The Hands, The Hands

The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren

Enough was enough. The twins had pushed the noble house to the brink of insanity. No one was safe from their unprovoked attacks and the situation was getting entirely out of hand. After an incident involving a spatula and a pound of butter, a very perturbed, and greasy, Elrond ordered his seneschal to do something about his perverted offspring. Snickering, Glorfindel recruited a hesitant Erestor to help him in his task. Despite his original refusal, the advisor eventually caved in and agreed to help. After all, even if it could be ignored that they were scarring innocent elves for life, their extracurricular hobbies were becoming nothing short of scandalous.

In the early hours of the morning, the pair snuck up to the twins’ room to deliver some well-deserved punishment. The sun hadn’t even thought about rising. Glorfindel and Erestor planned to ambush the two while they still slept so as to have the upper hand in the upcoming conflict.

Due mostly to being shoved by Glorfindel, Erestor entered their room first, followed closely by the taller blond. They rushed the twins, attempting to capture them unawares. Unfortunately, the twins had excellent reflexes. The moment the door opened, they awakened, one even making it free from the sheets before the older elves were upon them. Glorfindel snagged the runner while Erestor leapt upon the twin still entangled in the sheets.

Struggling a bit with the twin in his arms, Glorfindel dragged the smaller elf to a chair and plunked down, pulling the raven twin chest-down across his lap. Erestor similarly shoved his twin down face first on the bed, legs dangling off the side. Dressed only in their loose leggings they used as pajamas, the half elves were easy to strip.

Fully expecting to be molested by the older elves, the twins allowed themselves to be exposed. They were sorely shocked when their punishment turned out to be just that. Glorfindel started them off, smacking his hand down hard on the exposed rump before him. Erestor mimicked his actions. Both twins yelped in shock. This was degrading and embarrassing beyond words! Only elflings were ever spanked! Of all the thoughts running through their minds at what their capture would lead to, most of them exceedingly perverse, a spanking had never crossed their waking minds.

Erestor was moving in the time old manner, tanning the backside of the youth he had captured, his hand rising and falling in a relentless, steady rhythm. The skin below str striking hands was turning very red.

Glorfindel was having much more fun, moving his striking hand about to varied locations so his captive wouldn’t know where to expect the next blow. He had effectively pinked the twin’s butt, thighs, inner thighs and lower back. He would have been completely delighted to keep paddling but was caught up short when he felt a firm pressure jabbing him against his thigh. It took him a few minutes to realize that the raven elf in his lap was fully erect and apparently enjoying the rather brutal attentions bestowed upon him. He spread his legs a little to give Glorfindel better access.

“Extremely one track mind there,” Glorfindel muttered to himself, resting his hand on the now heated flesh of the twin’s posterior. Even pinked from the repeated blows, the curved globes were quite attractive and the blond allowed his fingers to trail between the mounds, running his frtiprtip across the puckered opening he found.

The twin seemed eager to comply with his explorations and snaked one hand between them to fondle Glorfindel’s slowly filling member. Growling, Glorfindel slapped his hand away and shoved the raven elf knight a little further down his legs so he could free his member from his tightening leggings. He brought himself to full mast with a few rough strokes. With a swift, single movement, he lifted the squirming elf by his hips and thrust into him fiercely, causing the younger elf to cry out sharply in ecstasy.

Unawares of the events going on behind him, Erestor continued to paddle his charge. He chuckled when he heard the seneschal’s captive cry out, mistaking the sound for one of pain. He didn’t bother to look over until the pair moaned in unison. He startled violently when he spotted Glorfindel leaning back in his pilfered chair, his twin seated on his lap with his back to the blonde’s chest, squirming in rapture while Glorfindel thrust into him from below.

“What are you doing?” Erestor shouted in frustration. “We came here to pound their asses with our hands, not our dicks!”

Glorfindel shrugged one shoulder. “I owed them one. And I suspect you do as well.”

Erestor started to protest, but fell silent after a moment, studying the reddened buttocks before him. The captured twin on the bed was splayed chest down, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed to leave his rear the perfect target. A slightly malicious look flickered through his eyes and he pulled his length free, pausing only to tug himself erect before he thrust forward fiercely, making sure to slap his hips forcefully against the tender rump before him. The twin yelped loudly in a combination of pain and pleasure.

“You know,” Erestor panted as he thrust. “This is actually kind of fun from this end of the attack.”

“I can almost understand their activities now,” Glorfindel agreed. “And, no, that was NOT an invitation to be targeted again,” he told the twins firmly.

“What if we allowed you to be on top on occasion?” Glorfindel’s twin queried.

“On occasion?” Erestor and Glorfindel parroted suspiciously.

“We don’t want to be bo-AH!” Erestor’s twin cut off with a shout as he came upon his sheets. Erestor followed him quickly.

“We don’t want to be on the bottom every time,” the other twin reiterated since his other half had been cut off.

Irritated that Erestor had beat him to the mark, Glorfindel pinched peaked nipples, nipped an ear tip and thrust sharply simultaneously. The twin obediently cried out and came across his lap, his tightening passage spurring Glorfindel to follow.

Dumping the spent twins on the floor, Glorfindel and Erestor straightened their clothes and departed, ignoring the grumbling behind them.

“We at least have the decency to clean you up afterwards!” one twin yelled after them.

“Then you should be used to the task,” Erestor taunted.

“Think of it as part of your punishment,” Glorfindel offered, grinning. “By the way, I have a message from your father. Keep the incest to a minimum, boys.”

With that, the two older elves swept from the room, leaving the rudely awakened twins to clean up, both of them cursing a blue streak.

END

There may or not be more. I never can tell with this string of PWPs. Inspire me and R&R!