Something Special, Something Sacred

Lórien, Third Age 2032

Erestor checked his packs a final time and sighed heavily. A month had passed, leaving him aching for his lover. Though he had relieved his need almost daily, he still longed to feel Glorfindel pliant beneath him, begging him for the kiss of the cane. To see the glorious Elda hard, ready and marked by *his* hand was enough to undo Erestor...

A knock at his door drew him from his reverie. Erestor opened the door and looked into the silver eyes of the Lord of Lórien. "My Lord Celeborn," he said, bowing slightly. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Erestor. Would you please join me in my study?" Celeborn asked, his back straight and his face a mask of indifference.

"Of course, my Lord," Erestor said, stepping into the hallway. "What is it you need of me?" he asked as he followed Celeborn's quick steps. The Elf-lord did not reply and Erestor felt a slight twinge of unease, which escalated into panic when they bypassed Celeborn's study.

He knew what lay beyond the study.

"Celeborn," he said, stopping several feet behind the Elf-lord who had stopped before a non-descript door. Silver eyes met ink-black ones. "I cannot go in there with you."

The Lorien Lord raised an eyebrow. "And why not?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Erestor's smile was cold and didn't reach his eyes. "I belong to Glorfindel," he said simply.

"The great Master Erestor finally belongs to someone?" Celeborn said with a laugh. "No, he does not own you. You and I both know he does not give you what I once did."

"Perhaps not," Erestor said. "But, he does give me what you never would."

Celeborn looked surprised for a moment before he regained his composure. "He submits," he whispered.

"Aye. He does."

The Sinda stood a bit straighter. "I do not ask you to submit to me this night. I ask for your presence in this room with another to dominate."

Erestor knew this game. He had been the victim of it for all three of his masters. "Very well. I will accompany you."

"Good." Celeborn smiled and opened the door, leading Erestor into the dimly lit playroom.

A true smile appeared on Erestor's lips, causing his eyes to twinkle with anticipation. "Oh, my, Celeborn. What is this you have?"

Strapped to a table face down, with glowing red buttocks, was Haldir of Lórien. The Elf was still panting, and Erestor licked his lips as he took in the familiar hard shaft dripping with unspent desire. Erestor slowly circled the table, slowly unbuttoning his robe. "Haldir... had I known how desperate you were for the touch of the flail, I would never have let you go," he teased, allowing the heavy fabric to fall from his shoulders. Erestor stood before Haldir's prone form in his trousers and a thin undershirt, his arousal already apparent.

Celeborn took a long, thick leather strap and handed it to Erestor while he stripped himself of his robes. "Do you crave the strap, Haldir?" Celeborn asked as he hung his robes by the door.

"Aye, Master," Haldir panted, closing his eyes.

"Erestor," Celeborn said, joining the Noldo at the head of the table. "I desire you to truly make his backside ache. I want to find my pleasure in his mouth while you make him squirm under the lash." Celeborn's voice was thick and his length bobbed freely before Haldir's parted lips.

The Noldo's eyes burned with remembered nights with both the Elf-lord and March Warden. He took position behind Haldir and smiled at Celeborn. The Lórien Lord fed his shaft to the bound Elf, his glittering eyes watching eagerly as Erestor raised the strap and brought it down on the tender, abused flesh of Haldir's backside.

Erestor watched Celeborn thrust in and out of Haldir's willing mouth while the Noldo striped the bound Elf's thighs and backside with the strap. He remembered each of Haldir's sensitive spots, recalled the Elf's limits and soon had Haldir moving in cadence with the blows. Erestor throbbed within his trousers and knew he would have to rush to his quarters to relieve his discomfort. He had not lied to Celeborn in the hallway; Erestor belonged to Glorfindel now and would not betray their relationship.

Celeborn withdrew from Haldir's mouth, and Erestor could see the firm erection he knew so well glistening in the low light. The Lórien Lord must have noticed, for he grinned wolfishly. "Are you certain you do not wish to take my place here, Erestor?" he asked in a voice thick with passion.

Erestor opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as he began to seriously consider the offer. Ultimately, though, he shook his head. "Yes, my Lord, I am certain."

Celeborn shrugged slightly. "As you wish. If we are finished with his mouth, then, I see no reason to leave it open." He reached into the pool of his robes on the floor and produced a rubber ball gag. He fastened it securely around Haldir's head so that it held the March Warden's mouth open but completely filled. Celeborn then unfastened the latches holding Haldir's shackles to the table. He used a small lever on the wall to lower a dangling chain, and Haldir obediently raised his arms to allow Celeborn to hook the iron wrist cuffs to it.

Erestor watched with a technical fascination. The winching mechanism that Celeborn used was elegant: completely hidden and virtually silent. He would have to speak to the silver-haired Elf-lord later about having something similar crafted for his own playroom. He brought his attention, with some difficulty, back to the other occupants of the room. Celeborn had raised the chain -- and consequently, Haldir -- so that the March Warden was pulled into a kneeling position on the table and was currently laying on the table himself, positioned with his hips between Haldir's legs.

"Would you prepare our pet?" Celeborn asked while stroking his length languidly.

The Noldo nodded and took a large decanter of oil from a shelf; trust Celeborn to never need to call for a servant mid-session. Erestor coated his hand with the viscous fluid and easily slid two fingers into Haldir's passage. He knew how well used Haldir's body was and Erestor quickly prepared the moaning, squirming Elf impaled on his fingers. "I think he's ready, my Lord," Erestor said huskily. "He seems most eager." Erestor crooked his fingers within the clenching channel and chuckled when Haldir stiffened, his muffled cries of pleasure filling the room.

Celeborn's eyes flickered up to Haldir as Erestor's fingers left Haldir's body. Erestor knew the look; Celeborn was silently reminding the gagged Elf of his duty. Haldir slowly lowered himself onto Celeborn's erection, moaning behind the large ball in his mouth. Once he had settled on the Elf-lord, the March Warden began to fluidly gyrate atop Celeborn, wringing moans of pleasure from Celeborn's full lips.

As he watched, Erestor throbbed painfully. He did not think he could wait until he returned to his rooms, so the Noldo untied his trousers and took himself in hand. Erestor's eyes became half-lidded and his lips parted. He remembered the tightness of Glorfindel, the smell of his fluids, and the sound of his cries. They were nothing like Haldir's pleasurable grunts or Celeborn's low moans, but he could almost recall the exact pitch of Glorfindel's voice as the Elda found his release. Erestor rubbed his hand over the swollen head of his cock, his fist tight and slick around his heavy shaft.

He was lost in his memory, his eyes focused on where the two Elves before him became one, when he felt the brush against his mind. Erestor raised his eyes and met the lust-darkened gaze of Celeborn. His hand never faltering in its stroking, Erestor let Celeborn into his mind.

/Are you enjoying yourself ?/ was Celeborn's hazy thought.

Erestor smirked. /Most assuredly. I have always found him to be a lovely Elf to watch in passionate submission ./

/You do not take him... why?/

/I told you; I belong to Glorfindel,/ Erestor said forcefully.

Celeborn licked his lips lasciviously. /You stand there, with your trousers about your ankles, stroking yourself in time to his movements. I only ask your assistance./

/My assistance is limited./

/I want you to take him as I take him,/ Celeborn said, his eyes returning to Haldir's fair face.

/As you take him? You do not mean.../ Erestor asked in disbelief.

/Do not tell me you have never thought of it, *Master* Erestor ,/ Celeborn taunted. /If Glorfindel should find out that you have been with another, simply move the blame to me. I desire you to assist me; Haldir has grown used to my girth and length and I desire to fill him beyond what he is expecting ./

Erestor pulled into himself, and Celeborn respectfully withdrew from his mind. Glorfindel... The Elf-lord was asking his help in this session, and Erestor did not think he wanted to truly decline any longer. After a moment, his eyes hardening with new resolve, Erestor touched Celeborn's mind.

/Very well. I shall do as you ask ./

Celeborn shot him a knowing look. /And Glorfindel ?/

Erestor smiled wickedly, an _expression that never ceased to unnerve even the strongest heart. /*I* am Master. No other ./

The device that held Haldir up shifted some, allowing more slack so that Haldir was forced forward more. Erestor coated his length with the thick oil and climbed the table, straddling Celeborn's legs. "Your Master has asked my assistance," Erestor whispered hotly into Haldir's ear. "I have agreed."

Erestor crouched down, aligning the head of his shaft with Haldir's already filled passage. Holding himself, he pushed forward, gradually adding his length to the quivering channel. Slowly, he slipped further and further into Haldir, the March Warden's strangled cries urging him on.

"By the Valar, Erestor," Celeborn groaned. "So tight!"

"Aye," Erestor panted as he slid the last inch into the over-filled passage. "Tight and hot, hard and ready," he said, pinching Haldir's sensitive backside as he began to thrust.

Haldir moaned loudly with every movement, and Erestor decided he wanted to *hear* the Elf. He stilled his movements long enough to remove the gag, tossing it to the wooden floor. Haldir panted, his arms straining in their bonds. "Tell me, Haldir... speak to me as we use your body," Erestor encouraged, thrusting forward sharply.

"Aiya!" Haldir cried out. "Full! Stretched..." came the breathless replies.

"Do you want us to stop?" Erestor asked, moving faster.

Haldir shook his head. "No! Please, no."

"You like this," Erestor said.

"Yes..."

"You would take more if it were possible. You would open your body to as much as your Master could fill you with," Erestor continued.

"Yes! More! Please, more," Haldir sobbed.

Celeborn reached up and cupped Haldir's cheek. "We shall have a special phallus constructed for you, my pet," the Lórien Lord said, his voice hoarse with need. "Thick, long... So much thicker than what you have now. And I will chain your legs up in the air, spread before me on your back, and I will slip it deep into your body," Celeborn said, and Haldir moaned loudly.

"Yes!"

Erestor watched Celeborn take Haldir's dripping shaft in his hand and stroke firmly. "You want to come, do you not? Filled with us, thinking of being filled further..."

Haldir went still, his voice a wordless, tortured cry as his seed spurted over Celeborn's hand and over the Elf-lord's chest. Erestor moaned quietly, his fluids mingling with Celeborn's in the squeezing, convulsing passage. The three Elves panted and trembled in the aftermath of their intense session. Erestor felt emotionally and physically spent and gently extricated himself from Haldir's exhausted body.

*****

The Noldo closed the door to his chambers and stripped out of his robe and trousers. Erestor looked over his packs again before laying on the soft mattress. Guilt ate away at him.

Now that the act was complete and his bodily frustrations were eased, Erestor now had the opportunity to reflect on his choice. He had assisted Celeborn; that was all, he told himself. He had not betrayed Glorfindel. He was in control of their sexual lives, and this had been his decision to make. Glorfindel need never know what had taken place in Celeborn's playroom.

Erestor tossed and turned, the sheets and coverlet were kicked from the bed. Sleep eluded him and him buried his face in his pillow.

This had been a mistake.

He should have said no.

But he hadn't.

How could he face Glorfindel now? He could not lie to his lover. Should Glorfindel suspect his infidelity, Erestor knew he would not be able to lie to the Elda. Not convincingly, at any rate.

Valar, what had he done?

TBC...