The Hands, The Hands

The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren

Most every elf in Rivendell was starting to become paranoid, and all because of a pair of twins that couldn’t seem to keep their hands, and other bits of their anatomy, to themselves. It had been almost a week since the duo had struck, an almost inconceivable length of time between strikes for the horny elf knights. They had everyone peeking around corners and jumping at shadows. Glorfindel insisted they were doing it on purpose to toy with nerves of the hapless elves of the realm. Erestor suggested with no small amount of amusement that they were merely suffering from dehydration. More suspicious than the other two elves, Elrond suspected that they were plotting something truly evil.

It was that suspicion that had him truly worried. If the pair had to spend so much time, for them anyways, preparing how to molest someone, it promised to be nothing short of spectacular in nature. That suspicion also led to reacreaction when he finally spotted his sons. One of them was holding a duffle baghey hey grinned at him.

Abandoning dignity to the wind, Elrond spun on his toes and ran for his life. He knew that look they had on their faces and it didn’t bode well. Behind him, he could hear two sets of feet giving chase and he cursed under his breath, extremely unhappy that he was their target. He nearly plowed down Glorfindel in his bid for freedom, knocking the blond into the wall as he shot by. The seneschal almost asked him what was wrong when he spotted the chasing twins. Eyes wide, he ducked into a room in the hall, a small study belonging to whom, he wasn’t sure. He slammed the door and locked it, leaning against the wood for added safety. Whatever the psychotic duo had come up with, he planned not to be their target for once, still traumatized by the last time they’d caught him.

The twins bypassed the seneschal completely e hae had not been their target. Elrond swore again, hoping that they would turn on the blond instead of him. In a cruel attempt for freedom, he ran for his minstrel, catching Lindir just outside his room and throwing him towards his son as a sacrifice. The blond was nothing short of gorgeous and he hoped that they’d be swayed enough by his indescribable allure to abandon chasing him. The bribe wasn’t accepted and the twins pushed right past the bard, though one of them did squeehe phe poor blonde’s rump in passing, making Lindir jump.

Running through the Last Homely Home, Elrond quy ray ran out of places to sprint. Unable to turn anywhere else, he backed into a wall, not entirely sure where he was after his frantic flight for safety. He almost kicked himself when he recognized the twins’ shared bedchambers before him, the room deliberately placed on the far end of the building from his own. Several thoughts crossed his mind, foremost if he should continue to struggle or just surrender. If he fought back, he had a remote chance of escaping, but it would probably end in injuring one of his sons. Even so, he toyed with the idea of kicking the living snot out of the both of them.

Then it was too late to wonder, the hands upon him, pushing him into the room while one pulled the door shut with an ominous click. Elrond pretended to be docile fomomemoment, making a break for the window when the grip on his arms loosened a little. He almost made it, caught only when one twin dove and caught his ankle, toppling his father. Still struggling to free himself, his fighting immediately turned into a wrestling match. Outnumbered, Elrond lost quickly and found himself pinned, face down and arms behind his back, one twin sitting on his lower back.

Something soft slipped around his right wrist, shutting with a metallic click. His arms were then pulled around and above him, his left hand similarly bound. He got his first good look at what they had strapped to his forearms. Manacles lined with rabbit fur. Leading him by his cuffed hands, he was pulled to his feet and half led, half dragged into the adjoining room. Instead of heading for the bed as he’d anticipated, they led him to the middle of the room, raised his arms and lifted him a few inches off the floor, locking thnaclnacles to a hook embedded in the ceiling.

Elrond tried to pull his arms down, but found himself unable. He was fully unfurled, the balls of his feet barely able to support his weight on the floor as it was. There was no way he could free himself of the hook until they decided to release him. He was too sprawled to even attempt to jump. His one try ended up looking like a pitiful wiggle. One twin started unlacing his shirt and tunic to hang open from his shoulders while the other pulled his boots off. In tandem, they went to his leggings, pulling them free with fluid movements.

The pair moved away from him then, going to the bag that one of them had been carrying and rummaging through its contents, pulling out a few items that Elrond didn’t recognize and a few that he did. A twin approached him with a strange ball trailing lengths of leather to either side, unable to divine any possible purpose for it. He understood what it was when his jaws were pried open and the ball stuffed into his mouth, the leather straps circling to knot at the back of his head, gagging him better than any strips of cloth could ever manage.

While he was being gagged, the other twin dropped to his knees in front of him and took his lax length into his mouth, suckling him expertly. He twirled his tongue and occasionally delicately scraped the filling length in his mouth with his teeth. Despite his resistance, Elrond was quickly finding himself drawn to full mast. He might have come had something not cold and hard was slipped down his length. Craning his head, he recognized a cock ring and made a muffled protest behind his ball gag.

A long metal pole with cuffs on either side was shownhim him before he felt his ankles being pulled apart. He tried to resist, but was outnumbered and mostly bound already. The bar shoved his legs apart and the cuffs locked around his ankles, ensuring that his legs would be widespread for the remainder of the evening.

Trying to pacify the bound elf lord, a twin started suckling him again, fingers curling around behind him to prod his opening. Elrond squirmed when three fingers were slipped into him in rapid succession, pug atg at a leisurely pace while he could do nothing to fight the situation. The free twin began toying with his nipples, laving them with his tongue and teeth until they were standing firmly at attention. Cold metal clamps appeared out of nowhere, the fierce pinching a harsh contrast to the warm suckling moments prior. The clamps were miserably cold and painful against previously attentive skin. Making a muffled sound, he began struggling again.

The mouth sucking his length greedily pulled away and he couldn’t fight a groan at the loss. The fingers in his posterior were likewise removed to be replaced with something far larger and slightly cool to the touch. Knowing instinctively what was pressed against him, Elrond tried to fight the intrusion of a rather large phallus, succeeding only in earning himself a few deep-throated chuckles. The head of the intruding object breeched his protesting muscles and he groaned in defeat, knowing the there was nothing he could do to protect himself any longer.

Sagging against his bound hands, Elrond made no move to object as the thick phallus was thrust in and out of him a few times, repeatedly hitting his prostate. He would have come then if not for the blasted cock ring trapping him. He groaned in protest. The phallus was pushed entirely in and leather cords passed through a small ring at its base, the three cords moving up his butt crack and pulling against either side of his genitals to hook to a small leather belt. The straps ensured that no matter how he fought, he’d never be able to rid himself of the blunt object piercing him. As a final act of viciousness, they twisted the phallus so that it pressed almost painfully against his prostate, making his every movement send sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins.

Elrond went very still when the twins each brandished a cat o’ nine tails, the short whips consisting of nothing more than a handle attached to nine twisted lengths of leather around a foot long. He was torn between squeezing his eyes shut to pretend that this wasn’t happening or watching so he wasn’t as stunned when the blows rained down on his helpless form. Choosing to keep his eyes open, he attempted to glare at the nearer of his two sons. The twin shook one finger at him at the display of resistance and slapped him across his rump mercilessly with his whip.

The stinging sensation caused Elrond to jerk forward, forcing the phallus in him to jam forcibly into his prostate again. His chest bucked at the sensations, earning him another pinch from the newly installed nipple clamps. His gray eyes widened in alarm as he realized that they planned to torture him thusly for some time. While his thighs and buttocks were thrashed mercilessly, he was at least thankful that the tunic hanging from his shoulders protected his back from the same treatment. After some minutes, he was panting miserably around his gag and making pleading noises, begging for the twins to end their torture.

His cries were heard and the twin behind lifted him enough to clear him of the hook holding his hands, lowering him to the ground. The frontal twin sidled up to his chest and wrapped his arms around Elrond’s throat, forcing the elf lord to drop perfectly still bound hands behind the raven knight in front of him.

The forward-most elf dropped to a seating position, forcing the other two to comply. Elrond ended up on his hands and knees, face pressed against an impressive, if not enormous, erection. The second twin settled behind him, using the advantage of his forcibly spread legs to aid his efforts in oiling himself and his father.

Elrond was in turmoil. He knew that this was going to happen, no matter how he fought, but now that they were actively attempting to get him to participate, he was at an impasse. Face in the lap of one twin and ass harassed by another, he held still to see what they planned. Beyond removing the erotic phallus and the painful nipple clamps, they did nothing, leaving him to squirm, feeling oddly empty.

Something nudged his cheek and he eyed the erection a mere finger-width from his nose. He knew what they wanted. For himself to attain completion, he had to join them in their ventures, something he was hesitant to do. They were both of age and quite comely besides… but they were his SONS! He could not defile his offspring even if they had made the opening move.

Neither twin pressed their luck, caressing and fondling nothing. It was clear what they wanted in return for their attentions. If they were to continue, Elrond would have to actively participate. They patiently waited him out while he squirmed, bereft, between them. He wanted to come… he burned for it, but couldn’t have his release until he complied. see seemed simple enough to give a blowjob. But the fact that it was his son’s engorged length hanging in front of him unsettled him more than slightly. A slicked hef a f a cock teased his entrance and he conceded, willing to do anything to free himself.

Never having performed the act, Elrond moved slowly, starting with a hesitant lick of the tip of his son’s arousal. The twin growled eagerly, but took special care not to thrust and upset their poor father, who tried so hard to accommodate them. Abandoning all dignity and self respect to the wind, the Elf Lord swiveled his head and nuzzled the arousing length pressing against his cheek, opening his mouth in surrender and suckling the first few inches, too inexperienced to deep throat.

His efforts were more than enough, the twins leaping to action. One grabbed his hips and sheathed himself firmly in his father’s tight heat at the same instant that the other swiveled the pain pinched nipples drawn to their state by silvery clamps firmly, earning himself a cry, before removing the teasing instruments entirely. A hand slunk beneath him, gripping his desperate erection frantically and pumping it gently, aware that the sable elf lord was close to losing it. He monitored the tension in their father while Elrond suckled desperately, hands roving across his bound and bruised body. The topmost elf slapped their captive in the flank and roved his hand underneath to pull free a silver ring that had forced Elrond to submit by preventing his comings.

Elrond noticed the absence of the evil ring of metal instantly and came forcefully with the next stroke, dragging the twins with him as he went. He groaned and swallowed convulsively, forcing the suckled twin to lose his position and come harshly into the Elf Lord’s mouth. The spearing twin wasn’t much farther behind. When Elrond tensed about him, he couldn’t resist the call of the heat and pressure any longer, thrusting one last time as he left his seed deep in his father’s bowels.

The three lay entangled for some time. Upon some unspoken and unseen signal, the twins rose to set things right, straightening clothes and appearances, shoving Elrond back into his halls in almost record time. After a few minutes of manipulation under their skilled hands, he was deposited in a meeting that he was now ten minutes late for, walking out with cheery waves.

End.

I’ll admit it. The twins are insane horn dogs. I’m convinced it’s because they’re part human, and that the person contributing that DNA was from Arkansas. Had to be. Like, total Deliverance here. Squeal like a pig, boy! If you don’t get the reference there, you probably aren’t old enough to be reading this… I don’t have a beta of my own, so if you see mistakes, tell me, please. I will fix it, I swear!

Either way, R&R!