How the Mighty are Fallen

Melkor’s domain was unlike anything the Maia had seen before. The chamber they stood in looked to be carved from volcanic rock, and it was immense. Fires burned in open pits, illuminating the chamber’s unusual décor.

His senses reeling, Mairon could only stare at the chains suspended from the vast ceiling, the wooden crosses, the chains that were bolted to the rocky floor. Though he had never seen anything like it, his subconscious supplied him with thoughts of what the items could be used for. His heart pounding in his chest, he kept his silence and fought not to look too closely at his surroundings.

Melkor jerked the silky black hair harshly, dragging a startled gasp from the Maia and making him smile. “I’ll have more than gasps from you before I’m done,” he threatened softly. Looking about, his gaze settled on the chains suspended from the ceiling. The Vala chuckled, hauling Mairon to them by his hair.

Mairon offered no resistance, seeing the futility of it. He allowed Melkor to clamp the heavy iron manacles about his wrists then raise them so that he was nearly on tip-toe. A small part of him still believed there was hope for rescue … surely Ilúvatar would not allow this to happen to one of his children.

The Vala walked in a lazy circle around the Maia, admiring the supple body beneath the leggings and tunic. “A fine specimen you are,” he murmured, pausing to stroke Mairon’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Such beauty is meant to be … enjoyed.”

The Maia managed to not flinch overmuch when Melkor began tearing his clothing from him. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, not wanting to look at Melkor or at the chamber.

When Melkor had him stripped to just his boots, the torn leggings pooled about them, he smiled again. “All of this firm, toned flesh just begging to be touched,” he remarked, idly running a hand over the Maia’s chest, across his abdomen, down one long thigh. “I know just how it needs to be touched too, make no mistake of that.”

The feel of the Vala’s hand on his bare skin made him want to vomit. Though he had found other males attractive, he had never lain with one, and that his first time was rape from one he wasn’t attracted to was sickening. Mairon renewed his silent pleas to Ilúvatar that he be spared further cruelty from Melkor, that his lord would petition the other Valar to assist in locating him.

Melkor walked away from his pet, his pale eyes roving over his many instruments to determine what he should introduce Mairon to first. The heavy black whip tempted him, but he didn’t want to break him too quickly. No, he wanted to draw this out as much as he could … A cold smile tugging the corners of his mouth, he selected an iron cock ring first. After all, he didn’t want his pet enjoying himself too much this first time. No, Mairon would have to earn that privilege.

Mairon refused to look when he felt Melkor’s hands on his genitals, still fighting the urge to vomit. Something cold and hard was placed around the base of his cock and behind his balls, something that was slightly heavy as well. He felt the Vala move around behind him and immediately steeled himself for another raping.

Melkor had other ideas this time though. Using a healthy amount of his own spit, he began gently caressing around the Maia’s opening, teasing it. As it fluttered under his light touch, he penetrated him slowly, taking his time to draw it out and force Mairon to learn to enjoy it. Locating his gland, the Vala began rubbing circles around it, alternating between firm pressure and light stroking.

A shudder wracked the Maia involuntarily as the foul Vala found a spot inside him that seemed directly connected to his lust. Head thrown back, Mairon bit his lip hard as that spot was stroked, rubbed, and caressed over and over until he had no choice but to respond to it. His cock swelled and his balls drew tight against him, and in that instant the device about them showed its true purpose. Panting, he looked down to see the iron band imbedded in his flesh and knew he would not obtain release nor would his lust leave him until it was removed.

Once Melkor had Mairon fully erect he removed his fingers from his body. Going back to his instruments, he picked up a heavy horsehide flogger and took his place behind him. “Such a wonderful canvas to work with,” he commented, and began flogging the Maia at once.

“Ilúvatar … why have you forsaken me?” Mairon breathed, his back arching away from the blows as best he was able.

“You dare ask for him in my domain?” Melkor snapped, incredulous. “Well then … perhaps I’ve been too nice to you!” The Vala slung down the flogger, picking up the heavy black whip and another cruel device to teach the Maia not to disrespect him again. Stalking to Mairon, he jerked his head up and held the pear in front of his face. “Know you what this is, pet?”

Mairon stared at the iron object, his amber eyes taking note of the shape and knowing the Vala meant to put it inside him. “N-no … Master,” he forced himself to answer.

“You’ll soon find out then, you insolent, ungrateful whelp,” Melkor growled. Going around behind him, he spat on the pear and forced it into the Maia’s body, taking care that the trigger device was easily reached. “Let’s see if I can’t teach you to have more respect for me than you surely do.” Moving back, he cast the whip back and brought it forward hard, laying into that perfect, pale back.

A scream was ripped from Mairon at the feel of the whip tearing into his flesh. Tears sprang unbidden to his eyes, and he writhed in his bonds. The Vala was relentless though, sending that vicious black tongue to slice into him again and again. The Maia was helpless to stop the screams, the pleas for mercy that fell from his lips, desperate to make the agony end. Mairon was near incoherent when Melkor finally decided he’d opened enough of his flesh with the whip … oh, but there was one final lesson in pain to learn.

Melkor stalked up to Mairon, snarling in rage. “Never, ever utter that name again!” he hissed, reaching between the Maia’s cheeks for the trigger device. “If ever I hear you speak that name, this will seem a blessing compare to what you’ll endure!”

White-hot agony flared inside the Maia with a click, dragging a keening cry from him. Knives had sprung open in his body, he was sure of. At once his stomach contracted and he vomited on the floor, retching and choking while Melkor looked on in hatred.

“You will learn to respect me,” Melkor hissed. “If I have to beat you every day, you will learn to give me your undying loyalty.” That said, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Mairon to hang in his bonds and think about what he’d said.