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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,098
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
Title: Broken
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
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Merry sat quietly on the bed, watching as Pippin paced the perimeter of their room. “I don’t know why you do that all the time, Pip. It never accomplishes anything.”
Pippin looked up at him, stopping next to a small table. “I can’t just do nothing while Legolas is hurting, Merry,” he said before crossing the room to the lone window, staring through the bars at the outside world.
Merry sighed and stood from the bed, walking over to stand next behind his cousin. “I know,” he said, softly, letting the younger hobbit lean back against him. He frowned, suddenly realizing something. “Why do you suppose they took Legolas tonight? They usually come for him in the morning.”
Pippin cocked his head, thinking. “I don’t know, Merry,” he said, looking up at the slightly taller hobbit. “Do you think he’ll be ok?”
Merry didn’t answer him, and Pippin hadn’t really expected him to. They both knew the answer already.
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Legolas stared fearfully at the hobbit standing next to the bed, trembling as Frodo continued to pet him. Frodo smirked at the elf lying naked on his bed and let his hand trail over the elf’s ass. “Good evening, my pet,” Frodo purred, climbing up to sit next to the elf. “I bet you’re wondering why you’re here, at this time of night.” He leaned over Legolas and kissed the elf’s back, licking a line up to his face. “I know you’re used to spending the day with me,” he said before capturing Legolas’ lips with his own, forcing his tongue into the elf’s mouth. Legolas closed his eyes, trying to block out what was happening, but opened them quickly when Frodo raked his fingernails over barely healed wounds.
Frodo e the the kiss and glared at his pet. “You know better than to close your eyes, whore!” Frodo yelled, pushing his fingernails deeper into the elf’s flesh. Legolas winced but kept his eyes opened, staring at the wall. Frodo, seeing him obey, pulled his hand away from the now bleeding wound and stroked Legolas’ hair, coating his blond hair with fresh blood. “That’s better, my pet,” he whispered, leaning down to nip gently at a pointed ear. “My Sam has gone on a trip, he’ll be gone for days.” He ran his tongue over Legolas’ cheek. “You don’t want me to be all alone in this big bed, do you?” Frodo paused, seemingly waiting for an answer. Legolas trembled, not knowing if his master truly wanted an answer, or if he would be punished for speaking without permission. Frodo glared at Legolas and gave his hair a hard yank. “Speak!”
“I do not, my lord,” Legolas whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse. It had been a long time since he was last allowed to speak.
Frodo smiled and released his hair, leaning down to kiss him gently. “You’re so beautiful, my pet. Everyone is so jealous that you belong to Sam and I. They all want you for themselves.” He stroked Legolas’ cheek, gazing lovingly at him. “They come here you know,” he continued, kissing the tip of the elf’s nose. “They ask, they beg, for the chance to use you.” He placed a kiss on the elf’s forehead, his hand roving over Legolas’ back. “We always refuse, but allow them to enter the palace, to plead their case.” He raised his head and smiled at Legolas, his hand trailing lower. “Do you know what they say, my pet? What they wish to do to you?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, his hand now caressing Legolas’ ass. “Some wish to taou hou hard, unprepared on the floor, your back scraping roughly against cold stone as they drive harshly into you over and over until they come deep inside your torn passage.”
He paused, kissing Legolas hard while inserting a finger into his entrance. When he broke the kiss, he stared hard into the elf’s eyes, his finger scraping painfully against the walls of Legolas’ passage. “Others want you to pleasure them with your mouth, deep-throating them and sucking hard. They want to see you flush with shame and fear as you swallow their seed.”
Legolas stared wide-eyed at the wall, not daring to close his eyes. He hated it when his master was in this kind of mood, hated how afraid it made him feel to hear those words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
2 years ago
Legolas stared up at the trees, shocked to find himself on his back, the two hobbits staring down at him. “Frodo? Sam?” he asked, sitting up. “What are you doing?”
Frodo and Sam looked at each other, smiling, before returning their attention to the elf. “We’re playing, Legolas,” Frodo answered, laying a hand on Legolas’ shoulder and squeezing it gently.
Legolas frowned, confused. “Playing? What kind of game is this?”
Frodo smirked. “The most fun kind,” he answered before forcing his lips onto the elf’s. Legolas tried to move away but was stopped by Sam, who had moved behind him while Frodo distracted him. Sam grabbed him by the hair, holding him in place as Frodo pushed his tongue inside Legolas’ mouth.
Legolas began to panic and raised his arms, intending to push Frodo away. Unfortunately, his actions didn’t go unnoticed by either hobbit and he swiftly found his wrists held tightly in Frodo’s hands while Sam wrapped one arm around Legolas’ neck. ‘When did they get so strong?’ he asked himself, finding it impossible for him to even move.
When they became desperate for breath, Frodo released his mouth, both breathing heavily. Frodo smiled at the flushed elf and kissed his cheek. “You’re beautiful like this.”
Legolas glared at the hobbit, still unable to move. “Like what?”
Sam smiled and leaned down so he was next to the elf’s ear. “Vulnerable, Legolas. Fragile.”
Legolas jerked in his captors’ grip, his eyes flashing. “I am not fragile.”
Frodo smirked. “Not yet. But when you’re screaming,” he began, stopping to kiss Legolas deeply before continuing, “begging for us to stop.” He smiled up at Sam, who had begun to suck on the elf’s ear. “Then you’ll be fragile,” he finished, once again pressing his lips against Legolas’ as Sam pulled the elf down to the grass.
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Now
Frodo yanked his finger out of the elf, causing Legolas to wince, and stared at his pet. “What game shall we play tonight, my little whore?” He cocked his head, pretending to think, and then smiled. He got from the bed and raced towards a large trunk that sat beneath the large window. “I know just the thing!” he said, throwing open the lid and digging around for a moment before he found what he wanted.
Legolas watched fearfully, knowing that he wouldn’t like this at all. Frodo turned and walked back to the bed, hiding his hands behind his back. He smirked as he climbed up next to the elf and shrugged off his robe, before showing Legolas his prize.
The elf stared at the small gloves, his eyes growing wide as he saw the many tiny spikes. He glanced quickly at his mr ber before remember his place and looking away, back at the wall.
Frodo smiled and moved so he was sitting on the elf’s legs. He stared at the pale body beneath him, growing hard as he felt Legolas tremble. “That’s right, my pet,” he whispered, pulling on the gloves and running his hands over the smooth back, causing angry red trails to appear on the elf’s sensitive skin. “Tremble for me, bleed for me, my little whore.” He leaned down and bit hard into the elf’s back, causing Legolas to jump slightly.
Frodo laughed and wiggled his hips, pushing the tip of his cock between the elf’s crease. “You don’t like pain, do you, my pet?” he asked as he gripped the elf’s shoulders in his hands, driving the spikes into Legolas’ flesh, and pulled himself closer to the elf’s ass. “You don’t like it when I hurt you, make you bleed,” he whispered huskily, pushing his cock against the elf’s entrance. Legolas trembled beneath him and forced himself to relax, reminding himself that it would hurt less if he weren’t tense.
Frodo frowned when he noticed what his elf was doing. He raked his hands roughly down Legolas’ arms, grabbing his wrists and yanking them behind his back. He felt Legolas tense again and smirked, thrusting cruelly into the elf’s tight, unprepared entrance.
Legolas screamed as pain exploded in his body, Frodo riding him hard and fast, giving him no time to adjust. The hobbit tightened his grip on the elf’s wrists, pushing Legolas’ arms up until Legolas felt as if they would break.
Frodo continued to move in and out of the tight passage, the elf’s screams encouraging him, adding to his pleasure. He released Las’ as’ arms, slamming his hands down on the elf’s sides, pulling him to his hands and knees. He smiled when his pet obeyed and began driving harder into the elf, listening as the screams grew louder and more hoarse.
He changed his rhythm suddenly, angling his hips so he could penetrate deeper. He wrapped his arms around Legolas’ waist, pushing the spikes into the elf’s stomach and yanking him up, so he was now sitting in Frodo’s lap. Frodo pulled Legolas down harshly onto his cock, before moving one hand to the elf’s throat, scraping the spikes against his skin. “Scream for me, my little whore. Scream until you have no voice left.”
Legolas obeyed, screaming louder and sobbing as Frodo thrust into him. He screamed until he began to choke on his own tears, his screams fading into pathetic whimpers as Frodo thrust brutally into him a few more times before releasing his burning seed.
Frodo held Legolas tight, running his hands down the elf’s sides, trying to calm the frightened creature. He kissed Legolas’ shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him close before pushing the elf forward and yanking his cock roughly out of Legolas’ torn and bleeding passage.
Legolas collapsed on the bed, his body trembling in pain. He felt Frodo crawl up the bed and lie beside him, felt the hobbits hand stroking his hair. “Face me, my pet.” Legolas obeyed, turning his head to look at his master. Frodo stared at him, smiling sweetly, and he almost looked like the innocent hobbit that Legolas had first met in Rivendell.
The hobbit’s smile turned into a cruel smirk, ruining Legolas’ dream of a better time, and dragged his still gloved hands over the elf’s back before leaning in to kiss him gently, his tongue sliding into Legolas’ mouth. When the kiss ended, Frodo reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over them both before pulling the elf towards him and wrapping his arms around the slim waist. “Until Sam returns, you sleep here, my little whore,” Frodo whispered before falling into a light sleep.
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A/N: That has to be the longest chapter I have ever written. And it was all sex. I can’t believe it.
Author: Cheysuli
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Legolas/Frodo, Legolas/Sam, Merry/Pippin (Implied), Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkien’s creations.
Archive: LoM, Daemel, any other place you want to stick it (just let me know).
Summary: AU. Frodo and Sam have been corrupted and have claimed the Ring… and Legolas as their own. Slash | Rape | Slavery | Abuse | Hurt/Comfort
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Merry sat quietly on the bed, watching as Pippin paced the perimeter of their room. “I don’t know why you do that all the time, Pip. It never accomplishes anything.”
Pippin looked up at him, stopping next to a small table. “I can’t just do nothing while Legolas is hurting, Merry,” he said before crossing the room to the lone window, staring through the bars at the outside world.
Merry sighed and stood from the bed, walking over to stand next behind his cousin. “I know,” he said, softly, letting the younger hobbit lean back against him. He frowned, suddenly realizing something. “Why do you suppose they took Legolas tonight? They usually come for him in the morning.”
Pippin cocked his head, thinking. “I don’t know, Merry,” he said, looking up at the slightly taller hobbit. “Do you think he’ll be ok?”
Merry didn’t answer him, and Pippin hadn’t really expected him to. They both knew the answer already.
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Legolas stared fearfully at the hobbit standing next to the bed, trembling as Frodo continued to pet him. Frodo smirked at the elf lying naked on his bed and let his hand trail over the elf’s ass. “Good evening, my pet,” Frodo purred, climbing up to sit next to the elf. “I bet you’re wondering why you’re here, at this time of night.” He leaned over Legolas and kissed the elf’s back, licking a line up to his face. “I know you’re used to spending the day with me,” he said before capturing Legolas’ lips with his own, forcing his tongue into the elf’s mouth. Legolas closed his eyes, trying to block out what was happening, but opened them quickly when Frodo raked his fingernails over barely healed wounds.
Frodo e the the kiss and glared at his pet. “You know better than to close your eyes, whore!” Frodo yelled, pushing his fingernails deeper into the elf’s flesh. Legolas winced but kept his eyes opened, staring at the wall. Frodo, seeing him obey, pulled his hand away from the now bleeding wound and stroked Legolas’ hair, coating his blond hair with fresh blood. “That’s better, my pet,” he whispered, leaning down to nip gently at a pointed ear. “My Sam has gone on a trip, he’ll be gone for days.” He ran his tongue over Legolas’ cheek. “You don’t want me to be all alone in this big bed, do you?” Frodo paused, seemingly waiting for an answer. Legolas trembled, not knowing if his master truly wanted an answer, or if he would be punished for speaking without permission. Frodo glared at Legolas and gave his hair a hard yank. “Speak!”
“I do not, my lord,” Legolas whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse. It had been a long time since he was last allowed to speak.
Frodo smiled and released his hair, leaning down to kiss him gently. “You’re so beautiful, my pet. Everyone is so jealous that you belong to Sam and I. They all want you for themselves.” He stroked Legolas’ cheek, gazing lovingly at him. “They come here you know,” he continued, kissing the tip of the elf’s nose. “They ask, they beg, for the chance to use you.” He placed a kiss on the elf’s forehead, his hand roving over Legolas’ back. “We always refuse, but allow them to enter the palace, to plead their case.” He raised his head and smiled at Legolas, his hand trailing lower. “Do you know what they say, my pet? What they wish to do to you?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, his hand now caressing Legolas’ ass. “Some wish to taou hou hard, unprepared on the floor, your back scraping roughly against cold stone as they drive harshly into you over and over until they come deep inside your torn passage.”
He paused, kissing Legolas hard while inserting a finger into his entrance. When he broke the kiss, he stared hard into the elf’s eyes, his finger scraping painfully against the walls of Legolas’ passage. “Others want you to pleasure them with your mouth, deep-throating them and sucking hard. They want to see you flush with shame and fear as you swallow their seed.”
Legolas stared wide-eyed at the wall, not daring to close his eyes. He hated it when his master was in this kind of mood, hated how afraid it made him feel to hear those words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
2 years ago
Legolas stared up at the trees, shocked to find himself on his back, the two hobbits staring down at him. “Frodo? Sam?” he asked, sitting up. “What are you doing?”
Frodo and Sam looked at each other, smiling, before returning their attention to the elf. “We’re playing, Legolas,” Frodo answered, laying a hand on Legolas’ shoulder and squeezing it gently.
Legolas frowned, confused. “Playing? What kind of game is this?”
Frodo smirked. “The most fun kind,” he answered before forcing his lips onto the elf’s. Legolas tried to move away but was stopped by Sam, who had moved behind him while Frodo distracted him. Sam grabbed him by the hair, holding him in place as Frodo pushed his tongue inside Legolas’ mouth.
Legolas began to panic and raised his arms, intending to push Frodo away. Unfortunately, his actions didn’t go unnoticed by either hobbit and he swiftly found his wrists held tightly in Frodo’s hands while Sam wrapped one arm around Legolas’ neck. ‘When did they get so strong?’ he asked himself, finding it impossible for him to even move.
When they became desperate for breath, Frodo released his mouth, both breathing heavily. Frodo smiled at the flushed elf and kissed his cheek. “You’re beautiful like this.”
Legolas glared at the hobbit, still unable to move. “Like what?”
Sam smiled and leaned down so he was next to the elf’s ear. “Vulnerable, Legolas. Fragile.”
Legolas jerked in his captors’ grip, his eyes flashing. “I am not fragile.”
Frodo smirked. “Not yet. But when you’re screaming,” he began, stopping to kiss Legolas deeply before continuing, “begging for us to stop.” He smiled up at Sam, who had begun to suck on the elf’s ear. “Then you’ll be fragile,” he finished, once again pressing his lips against Legolas’ as Sam pulled the elf down to the grass.
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Now
Frodo yanked his finger out of the elf, causing Legolas to wince, and stared at his pet. “What game shall we play tonight, my little whore?” He cocked his head, pretending to think, and then smiled. He got from the bed and raced towards a large trunk that sat beneath the large window. “I know just the thing!” he said, throwing open the lid and digging around for a moment before he found what he wanted.
Legolas watched fearfully, knowing that he wouldn’t like this at all. Frodo turned and walked back to the bed, hiding his hands behind his back. He smirked as he climbed up next to the elf and shrugged off his robe, before showing Legolas his prize.
The elf stared at the small gloves, his eyes growing wide as he saw the many tiny spikes. He glanced quickly at his mr ber before remember his place and looking away, back at the wall.
Frodo smiled and moved so he was sitting on the elf’s legs. He stared at the pale body beneath him, growing hard as he felt Legolas tremble. “That’s right, my pet,” he whispered, pulling on the gloves and running his hands over the smooth back, causing angry red trails to appear on the elf’s sensitive skin. “Tremble for me, bleed for me, my little whore.” He leaned down and bit hard into the elf’s back, causing Legolas to jump slightly.
Frodo laughed and wiggled his hips, pushing the tip of his cock between the elf’s crease. “You don’t like pain, do you, my pet?” he asked as he gripped the elf’s shoulders in his hands, driving the spikes into Legolas’ flesh, and pulled himself closer to the elf’s ass. “You don’t like it when I hurt you, make you bleed,” he whispered huskily, pushing his cock against the elf’s entrance. Legolas trembled beneath him and forced himself to relax, reminding himself that it would hurt less if he weren’t tense.
Frodo frowned when he noticed what his elf was doing. He raked his hands roughly down Legolas’ arms, grabbing his wrists and yanking them behind his back. He felt Legolas tense again and smirked, thrusting cruelly into the elf’s tight, unprepared entrance.
Legolas screamed as pain exploded in his body, Frodo riding him hard and fast, giving him no time to adjust. The hobbit tightened his grip on the elf’s wrists, pushing Legolas’ arms up until Legolas felt as if they would break.
Frodo continued to move in and out of the tight passage, the elf’s screams encouraging him, adding to his pleasure. He released Las’ as’ arms, slamming his hands down on the elf’s sides, pulling him to his hands and knees. He smiled when his pet obeyed and began driving harder into the elf, listening as the screams grew louder and more hoarse.
He changed his rhythm suddenly, angling his hips so he could penetrate deeper. He wrapped his arms around Legolas’ waist, pushing the spikes into the elf’s stomach and yanking him up, so he was now sitting in Frodo’s lap. Frodo pulled Legolas down harshly onto his cock, before moving one hand to the elf’s throat, scraping the spikes against his skin. “Scream for me, my little whore. Scream until you have no voice left.”
Legolas obeyed, screaming louder and sobbing as Frodo thrust into him. He screamed until he began to choke on his own tears, his screams fading into pathetic whimpers as Frodo thrust brutally into him a few more times before releasing his burning seed.
Frodo held Legolas tight, running his hands down the elf’s sides, trying to calm the frightened creature. He kissed Legolas’ shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him close before pushing the elf forward and yanking his cock roughly out of Legolas’ torn and bleeding passage.
Legolas collapsed on the bed, his body trembling in pain. He felt Frodo crawl up the bed and lie beside him, felt the hobbits hand stroking his hair. “Face me, my pet.” Legolas obeyed, turning his head to look at his master. Frodo stared at him, smiling sweetly, and he almost looked like the innocent hobbit that Legolas had first met in Rivendell.
The hobbit’s smile turned into a cruel smirk, ruining Legolas’ dream of a better time, and dragged his still gloved hands over the elf’s back before leaning in to kiss him gently, his tongue sliding into Legolas’ mouth. When the kiss ended, Frodo reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over them both before pulling the elf towards him and wrapping his arms around the slim waist. “Until Sam returns, you sleep here, my little whore,” Frodo whispered before falling into a light sleep.
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A/N: That has to be the longest chapter I have ever written. And it was all sex. I can’t believe it.