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There are no Angels in Middle Earth (NC-17)

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 5

Just get through this.

Tasting blood, Faramir feels himself being lifted off the ground, only to be thrown down again. He feels hands clawing at his clothes, shredding them, leaving him bared, vulnerable. He feels Master Lexius step away, knowing of the lust filled gaze upon him and for the first time in a long time, he has no idea what is expected of him. Finally he decides to get up, only to have himself thrown down again.

So, he stays still but then he hears a noise that, even though he knows he shouldn’t, makes him look up with frightened eyes. Master Lexius has pulled out a very thin dagger from his cane and turns it around to let the light reflect off it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

He can’t kill me, can he?

Faramir’s deceitful mind is only to happy to tell him that killing isn’t the only thing that daggers can do.

Master Lexius lowers his smiling face to Faramir’s; “What will I be doing, with something as beautiful as this..?”

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t want to know, please, let this be over.

There is danger in Master Lexius’s voice as he says; “Well, boy?” Faramir opens his mouth but he is too unsure of this game, so he decides to go with honesty; “I don’t know, master Lexius. “I don’t know what you’ll do with it.” He feels the words, please don’t hurt me with it, die on his tongue, too scared it will only make matters worse.

For a long time, master Lexius just looks Faramir directly in the eyes, then he says in a soft voice; “What would you have me do?”

Staring at the unreadable eyes before him, Faramir decides there is probably no right answer, so he will just stick with honesty; “Just lay it aside master Lexius, you do not need it.” A soft twinkle comes into master Lexius’s eyes; “No I don’t, do I?” He lays the dagger aside; “You’ll have to do whatever I want anyway, right? Being a whore and all..”

“You’ll just lay there if I take you, you’ll let me have you, you’ll let me do whatever I want.”

“Yes master Lexius, whatever you want.”

“And what about what you want, Faramir?”

“Master?”

“What you want Faramir, you told me you have desires, what are they?”

The look of confusion is apparent on Faramir’s face as he searches his head for an answer but, before he can give one, master Lexius pulls him to his feet, holding him to his still clothed form in a tight hug. Some part of Faramir registers that master Lexius smells really good, while the rest is questioning his sanity.

Whispered words next to Faramir’s ear; “I will find out what it is you desire, my sweet boy.” And with that Faramir feels his head being turned and his lips caught in a passionate kiss. When the first unwilling moan falls off Faramir’s lips, master Lexius draws back, his hands still on Faramir’s head, tasting his lips and smiling. Then, he looks down to see Faramir’s body responding.

Faramir feels his head been turned again, as master Lexius whispers into his ear once more; “Now we can begin.”

Lexius watches with undeniable pleasure, as Faramir’s blushing cheeks begin to pale in understanding. Faramir simply nods. Feeling his blood heat up at this little gesture of acceptance, Lexius thinks to himself that this is a very special boy indeed.

He walks away from Faramir, to very gracefully first remove his cloak and then his clothing, to stand before Faramir naked. Smiling to himself, at the mixed look of fear and appreciation of his toned form, Lexius moves towards Faramir, not stopping when he reaches him but gathering him closely to him and walking him backwards towards the bed, pushing him back on it gently.

For a moment, he just takes in the boy’s naked form surrounded by the decadent fabric, the perfect little whore. Then he walks over to a small cupboard, to come back to the bed with dangling silky rope in his hands, with which he ties Faramir’s hands to the bed posts and then his feet, leaving him spread eagled and with nowhere left to run.

Crawling over the bed and in between Faramir’s legs, Lexius decides he wants the boy to remain hard through this and bends his head for a taste. Very responsive, Lexius thinks at a stifled little moan. Then he moves off the bed to get two things, the whip he had long wanted to use and his dagger. Placing his dagger beside the bed where Faramir can just see it, he lifts the whip and listens to the cry of pain as it falls, feeling his cock stir.

His eyes remain on some unseen point, as Lexius lets the whip fall down again and again, his cock becoming alive on just the sounds of pain from the bed. Finally he stops and looks down, oh this won’t do, where is that lovely erection?

The panting body shivers as he starts to lick at Faramir’s left shin, moving up and tasting the tang of blood, where the whip landed on the graceful legs, till he comes to the now flaccid sex. Giving it a small nuzzle, he moves on to lick at various cuts on Faramir’s chest.

Pulling a nipple in between his teeth and giving it a sharp bite, just to hear the gorgeous boy, he moves up till he can stare into pain hazed eyes. He leans in to capture his lips in a kiss. Laying his all in it, he feels the boy’s cock that is trapped between their bodies come alive again. He smiles into the kiss, too easy, he reaches for the dagger.

Still smiling, he puts it to the boy’s throat, delighting in the terror in the blue eyes; “Do you like pain, my pet?” Faramir stammers that he doesn’t, at which his smile broadens, grinding his hard cock at the boy’s erection; “Really? What is this then?”

When Faramir opens his mouth to answer, Lexius places his dagger on those so kissable lips; “Shhh, it doesn’t matter… What does matter is that I have a dagger here and your oh so vulnerable throat so close by,” Lexius puts the dagger on the boy’s throat again, “it could easily slip, and…,” Lexius lets the dagger make a small cut along the boy’s collar bone, “we don’t want that.”

Lexius eyes turn from seductive to ice cold; “So tell me boy, what is your desire? Or you will never see your brother again.” He sees the boy thinking and puts a little more pressure on the dagger, Faramir swallows and then whispers; “Haldir”

A who, not a what, quite surprising, Lexius thinks to himself, before he says; “And who is this Haldir? And I’ll know if you lie boy!” The next thing that comes out of Faramir’s mouth shocks Lexius but his demeanour remains unchanged; “The Angel”

Smiling down at his unwilling lover, Lexius stores this information and goes back to the pleasant task at hand, while he slides down Faramir’s body, positions himself and slams himself home in one thrust. He hears Faramir’s scream of pain and uses his empty hand to grab the boy’s cock, while sliding almost completely out of him, before shoving back in.

He loves it when they tear, blood easing his way as he strokes the flesh in his hand, while listening to the boy trying to keep from crying. Moving inside of that tight, hot, young body, Lexius will try to make this last as long as possible, it feels so good.

The pained pleasure sounds coming from Faramir are just perfect, so is the feeling of the body clenching around him, all warm and yielding. Lexius moves his head till his lips hover over the fragrant, sweaty skin of a perfect curved neck, licking and tasting and finally letting his teeth sink in, he doesn’t even hear Faramir’s pain anymore.

This is a world of pushing in and withdrawing, writhing bodies, sweat, tears and blood. This is Lexius’s world and he must admit to himself, this intelligent, gorgeous, tight boy was made for it. He will simply have to do this again.

Concentrating on Faramir for a while, he notices that the boy is as lost in this as he is, pulling at his restraints, pushing back on him, matching every stroke, but with a look of utter confusion on his face. He feels the boy move faster, his completion is near. The boy simply explodes in his hand, probably coming harder than he has ever done in his life and judging by his expression, not entirely sure if he likes that.

Yes, it is scary, the first time you find release in torment. Lexius smiles and feels himself come undone, filling the boy with his seed. Making slow, deep strokes to ride it out, Lexius kisses those lips one last time, He then pulls out, amused at the little sound from Faramir and with four swift movements, uses his dagger to cut Faramir loose. He gets up, gets his clothes and without as much as a word leaves Faramir alone with his troubled thoughts.

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