Eomer had to clench his hands into tight fists. His cock twitched as though it were attached to a string held by a mad puppeteer. When Elladan had finished with his brother, he stepped back and pulled closed his robe. Elrohir twitched his own clothes back into place.
"Erestor is waiting to bathe you, little whore." He and Elrohir walked out arm in arm.
Eomer waited for Elladan and Elrohir to collect him from Lord Elrond's chambers. He was dressed in his finest wheat colored tunic and deep brown leggings. His leather armor had been cleaned and glistened as brightly as mail. Beneath his clothes his bruises and welts were hidden. Equally hidden from prying eyes was his erection. Erestor had taken strips of velvet and bound his cock against his stomach. To insure he remained aroused, he also wore the leather phallus deep inside him. After having spent most of the previous day with the device deep inside his anus, he had grown accustomed to the feel of the stiff leather and the even welcomed the mild discomfort.
Experimentally his rotated his hips and felt the phallus shift. He breathed deeply. He had a brief moment where he wondered if he would be able to get through the entire day without embarrassing his master. He pushed the thought aside. Disappointing Elrond was not an option. He would give the Elf no cause to be annoyed. He would give the Elf no excuse to dismiss him. He would do whatever it took to please Elrond.
Elladan, dressed in ceremonial Elven armor entered the room and gave Eomer the once over. "You look very handsome, little whore."
Eomer could have happily knelt and kissed Elladan's feet for the compliment.
The Elf brushed his lips against Eomer's. "Let us go, King of the Mark. My Father told me to remind you that you are a King and that you should remember to behave as one."
Eomer took the warning to heart. He was somewhat disappointed, for in truth he did not care who knew he slept at Elrond's feet or that he pleasured Elrond. But he knew his people would not understand, they would fear the Elf lord's influence and might rebel, throwing the Rohirrim into chaos. Today, he was Eomer, King of the Rohirrim. Despite his slave status, he must, in as much as possible, forget that only this morning he had received discipline from Elrohir or put his tongue inside Elrohir's body. He looked into Elladan's gray eyes, his own brown ones sparkling with life and arrogance. "I will remember, Elladan."
Elladan placed his hand to his heart. "Then let us witness the return of the king together."