Hanging Out in Imladris Elrond/Legolas

Title: Hanging Out in Imladris (2/2) E, E, E, G /L NC-17 sex comedy
Author: sandyg
Email: writearts2@earthlink.net
Pairing: Elrond, Elladan, Glorfindel, Elrohir/ Legolas and a surprise guest!
Rating: a stiff stern leather NC-17
Category: Sex comedy
Summary: Snooty Legolas learns the real secret behind "hanging out" at Imladris with Elrond, Glorfindel and the twins.
WARNINGS: comedy, bondage, incest, comedy, toys, rape, comedy, abuse, leather, chains, costumes,...get the picture? It’s the Elrond in Leather Epic!!!!
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened and if it did unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it. Grrr.
A/N: If anyone wasn’t sure this tale is A/U. This chapter might offend those with delicate sensibilities or no sense of humor. You have been warned!!!

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Urrggh. Oh.

Blinking in epic confusion Legolas let the wavering world come into focus. When the reality slammed into his sled led mind he tried to scream but the round baag jag jammed in his mouth prevented any strong sound from escaping. Well, except a pathetic little squeak.

Ahhh! Those perverts! Those cheating, slimy, insane perverts!

Unbelievable! How dare they treat the Sacred Prince of Mirkwood like a common sex toy? This was outrageous!

Although Legolas had to admit that this outlandish get-up made his perfect body look devastatingly sexy. Yes, the shiny black leather straps and decorative ties contrasted nicely with his pale fine skin. But Legolas didn’t appreciate hanging from the ceiling like a piece of decadent art, or, worse yet, like a carcass awaiting butchering. Fortunately these perverts had designed this leather and silver harness so Legolas felt no real pain. Yet. The way the chains balanced his body placed little stress on his arms. Hmm, Legolas saw that his slender arms were tied to the silver chains with violet silk scarves, the tension pulling his tall body into a clean line. How artistic. The soles of Legolas’ narrow feet still rested on the wooden floor but something told him that detail would change.

Physical sensations crowded Legolas’ startled mind. First off, what was attached to his nipples? Thin little silver clamps caressed his tight pink flesh, these attached by a silver chain. The swinging chain led down to Legolas’ cock and... aiii! What gripped his swollen cock? Legolas instantly saw the purpose of the set up. Blessed Gods no. Nothing was happening now but if someone pulled on the chain... Legolas shivered in pained anticipation.

Secondly what the hell was stuck up his tight ass? Legolas knew he certainly didn’t stick something up there so what cavorted inside him? Obviously something foreign was shoved deep inside him. Too deep. But what? Aiii... when Legolas tried squirming around to look those nipple clamps tighteneuch.uch.

Actually that sensation felt... nice.

No. Absolutely not. Legolas, were you out of your mind?

During Legolas’ sexual confusion the door to this cozy chamber of doom opened. Glorfindel entered, he still sucking on his mead. "Wow. Well just look at you, honey! Hmm, old Elrond is a supreme genius. For decades we’ve been trying to figure out how to play with your tantalizing flesh and now this scenario is perfect." Grinning in sincere admiration Glorfindel walked around Legolas whileoninoning with open delight. "Yes, Gods, Blondie, you are too, too perfect. What a sweet stunner! Your pale ski pur purer than starlight. Sweet." Callused fingers fondled Legolas’ ass.

After burping lustily Glorfindel shook his head. "Wow, by Ulmo’s Watery Balls it looks like I’m first one here. I’m shocked that the eager twins aren’t already up here testing your beauty out. Busy old Elrond had a little pressing business to clear up so he’ll be here soon."

Legolas helplessly giggled through his gag. Pressing business again! Ha!

Shaking back his golden hair Glorfindel reached up. Much to Legolas’ relief the big buffoon’s long fingers removed the gag. "You know, sweetie, I hate gags. The twins enjoy them but today I say no. I want to see your gorgeous face without this stupid ball stuck in your mouth since it makes you look like a roast pig holding an apple in your jaw. And let me tell you, doll, your shimmering hair really does me in. Mmm, Legolas, you do possess lovely hair. Let’s get rid of these boring battle braids, shall we? They aren’t very romantic."

Remaining dead silent Legolas studied Glorfindel’s handsome face, the golden one’s flesh now mere inches from his own. He felt the older Elf’s alluring warmth and smelled the potent mead on his breath. Well, Legolas could lunge forward and bite off Glorfindel’s nose but that might notsmarsmart. No, that would be downright insane. If he tried that Legolas felt confident that an enraged Glorfindel would treat him to a huge fist in the face.

After releasing Legolas’ last braid Glorfindel fluffed out Legolas’ silvery-blonde mane around his face. "There. Now, my pretty pet, you look sublime. You are an ode to beauty."

"Thank you." Aii! Legolas, why did you say that? Well come now, it was a nice compliment!

In reply a mead-soaked tongue rammed between Legolas’ startled lips. "Now, my cutie, don’t go away!" Glorfindel playfully patted Legolas’ cheek then he walked behind a painted screen. Oh ha, ha, very funny. Drunken old bastard!

Shaking his hair back from his structured cheeks Legolas further studied the small room. Amazing. Perverted didn’t begin to describe the exotic collection dancing before the Prince’s wide eyes. An assortment of whips, crops, strange instruments he didn’t recognize and... were they feather dusters?... hung neatly on the wall. Feather dusters? What the hell were they fortereteresting; all the implements looked shiny and clean. Legolas always imagined that such nasty things would be blood-coated and gore-infested. At least Legolas had been captured by tidy perverts. Right now he’d take comfort from small miracles.

Glorfindel emerged from behind the screen, he taking a second to pose before Legolas. Legolas’ wide eyes instantly trained on the muscular golden Lord. Whoa. Ye Gods. Now there stood one well-hung Elf Lord. Glorfindel strutted about clad in a spiderweb-inspired silver chain harness, the thin chains stretched tightly across his broad chest. His massive cock jutted from a black leather and silver mesh jockstrap. As Glorfindel continued displaying himself Legolas realized thin silver straps caressed the Lord’s muscular ass. Studded black leather gauntlets encased his powerful lower arms, while two thick gold cuffs pointed out just how strong his upper arms were.

Amazing. In theory Glorfindel should look ridiculous but Legolas found him... rather enticing. Gods, did they drug him? How could he think such lewd thoughts?

The door opened again, the twins near falling into the room in their race to be first inside. "Glorfindel! You didn’t start yet, did you?"

Pausing in drinking more mead Glorfindel shook his head. "No dear Ella, I am a good old Elf. I was just admiring the glorious fleshy view."

The twins rushed at Legolas in a panting four-legged pack. They circled around him, touching, stroking, pinching and fondling Legolas’ pale taut flesh. "Whee, our pretty prince is an erotic masterpiece! So how do you feel, dear Legolas? Is this fun? Ha, slut, you certainly enjoy displaying yourself so we thought thieciaecial outfit would be highly fitting for you."

Trying for a little dignity Legolas glared at the taunting twins. "Oh did you? Well I don’t understand what the hell you’re all thinking! When my Father hears of this..."

The Imladrean Elves indulged in uproarious laughter. After he recovered his breath Glorfindel yanked on the nipple chain. Legolas whimpered in pained surprise. Oooo. "My sweet little Elf, Thranduil will hardly be surprised. I told the old boy that you wanted to "hang out" with us for a while and he winked at me. Like this is a big surprise to him? Hell no."

No. Oh no. Feeling sick inside Legolas gaped in shock. "Are you telling me that my Father knew what you were going to do to me?"

Suddenly Glorfindel looked completely serious, his wide blue eyes narrowing a touch. Yes, this lovely spoilt brat needed a reality lesson. "Let me tell you something, Legolas, even your Father thinks that you act too high and mighty for your own good. You strut around acting like you are the Valar’s perfect gift to Middle Earth. Granted since you are highly delectable you have reason to act cocky but you lately have grown intolerable. Now it’s time to make you a little humble."

How dare he! Legolas almost spat at Glorfindel’s structured face. No, calm down. "Ha, by torturing me?"

One of the twins; in his sexual fright Legolas was having a hard time keeping them apart; laughed in pure amazement. "You call this torture? Please, Legolas, thismeremerely play. Would you rather we really torture you? Yum, I wouldn’t mind that fun at all. No, uumm, I wouldn’t mind seeing your deep red blood staining your pale smooth flesh. Normally our guests aren’t quite so eager." One strong slim hand reached for a particularly nasty-looking whip, the stiff leather studded with long silver spikes. "Shall I show you what I mean, you little slut?"

A frightened shiver shot through Legolas’ displayed body. He decided Elrohir spoke; Legolas remembered that twin twined green beads in his black hair. What was this nasty talk of blood? Oh Gods, did they mean to truly mar Legolas’ perfect flesh?

When Legolas didn’t respond Elrohir’s long nail poked Legolas’ taut chest. "Well, pretty one?"

After a second Legolas dropped his wide gaze. "No."

Strong fingers gripped his pointed chin and yanked his pale face back up. "No what?"

"No please don’t torture me." Legolas winced in utter shame. This was terrible! How humiliating!

Elrohir smiled. Leaning close he slowly licked Legolas’ smooth cheek. Mmm, Legolas’ frantic discomfort nearly made the younger twin come. "Please don’t torture me what?"

Trying to jerk his face away from the kittenish licking Legolas gasped in alarm. Gods, why was this happening to him? "What do you want from me?"

"The word master might be nice."

Glorfindel laughed in delight. "My, dear Elrohir, you are being pushy."

Squirming in fury Legolas hissed. "You sick pervert, I’ll never call yosterster!"

"Really now? Perhaps I will change your mind." Elrond quietly shut the door and stalked over to Legolas. His long fingers cruelly yanked the nipple chain. As his pink flesh lurched forward Legolas whimpered in fresh pain. "Yes, that’s our ultimate goal, lads. By the time we’re done with you, my pretty Prince, you’ll use the M word and like it."

"Never!" Well, the one word protest sounded good.

Clapping his hands in excitement Elrohir smiled knowingly. "Oh la da, that’s what they all say, eh, Big Daddy?"

"Precisely." Elrond gazed over his sons, a fond version of the viper smile appearing. "My lads, you’re not dressed yet? I am surprised."

In reply the twins grinned and tossed off their black silk robes. Legolas stared in fresh amazement. Their gloriously slender bodies were decorated in matching leather harnesses and codpieces, the buttery soft material coated with brass rings and square silver studs. One twin chose violet leather and the other emerald green. Both barely there outfits allowed their round butt cheeks to hang free. Well, now Legolas had no trouble identifying them.

Seeing their outfits Glorfindel supplied a sharp wolf-whistle. "Boys, oh yes, those new outfits are stunning! I adore how they cradle your pert buttocks."

Elladan preened in delight. "Thank you! We were saving them for a special occasion. I think the taming of the Mirkwood Monster counts, eh?"

Legolas’ new wrath almost choked him. "Look, you pernicious maggot, I am not a monster!"

In reply Elrond’s strong fingers yanked the nipple chain again. Ahh, now it was time for the mental teasing. Mmm, Elrond enjoyed that aspect as much as the physical breaking. golagolas, you educated slut, face it; you’re a cold, calculating, insolent, self-important monster. No one likes you; if it wasn’t for your superior beauty no one would come near you. They’d treat you like dank pond scum, which, I might add, is probably what fills your sorry, pinched soul. Ha, even your Father thinks you lower than a blood-sucking swamp leech. Yes, once I thought Thranduil the most arrogant Elf walking the earth, but you truly outflank him. Yet, you shallow little bitch, you are so obtuse you don’t realize your problem. Your holier than thou attitude makes me sick. You make me sick."

Since he could do nothing else Legolas merely gaped at Elrond in complete dismay. But he thought the Elf lord liked him! What was all this sudden harshness? A feeble protest broke free from his full lips. "No! That’s not fair! Come now, I am well beloved by all!"

Elrond’s creepy smile drilled into Legolas’ frightened soul. "Protest as you will, my sweet monster, yet we all know the real truth about you. That’s why you are here. For now think of us as your new attitude advisors. We’re going to advise you on how to beg and submit, all right?" Elrond rattled the nipple chain again. "Now if you’ll excuse me I need to change."

As he watched Elrond disar ber behind the screen Legolas shivered in mental anguish. Was it true? Did everyone only fawn over him because he was beautiful? Was he really such a heartless monster? All right, of course Legolas nurtured an ego the size of Gondor but what was wrong with that concept? What was wrong with thinking yourself perfect?

A mocking voice entered his hearing before Elladan jabbed a sharp fingernail into Legolas’ belly button. "Look at our pretty Prince contemplating his true worth! Yes, Big Daddy certainly knows how to make them think!"

Elrohir skipped to a lever near the door. "Can I sweep the slut off his narrow feet?"

Wagging his fingers at his eager twin Elladan shook his head. "Elrohir, honey, you know that’s Big Daddy’s pleasure."

Elrond’s commanding voice boomed from behind the screen. "Son, leave Legolas down. We’ll have him flying high soon enough."

Legolas still couldn’t comprehend Elrond’s cruel words. All right, he knew most Elves weren’t fond of him but still, he had friends and lovers, right? Yet remember those lovers never lasted for long. Did he end up driving them away?

Was he truly that horrible?

Nonsense. These sick perverts were just trying to confuse him. Seething with fresh rage Legolas stomped his right foot. "I demand that you set me free! Now!"

As he giggled Elladan called to Elrond. "Big Daddy, you’d better hurry; someone has discovered his arrogant second wind!"

"So I hear." Elrond stepped out from behind the screen.

Legolas couldn’t believe what his gaping eyes saw before him.

The giggling twins instantly danced to their Father and hugged him close. "Big Daddy, aha, someone else has been hiding a new outfit! You look totally amazing!"

Glorfindel slid his lusting eyes over Elrond’s firm body. "Come now, you beautiful old tease, how can I concentrate on playing with our little Blondie here when you look so tempting?"

"Thank you, all." After kissing his sons Elrond performed a playful little bow.

Legolas couldn’t tear his wide-eyed gaze away from Elrond’s pale chiseled body. The mighty Elf lord wore a skin-tight black leather corset, the silver laces pullihe she supple leather snug against Elrond’s muscular body. Elegant leather straps dotted with inch-long spikes curled over Elrond’s broad shoulders. Bright silver rings, two shimmering beacons in all that black leather, defined Elrond’s tight plum nipples. Glittering silver lacing secured a thin leather codpiece over Elrond’s cock. As his stunned eyes measured the big bulge Legolas knew that the ancient Elf owned a jawbreaker. Now Legolas knew what Elrond hid under those heavy velvet robes. Amazing.

Legolas’ wide gaze traveled lower. Delicate leather straps held up thigh-high, shiny black leather boots. Wicked silver tipped high-heels completed the entire erotic package. Elrond was a walking wet dream, one that Legolas would never ever admit to enjoying. Never.

As he numbly stared at Elrond’s incredible boots Legolas shivered. He had a funny feeling he knew where one of those silver tips might end up. Brrr.

Elrond controlled his satisfied smile. Oh Gods, he loved it when he received the proper stunned response. The pretty Prince looked immensely frightened yet fascinated. Perfect.

Fixing his glacial gaze to Legolas’ pale frightened face Elrond stalked forward. Legolas was surprised to see that Elrond easily walked in those spiky high heels. He couldn’t imagine even trying to balance in such bizarre boots. Legolas had never seen the like before in his entire life, well, in his dreams but... aii! These Imladrean perverts certainly turned dark imagination into vivid reality!

Legolas felt jealous. And here he thought he acted adventurous. Ha, compared to these wackos he was in the junior league.

Once he stood before Legolas the spiked heels gave Elrond a four-inch height advantage. Drawing close he glared down into Legolas’ wide deep blue eyes. "So, sweet slut, have you reconsidered your unwise words?"

This was madness! Feeling reckless Legolas sneered up into Elrond’s handsome face. "Which ones, you half-Elven freak?"

Yes, mmm, Elrond loved defiance! His wide smile defined excitement. "Ohh, so now you want to act up, eh? Excellent, my slut. I felt afraid you might dissolve into a whimpering little baby so I am glad to see your spirit. Rebellion is more to to break." Elrond’s long fingers reached out, he slowly tightening the nipple clamps. As his expert fingers worked one sharp silver heel ground down into Legolas’ narrow right foot.

Aii! Legolas bit his lower lip and desperately tried not to whimper in pain. His teeth broke his silken flesh. Tangy blood oozed into his mouth. Resisting the urge to scream Legolas sensed the others gathering close. A hand toyed with whatever was jammed up his ass. Oooo! Oh Great Gods that felt wonderful! The steady pumping motion was heady. But this event was so confusing; how could he feel pleasure and pain all at once?

Elrond released Legolas’ foot from the heel’s sharp captivity. Blood spurted free from the hole. Holding the nipple chain he gestured to Elladan, who scampered to the lever by the door. Now the true fun would begin. "Dear son, perform the honors."

Legolas felt two distinct sensations. His harnessed body yanked a good two feet off the ground but Elrond’s fingers didn’t release the nipple chain.

This time Legolas screamed in stunned pain. Aii, please don’t rip my nipples or cock off! While Legolas hung there panting Elrond swiftly alternated between yanking and gently tugging. Choking hoarsely Legolas writhed in pain. Gods, the gentle tugging felt ridiculously sexy; the brutal yanking felt agonizing.

"Which do you like, my little slut?"

Legolas refused to answer, which caused a brutal yank. "Nooo!"

Elrond smiled in satisfaction. "Ahh, so you don’t like the strict tug. Too bad. Elladan, position our guest...hmm, let’s use number 4."

Legolas squealed in shock. His lithe torso plunged toward the floor but his arms yanked up behind his back. Ouch! The chains dropped his narrow hips just enough so his naked ass still waved in the air. When Legolas’ thick blonde hair flung forward the heavy mass formed a silky cave around his face, blinding the helpless Elf.

"Now that’s what I call a perfect ass. Round, tight and sweet. I have been patting this work of art all festival." A strong hand caressed Legolas’ ass cheeks. "Elladan, my dear brother, since this rude slut distracted you during that last arms festival I think you deserve the first honors. Do you agree, Big Daddy?"

"That is a fine idea, Elrohir. While Elladan enjoys himself I’ll see what our little slave’s mouth feels like against my cock." Elrond’s fingers freed his massive cock from the leather restraint. Moaning softly he rubbed his hard flesh against Legolas’ silky hair. Mmm, delicious, yes, that felt luscious

A laughing Glorfindel held up small silver weights. "Hold on, before we go too far I want to deploy the nipple weights."

Elrond laughed in agreement. "Why how remiss of me! Yes, Glorfindel, but start out light. We don’t want to rip any sweet flesh; well, not yet."

What? Legolas couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Howling in one final rage he yanked against the harness, not caring about the pain. "No! What are you maniacs doing to me? Nooo!"

A resounding slap struck Legolas’ firm ass. "Shut your yapping trap, slave. Big Daddy, shut him up." More hard spanks slammed into Legolas’ ass.

"With pleasure." Strong fingers forced open Legolas’ surprised lips. Before he could resist a hard leather ring entered his mouth. The pressure forced his full lips open into a jaw-breaking "O". Legolas’ perfect strong teeth jammed snugly into the deep groove running around the ring. No, by the Gods no matter how hard he choked Legolas couldn’t spit the damned thing out. Only hoarse choking grunts and enraged squeaks emerged from his wide-open mouth.

Nggghhh! Sudden weight tugged on his abused nipples. If he squirmed the weights swung, yanking at his nipples and straining cock. When Elrond whipped his stiff cock against Legolas’ cheeks Legolas mentally began to pray. He had no idea how far these lunatics would go.

Elrond’s highly amused voice echoed above his head. "All right, everyone, on the count of three... one, two, three!"

The Elf Lord’s long, lethal cock filled Legolas’ mouth. All that hard Elven flesh almost drove the breath from his lungs. An equally long stiff cock slammed into his upended ass; Elladan wasted no time in savaging Legolas’ flesh. Keeping time with the thrusting Peredhels the whip’s smack gouged into his lean back. When Legolas twisted his slender body in pain his aching nipples nearly tore from his chest. The chain jerked his abused cock into rigid attention.

Legolas couldn’t even scream. But to Legolas’ surprise he did orgasm in a heroically hard rush, his spurt splattering against the wooden floor. His happy balls wanted to pump forever. Aiii, the release felt wonderful!

"Hey, look, lads, we have a pretty gusher!" Glorfindel’s warm mouth adhered to Legolas’ twitching cock and drained his rush.

Now that sexy contact felt divine. As Legolas hung there his confused mind tried sorting out the unusual sensations rampaging through his busy body. All right, Legolas could do without the whipping, and he wasn’t much on the mouth rape, especially since Elrond’s stiff cock was massive. But feeling all that hard flesh using his throat was, much to Legolas’ shock, becoming pleasurable. As much as Legolas hated admitting it fierce Elladan proved to be one spectacular cocksman. The dark twin acted like he had known Legolas’ tight passageway for decades.

Under all the relentless sexual attention Legolas squirmed in helpless pleasure. Gods help him, he was enjoying himself.

Yes, Legolas, see, here you were the center of attention. How perfect. How fitting.

Legolas felt his long cock stiffen again.

"Boys, someone likes his fun." Glorfindel’s merry laughter tickled Legolas’ taut stomach.

"I thought that would be the case." As Elrond spoke his brutal cock exploded his load into Legolas’ mouth. The searing flood roared down the prince’s convulsing throat. When Legolas released muffled howls of pain and tried jerking away Elrond’s strong hands gripped his thrashing head. Aiii! Legolas felt his lungs burn from lack of air! How did Elrond produce all that musky male juice? He was an ancient! Legolas frantically thought surely the old Elf would be nearly dry!

As his sharp nails pinched Legolas’ sweaty cheeks Elrond laughed in breathless lust. "You’ll discover, little slave, that as we Elves grow older we grow better."

Glorfindel’s words caressed Legolas’ ready to burst cock. "That’s the truth!"

Along with the pain and pleasure another "p" swarmed into the Prince’s mind. Now Legolas truly felt panic. Aii, maybe Elrond was reading his mind!

Yet when Elladan thrust and came suddenly Legolas didn’t care. He was too caught up in his own new serious orgasm.

Elrond returned to rubbing that glorious silky hair against his relaxed cock. Yes, feeling that soft blonde hair caressing against his damp flesh proved as potent as any aphrodisiac. His cock stiffened in delight. Divine.

This was going to be a memorable evening.

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Hours later Legolas’ slender body limply hung in the air. He now faced the carved ceiling. Exhausted laughter escaped from his raw throat since Elrond merrily raped him yet again. As Elrond pumped away into his pliant body the giggling twins danced those feather dusters across Legolas’ quivering body. Oh Gods, ohhhh, their light strokes caused the most decadent tickling sensations. Legolas felt like helpless laughter was his new language.

A sharp gasp alerted Legolas to Elrond’s next potent orgasm. Nnnghhh, Legolas came from laughing too hard, his twitching cock yanking his nipple clamps. Now he only laughed more.

Once Elrond emptied his monumental load into Legolas’ snug passage he shook his head. Regret tinged his deep voice. "My dears, I do believe I am spent."

Dropping the feather dusters both twins hugged their regal Father. Elladan licked Elrond’s left cheek. "You were wonderful, Big Daddy!"

Elrohir sighed in sexy delight. "Oh Big Daddy, I love you so much! Watching you break an Elf is sheer poetry!"

From his relaxed sprawl in a nearby chair Glorfindel waved his mead flagon toward the Elf Lord. "Here’s to my mighty old Elrond. Long may he fuck!"

Arching one of those regal thin brows Elrond gazed down into Legolas’ wide eyes. His long pointer finger ran down Legolas’ sweaty chest. Ahh, here came the real satisfaction. "Well, my sweet little slave?"

Coherent thought had long deserted Legolas’ lust-fevered brain. His lean body had almost short-circuited from the ridiculous non-stop pleasure. After considering Elrond’s words Legolas coughed then he smiled. He parted his bleeding lips. "More, please master?"

A collective cheer echoed from the twins. Jumping up and down they hugged their Father again. "Yes! Big Daddy does it again! Another satisfied Elf!"

Yes, it was always just a matter of patience. Elrond’s long fingers gripped Legolas’ limp cock. He slowly moved his sharp fingernails in a seductive pumping motion. "And what does my lovely little slave want more of, eh?"

Shivering in dark lust Legolas licked his ruined lips. "Everything, master." It was the truth. It was all good.

"Excellent. Will after dinner prove soon enough? Before we continue I think we could all do with a light meal. My own considerable energy reserves feel a touch low."

A dazed Legolas smiled in servile acceptance. "That would be perfect, master." As he swayed in his elaborate harness Legolas felt completely dizzy from his countless majestic orgasms. Yes, he decided anyone who made him come so much deserved to be called Master. Ha, Legolas wasn’t sure when he was going home.

Elrond’s fingers continued abusing Legolas’ cock. Yes, look at this contented little slut. Perhaps after dinner they would escalate the sensual events. Elrond thought that this pretty prince might relish a decadent amount of abuse.

Still massaging the sweet young flesh Elrond glanced at his watching eldest son. "Elladan, be a dear and go request the meal for the small upper morning room. I don’t feel like changing out of my boots."

"Of course, Big Daddy." After quickly shrugging into his robe Elladan slipped out.

Elrond gently tugged on Legolas’ nipple rings, just as he now knew Legolas liked it. "So, my little slave, shall you eat sitting or standing?"

"Will you feed me, master?"

"Ahh, yes, that might be fun."

Legolas shivered in supreme anticipation. The thought of accepting food from Elrond thrilled him. "Please feed me, master. I would feel honored."

"Very well, I shall. But, my sweet slave, let me warn you up front; there are rules to your eating. If you don’t ask me politely for each bite I shall do this to you." Elrond pulled at the silver chain. His gesture stretched Legolas’ bruised and bleeding nipples forward. "Understood?"

Whimpering in squirming pain Legolas whispered in respect. "Yes, my dear master. I absolutely understand."

Returning to the gentle tugging Elrond smiled in supreme satisfaction. His left hand resumed caressing Legolas’ cock. Yes, he definitely was the Big Daddy. As he watched his conquered Legolas squirm in pleasure Elrond idly wondered how he could lure the oh-so haughty Haldir in here. Well, that was the goal for the next Imladris-hosted arms and archery tournament! The thought of breaking that big obnoxious Lorien bastard made Elrond shiver in delight. That would be sport of a sterner nature. Breaking Legolas had proved sexy fun; Elrond knew breaking powerful Haldir might require much harsher measures.

Elrond dreamily eyed his favorite glass-studded cat-o-nine tails. How lovely. His toy created such exquisite pain.

A loud knock rattled the door. Now who could that be? Everyone knew Elrond didn’t like being distracted from his entertainment.

Before opening the door Elrohir glanced at Elrond, who nodded his approval. Frowning in confusion Elrohir cracked open the door. "Yes... oh! Big Daddy, look, Mithrandir is here! How perfect!" Giggling in glee Elrohir leapt on the laughing wizard.

As he hugged Elrohir close Mithrandir winked in heady delight. "Big Daddy, I met dear Elladan fetching dinner and he told me you were entertaining. By the Gods Old Blood, Elrond, now that is one spectacular young Elf! Deee-licious! And look at you! Aii, that sexy outfit is your best yet. Yes, ouch, my old staff is already saluting your masculine glory."

Elrond smiled at the excited wizard. "Thank you, my dear friend. And trust me, this sweet sexy piece is even better than he looks. High marks for flexibility and response." To prove his point Elrond dug his fingernails into Legolas’ stiff cock while constantly tugging his nipple chain.

Legolas squealed before spilling forth in a fresh pearly rush. Oh yesss...

Mithrandir clapped in appreciation. "Oh I say, he is responsive. Marvelous." Mithrandir turned his attention to Glorfindel. "My big golden darling, can you spare a little mead for your old friend or have you already drank Imladris dry?"

Smiling in fresh anticipation Elrond thoughtfully stroked Legolas’ limp cock. He adored how the pretty Elf twitched and whimpered. Yes, this evening just became more and more dangerous. Once wild old Mithrandir consumed a few flagons filled with mead all sorts of fascinating magical stunts took place. Excellent. Elrond still remembered what fun he had when Mithrandir experimented with Elrond’s cock length. Talk about having a third leg...

As he writhed under Elrond’s continued stroking Legolas shivered in amazement. Mithrandir was a member of this pack of perverts? Dear Gods. Well, as long as no one turned him into a fat green frog Prince...

Elrond suddenly smiled down into Legolas’ wide dazed eyes. It was the pinnacle of all creepy viper smiles. The Elf Lord winked before he playfully darted his long red tongue toward Legolas’ sweaty face. What a perfect frog imitation.

Gulp.

FIN