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Death Long Suffered (NC-17) Print

Written by Alcardilmë

09 December 2009 | 33441 words

Chapter Seventeen – Flesh Unto Flesh

Terror filled Boromir when Faramir slumped against him, but the boy woke almost immediately, and shamefacedly apologized for his reaction to the kiss. Boromir was most pleased – and a bit proud. When he felt his brother’s newly hardened shaft against him, he took the small vial that he deliberately returned to their camp for from his tunic’s inner pocket, and poured a bit on Faramir’s straining erection and on his own fingers. He watched Faramir’s mouth turn into a small ‘o’ of delight. Chuckling he put a finger into his own hole, adding another within a moment. He withdrew them after scissoring a few times, then he kissed Faramir in as gentle a manner as his state of arousal would allow.

“Little brother. I would have you take me. It is a wondrous feeling, one you will like. I will kneel and help you enter me. Then, when you are comfortable, thrust forward. It is a sensation you will never forget.”

“I cannot take you, Boromir.”

“I wish it. With all my heart.” He continued to stroke Faramir’s now oil-glistened member. He smiled as Faramir shuddered. “If you think this feels exquisite, wait until you are in me up to your short hairs. Come now and be not afraid. I will help you.”

Faramir swallowed as Boromir turned over. The moon shone on the only part of Boromir not sun-darkened. Tentatively, he touched Boromir’s behind. He felt his brother’s body shudder and stopped.

“Please continue else I go mad, Faramir. That felt wonderful.”

“Oh Boromir. I… You like me to touch you?”

“There and anywhere else your clever mind desires. But now, Faramir! I ache.”

“Oh!” Faramir’s eyes filled with tears. “I ache too.”

“Then touch me, Faramir, please.”

Faramir stroked the firm buttocks, then found his hand moving lower, towards Boromir’s cleft. His face flamed in shame. “I dare not.”

“You dare or I will turn over and push you in forcefully! I cannot contain myself much longer.”

Faramir’s fingers slid down the cleft, then moved lower, almost of their own volition, bypassing what he furtively tried not to think about, and touched his brother’s balls, discovering not the soft rounded globes of his own experience, but ones as hard as stone. He bit his lip, cupped one and then the other in his hand. His own shaft, already rigid, twitched. He took both balls into his hand and held them, appalled and awed at the same moment. ‘This is my brother that I hold.’ His member pulsed. He touched the hole and quickly withdrew at Boromir’s sharp hiss. “Did I hurt you?”

“Oh Faramir. If you continue at this pace, I will be dead ere anything happens. If it hurts, I will tell you. Just take me before I die.”

Faramir snickered. “You would die of this?”

“If you do naught, I shall die of want. Faramir, you torture me!”

At that, Faramir fell backwards, stifling a cry of anguish.

Boromir turned and quickly embraced him. “I am a fool’s fool. I am sorry. This is not torture, Faramir, this is the purest of delights. Nothing in life, except being in your arms, is better than this. Forgive me. Perhaps if I faced you? You could take me from the front and watch as I writhe in bliss.”

“I think that would help,” Faramir said. “I do not want to hurt you, Boromir.” He began to weep. “It hurt me so much. Is there some way to do this so that it will not hurt?’

“You? Hurt me? Never. I should have thought of this before, oaf that I am. Just lay on top of me and I will help you enter me. It is easy, believe me.”

Faramir lay down upon Boromir. His brother lifted his own legs and settled them along Faramir’s ass. He almost came as Boromir took his member in hand and placed it against his entrance. Slowly, he pushed and Faramir could feel it pulsing against hard flesh.

“That is the muscle, Faramir. Once you have passed it, you will feel such joy. Now, use some force; I promise, it will not hurt.”

Shuddering, Faramir pushed and felt the muscle open, heard a pop and felt his cock enter fully into his beloved brother. He laughed in exhilaration as Boromir took him by the buttocks and shoved him against him. The muscle fully opened and Faramir found himself engulfed in such wet and wondrous heat that his breath hitched. His cock throbbed and pulsed as did Boromir’s fissure. He could not breath for the pure joy of it. Never had he felt such rapture. His body on fire, even his nipples hardened, he forced himself to stop and drink in the passion engulfing his body. He could not believe these sensations.

Boromir took his hips and pushed him back a little, then pulled him forward as Faramir cried out in wonder. Again, Boromir pushed and pulled him and smiled when Faramir moved, understanding at last what his role was. He jerked as Faramir took over the motion and screamed in ecstasy.

“Boromir?” Faramir pulled back but not entirely out.

“Do it again, if you can, Faramir. Right there. That is the place. Oh Faramir, do it again.”

Rhythmically Faramir’s body rocked. Engulfed in pure excitement, he delighted to see Boromir’s body react in kind, as he unwittingly stroked his brother’s prostate. He could not believe the erotic sound of his flesh hitting Boromir’s balls. He continued pushing in and pulling out until his breath caught and held. His mind-numbed in pure ecstasy as Boromir shouted his name.

Boromir’s scream turned into a continuous moan as Faramir stroked the gland with each thrust. Tears filled his eyes as he looked upon his beloved little brother’s bliss-filled face. For a moment, he saw not the eye patch, nor felt the scars along Faramir’s back. He imagined them in another time, their childhood when both dwelt in innocence. He loved him with all his might, holding his brother as close as their bodies allowed.

Too much for Faramir, this wondrous feeling of oneness with Boromir; he spilled, screaming out Boromir’s name, shuddering and writhing in his brother’s arms.

Boromir took his own shaft in hand and began to stroke it, but Faramir, still in the sweet wetness of his brother, joined his hand to Boromir’s and stroked him, bringing him to completion.

Could anything be more sensuous than Boromir’s cum on his hand? He could not believe his fortune. To finally, after all these years of hidden and shame-filled love, have his brother under him, loving him completely… His mind reeled as his body began to stiffen once again. “I think I am hard again, Boromir. How is this possible?”

Boromir laughed at Faramir’s surprise. “You are young, dear heart, and virile. I understand the body does not recover as quickly, once one grows older, but for now, let us relish it, drink this lust in, and savor it.” He took his little brother’s mouth again, breathing in as his tongue licked every part. His own cock hardened. He moaned in pure delight. “Ah, Faramir. You undo me.”

“Boromir?” Faramir hesitated, and Boromir placed a now gentle kiss to his brother’s lips. “Will you take me? I want to feel what you did. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Faramir! I cannot. Your memories are of pain and horror. I cannot.”

“Better that I should have good memories! You can dispel all the horror, Boromir. I know you can. And I know you would be gentle. Please?”

“I cannot take you. Not because I do not want this,” Boromir quickly interjected as Faramir’s blushed face turned in shame. “You have endured much this past year. You still do not have your full strength back. I would… we have held each other twice already this night; I think it better, safer, that you rest.”

“The morning?”

Boromir’s smile split his face. “The morning then.”

“Boromir?”

“Yes?”

“It is strange to be out of the City. I must admit I am fearful when you are not next to me. Might we lie together? Until morning?”

Boromir took his brother in his arms, helped him with his leggings then put on his own, and led Faramir back to his bedroll. He helped Faramir lie down, then turned to Damrod. “Thank you. Will you relieve Mablung now?”

“Yes. Though I can report that nothing was seen or heard this night.”

Boromir nodded and laid himself down next to Faramir.

“You screamed a number of times, Boromir?”

“That I did. As did you. But those who can be trusted were the only ones who heard.”

“Ah!” Faramir blushed a deep shade of red. “I do not know if I will be able to face them in the light of day.”

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43 Comment(s)

An interesting start to the story. Poor Faramir! I look forward to the next installment.

— Ria    Friday 24 July 2009, 2:40    #

Saw this started on Henneth-Annun, and hoped it would come here as well. A very difficult topic, and you are handling it with great care!

— ebbingnight    Friday 24 July 2009, 23:45    #

Many thaks Ria and ebbingnight for reading. I hope you enjoy this. It is a bitter-sweet little tale. Alcardilme

Alcardilmë    Monday 3 August 2009, 20:57    #

I have not been to this site for quite some time now. I havn’t had time but I have missed it. I found some free time today and I sat down to see if there were any new stories, and I found yours. I once made a promice that I would never again read a WIP that wasn’t finnished. I will never be so foolish ever again, I can’t belive that I almost missed this. Now here I am with my heart in my throat just waiting for a new chapter. I love this story. The way you are jumping between time is so skillful, it’s just perfect. The subject is indeed a hard one but the way you are dealing with it is remarkable.
Thank you for letting us read this story. I am hooked.
Thank you

— Ingrid    Wednesday 5 August 2009, 10:06    #

Many thanks, Ingrid. For your hearts ease, this tale is complete; (I have felt the same way abouts WIPs – which made me vow never to start a tale and not finish it!) I am just putting it up chapter by chapter… trying to put up one every 4-6 days. I hope I sustain your interest and delight! You really help a writer feel good.

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 5 August 2009, 13:26    #

My heart be still!
You really do know how too keep a girl in suspence. I just love it. It’s so perfect and the way that you write sends shivers down my spine, in a most delightful way, I am a lover of a beautiful language and yours… I can’t even find a word to do it justice.
How i wished that I could write like you but sadly that is a talant I am denied. Lucky for me I can always come here and read it over and over again and it will always be here.
Thank you again

— Ingrid    Sunday 9 August 2009, 21:00    #

blushes Thank you very much. Even after all these years of writing, it still tickles my heart to be so kindly applauded. Again, 10,000 thanks!

— Alcardilmë    Monday 10 August 2009, 0:24    #

Yes!! One more chapter.
I am so glad that Faramir is awake but I fear for him as he in time comes will remeber or find out what has happened to him, how will he cope with that? What a sweet song Boromir sang to him, you have really captured the love between them in a beautiful way. I hope that Boromir can help his ‘little one’. Boromir reminds me so much about my own big brother, so I can’t help but love him.
I am thankfull that Denethor is not a brutal monster but that he actually care about both his sons. It is sad though, that it would have to come to such a terrible thing like this for Denethor to show some love and concern for his youngest.
Can hardly wait for the following chapters.
Hugs

— Ingrid    Friday 14 August 2009, 21:51    #

Thank you so much! The way that Tolkien describes B & F’s love for each other in the Appendix is so beautiful and poignant – especially considering what happens in their lives. (the song is one I made up and sang to my own children; they now sing it to theirs!)

As for Denethor – it would be rare indeed for me to ever ‘abuse’ the man. I thought he was a tragic hero in LotR.

Bless you for your kind words and your enthusiasm. MOST appreciated!

Alcardilmë    Saturday 15 August 2009, 3:43    #

(Whispers between tears) Thank you so much.
Lovely and beautiful is not enough for such a story.

— Ingrid    Wednesday 19 August 2009, 12:07    #

Ah, Ingrid – offers a clean hanky – sorry for the tears, but I’m glad they were ‘happy’ tears… or perhaps contented tears. Bless you!

Alcardilmë    Thursday 20 August 2009, 2:40    #

You are so talented. The way you write, it feels like I am almost there, like I am a spirit standing beside and can do nothing but witness the horrors.
You are a genious, a creator, a wounder.
I wish that my first language was english so that I could realy tell you what my heart speaks

— Ingrid    Saturday 29 August 2009, 10:19    #

Your heart speaks through your words and mine is forever toched.

Bless you for the very kind review. I am grateful beyond words!

Alcardilmë    Sunday 30 August 2009, 21:02    #

I feel blessed for being able and allowed to read this. The story is so wonderful, I will never be able to thank you or praise you enough. Everything just gets better and better. Poor Boromir, trying so hard to do what he think is best for Faramir, and poor Faramir who can’t understand why his beloved brother has changed so much. I have said it before and I say it again, I wished that I had your talent for writing.

—    Wednesday 9 September 2009, 14:28    #

I cannot thank you enough for this review. I just got totally, soundly, and horrendously rejected for my tale, Betrayed, at Henneth Annun.

So the timeliness of your kind words are as a soothing balm upon my dispirited and distraught soul.

Thank you – ten thousand times!!!!

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 9 September 2009, 23:01    #

I apologize that this is the first time I have left a note on this. Quite frankly early on when I saw what happened to our poor Faramir, I wasn’t sure my heart could take it and I had decided not to submerge myself. That being said, I have to tell you that I just couldnt help myself. This tale is just so wonderfully woven that I just cant let it go. I keep coming back again and again hoping our Faramir will be whole again. I have a great visual in my head of the happenings here and it keeps calling me back. Thank you for this. Based on what I see here I find it difficult to see anyone rejecting your material. Is this story on this site somewhere? Can we read it?

— Kelly    Wednesday 9 September 2009, 23:52    #

Like Kelly, I was rather wary of getting involved with the characters in this tale. I first saw it on HASA. The rape and torture of dear Faramir are quite difficult for me to endure. (I must admit to reading those parts quite quickly, with one eye closed!) The rest of the story, however, is so skillfully told and the love between the brothers is so achingly beautiful that it touches my heart.

— trixie    Thursday 10 September 2009, 0:55    #

Thanks so much, Kelly, for your review. It is beautiful. This came out of a nightmare I had; I could not sleep afterwards until I had written it down. Then, the Muse just continued – bless her! It turned into a bitter-sweet little thing that breaks my heart.

Very glad you pushed through that first chapter. It is difficult.

My other tale is posted here http://www.faramirfiction.com/Fiction/betrayed

Blessings,
Alcardilme

Alcardilmë    Thursday 10 September 2009, 10:50    #

Ah, trixie, I wrote that first chapter with my eyes closed. I hated the things that happened to Faramir. He will heal, with the help of Boromir, but Boromir never will. Life can be like that sometimes.

I love your phrase ‘achingly beautiful’ – it well describes what is in my heart about their relationship.

Bless you for your kind words. They are most appreciated!

Alcardilmë    Thursday 10 September 2009, 10:56    #

I checked out Betrayed. I thought it sounded familiar. I did read it when it was posted. I liked it very much. This story also made my stomach hurt in the beginning but I couldn’t keep from reading on. I guess there is always someone that is not going to like everything. You write beautifully and the rest of us enjoy your work very much.

— Kelly    Thursday 10 September 2009, 14:36    #

Many thanks, Kelly. Even though I have written for quite some years, this year has been a difficult one. I am glad the Muse has not abandoned me, and very glad I found this site. Very decent people here. Bless you!

Alcardilmë    Friday 11 September 2009, 9:47    #

This story has everything. Love, hate, terror and even happiness.
My heart aches for the trauma Faramir is going through and for Boromir who can’t, or rather won’t, give voice to what is troubling his heart.
The way you build up the chapters and when they end one can’t seem to stop think of what will happen next, that is a heard thing to accomplish, but you have mastered that.
I am forever grateful that you had the courage to write this story.
When my returning nightmares hunts me and I am to afraid to face them, I turn to this story and I can for a short time forget my own fears.
Thank you forever and ever.

— Ingrid    Sunday 20 September 2009, 10:22    #

Many thanks for your kind words! I am so grateful this story strikes a chord. After finally realizing what the Muse wanted from the nightmare, I could only succumb and write it.

Again Many Thanks!

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 23 September 2009, 20:53    #

Our poor, gentle and sweet Faramir.
He have so much to deal with. I hope that by telling what he has been forced to endure he will come to understand that love can be something nice. I also hope that he will finally be able to sleep through a night without terrors.
Even though it brakes his heart I am sure that Boromir never will leave him or blame him for what has happened.

— Ingrid    Friday 9 October 2009, 23:01    #

That chapter was incredibly difficult to read. I can only imagine what it must have been like to write. And I do not even want to imagine what it must have been like for Boromir to hear.

— trixie    Friday 9 October 2009, 23:47    #

Ah, Ingrid – though this is AU, Boromir will leave for Rivendell… it is written in the stars.
And Boromir’s love for Faramir is quite extraordinary. But so is Faramir, is he not!

Alcardilmë    Sunday 11 October 2009, 5:27    #

Many thanks for the support on this, Trixie. It was written because of a nightmare – and this is chapter is what I saw. Nasty – to say the least!
As for Boromir – how could a brother stand to hear, let alone bear, such things? Especially one who loves his little brother with his very being?

Alcardilmë    Sunday 11 October 2009, 5:31    #

I truly admire your courage in seeing this through to the end: I suspect that many writers would soften the story somehow. But most nightmares, by definition, don’t have happy endings, do they?

— ebbingnight    Wednesday 14 October 2009, 15:42    #

This nightmare was even worse. I did tone it down a bit, except for Chapter 15. I have no idea why I dreamt of Faramir and in such dire circumstances!

Many thanks for your review and your kind words.

Alcardilmë    Sunday 18 October 2009, 5:21    #

This tale is so harrowing that at times I need to turn away. Yet it is so gripping that I cannot. I almost feel obligated to Faramir, Boromir, and you to hear this out.

— trixie    Tuesday 10 November 2009, 22:43    #

Many thanks, trixie, for not running from this tale. The brothers love for each other compells me to continue to write this.

Your comments are most appreciated. Faramir and Boromir thank you too.

Alcardilmë    Friday 13 November 2009, 5:03    #

So sweet and wonderful. I love this story so much. Thank you for sharing it with the rest of us

— Ingrid    Friday 13 November 2009, 7:43    #

I think we all needed a wee bit of a break – a smile or some such. VERY thankful for your kind comments and for your continued support.

Alcardilmë    Monday 16 November 2009, 4:32    #

Of Course you have my support. I could never leave this story nor quitting comment it. You have taken this story to a whole new level. In the beginning I feared reading, like I knew what might happen. I think I have an idea now as well… but now I am anticipating :) It is a remarkable story and you are a fantastic writer

— Ingrid    Wednesday 18 November 2009, 11:48    #

Ingrid – thanks again for your comments. Always heartening to me.

I am afraid I might disappoint you – this tale is near its ending – it doesn’t end the way I thought it would. :(

Alcardilmë    Tuesday 24 November 2009, 19:51    #

Chapter 20 made me smile and even chuckle. Any joy they can experience is precious. But, oh, this latest chapter. . . Poor Boromir, willing to give anything of himself to help his brother.And poor, poor Faramir, realizing now what he has asked of his brother.
Caterwauling is perfect :)

— trixie    Wednesday 25 November 2009, 19:00    #

This was a heartbreaking chap. Poor Boromir and Faramir. I fought not to let tears appear, but I failed miserable.

Thank you so much Hugs

— Ingrid    Monday 30 November 2009, 12:48    #

Hi, Trixie, thanks for the kind words. When one loves deeply, one will do anything… and one will be asked sometimes beyond one’s capacity… the brothers are definitely tragic characters… even in Tolkien’s books.

Alcardilmë    Tuesday 1 December 2009, 21:00    #

Ah, Ingrid… this was difficult, wasn’t it? But Faramir is now ready to continue living, though the price Boromir paid for his brother’s healing is immeasurable… Thanks for your support!

Alcardilmë    Tuesday 1 December 2009, 21:03    #

This story was wonderful. What a strange feeling now that the story has ended. Poor Boromir. I loved how you got the title of the story into the story itself. You are a true artist in your work.
Alcardilmë, I salute you.
*Kneels in front of you, with my head bowed*

— Fëawen    Thursday 10 December 2009, 7:54    #

It’s a very strange feeling being done with this – as this, I think, is one of my favorites. Many thanks for your kind words. I kneel in thanks!

Alcardilmë    Wednesday 16 December 2009, 4:53    #

The brothers have never failed to touch me. Even during a time in my life when I felt numb to everything. their tale was able to cut through the fog and move me.

The description of this tale is one that at one time I never would have opened, especially with the word ‘incest’. But I am so glad I did! It was beautiful and wrenching and captured the depth of the selfless love and devotion between the two so beautifully. Thank you!

— trixie    Friday 18 December 2009, 5:57    #

Trixie – my deepest thanks. The brothers and their love is beyond endurance – whether it be slash or not. I loved Tolkien’s appendix note about their love. Self-less and deep as the sea. Bless you for commenting!

Alcardilmë    Sunday 20 December 2009, 4:42    #

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