The Evil Within

The Evil Within
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Sauron discovers the true identity of a certain ranger
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: rape, torture, crude language
Pairing: Aragorn/Sauron/Urak-hai
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien envisioned them and wrote them. I am just creating fictional situations for them for my pleasure.
Author’s Notes: For this story, Sauron will take physical form (he looks similar to a certain Jedi Master (think Qui-Gon Jinn turned to the dark side)
Setting: (ROTK) This story is set after Gandalf leaves with Pippin to go to Gondor, and Aragorn, along with Gimli, Legolas, and the rangers from the north set out for the Paths of the Dead.

The separation from Gandalf and the hobbits, Pippin and Merry, had dragged on the spirits of the ranger. He sulked in private thoughts often, and he isolated himself from the others. Legolas, Gimli, and Halbared tried desperately to engage Aragorn in conversation, but he would quickly silence them with a silent gesture.

“I don’t understand his depression.” Gimli remarked to Halbared. “I’ve been traveling with him for months, and nothing has caused him to be so sullen. He has survived Helms Deep, the parting of most of the elves, his kinship I might add, Frodo and Sam’s departure, and even Boromir’s death. How could this be his undoing?”

“I have known him for many years Gimli, and I must admit that I don’t understand this depression. Perhaps, he feels incompetent without Gandalf leading the way.”

“Halbared, how could you even think such thoughts? Aragorn incompetent? If that be the case than I am as fair as Galadriel, the Lady of Lorien.” The elf chuckled at Gimli’s proclamation and stared up at the Dunadan.

“Yes… and I am as old as Fangorn forest.” Legolas joked. The ranger and the dwarf looked at each other rolling their eyes.

“Legolas, you might be as old as Fangorn forest. How old are you anyway?” the dwarf teased.

“Gimli, son of Gloin, you should know better than to ask an elf his age. I could very easily ask you the same thing.” The ranger laughed at both of his new companions. It felt good to laugh again. The darkness blanketing Middle-earth had managed to dampen the spirits of everyone he knew. He was grateful for the reprieve, but it didn’t last long…

“Hush, we are fast approaching the Paths of the Dead, and there are Ringwraiths around, Surely, you can here them Legolas.” Aragorn looked at the elf in disappointment. He depended on Legolas’ keen hearing and sight for the safety of the mission, and the elf had missed the trail of one of their most dangerous adversaries because he was joking with Gimli and Halbared.

Legolas listened out for their approach, but he couldn’t hear them. He looked at Aragorn in doubt. How could a mere mortal hear them before an elf? Aragorn was an exceptional tracker and warrior that had been trained in elfish techniques, but he was still limited by his human senses.

“I don’t hear anything Aragorn. What direction are they coming from?”

“They’re coming from all directions! You can’t hear them? They’re directly overhead high in the sky.” Aragorn explained rushing his friends into a cave for shelter from the Wraiths piercing squeal and treacherous swords.

As they huddled close together for safety in the cave, the three companions looked upon their beloved leader with concern. What the hell was he talking about? There were no Wraiths outside, but Aragorn commanded them to stay in the cave.

“We will rest here. I need to think about tomorrow’s encounter with the Paths of the Dead. Halbared, have your rangers to secure the perimeter and Gimli, I would like for you to take first watch. I will take second, and Legolas, you take the last.”

As Aragorn headed off into a darkened corner to rest, the elf and the dwarf exchanged troubled stares. “I will take second and last watch. He desperately needs to sleep.” The elf whispered into his friend’s ear before heading off to his own rest area.


He was jolted awake by jolt of pain to his ribs. “Wake up you stupid human!” Aragorn looked up at the face of a Urak-hai. The orc’s breath alone would have been enough to make him pass out again if it weren’t for the foot connecting solidly to his crotch. “Wake up ranger! The master wants to see you.”

“Where am I?” he asked attempting to stand up to face the orc. He looked around and realized that he was weaponless, alone, and exhausted. How long had he been in this dark dungeon? Where were his friends? And most importantly, where the hell was he?

“You’ll find out soon enough human.” He was shoved mercilessly into the wall. With his face shoved into cold stone, his arms were wrenched backwards so that the orc could chain his wrists together. He didn’t fail to notice the groping of his ass and the laughter of his guard following. “He’s going to like your man flesh.”

He struggled against the filthy hand. Elrond and the others had warned him about the orcs. They were notorious for spoiling others. They enjoyed raping and defiling their victims, particularly humans, especially males. It probably had something to do with the fact that the human males had forced the orcs off their homelands hundreds of years earlier. It also probably had something to do with the fact that human males were one of the few creatures in Middle-earth that could survive a violation from an orc, and despite popular belief, they preferred their victims alive.

Aragorn was dragged painfully though a maze of tunnels that seemed to go on for miles upon miles. He could smell and hear rushing water, and there was a distinct sulfur smell. In his present state he doubted he could find his way back. This could prove to be a very difficult situation for the expert ranger.

The journey from his dungeon to his next destination proved to be trying. Every time they passed a group of orcs, Aragorn was sure that they would take him, but the guard would keep them away. He could protect Aragorn from their hands but he couldn’t stop their crude comments or stares.

“Oh, give me ten minutes alone with that man flesh, and I’ll have him crying like a baby.”

“Look at that nice plump ass. I don’t know whether to fuck it or eat it.”

“Bring him closer so I can stick my cock in that sweet mouth”

“He’s awfully pretty for a human. I think we need to mess that face up a bit.”

The ranger ignored their comments for the most part grateful that his guard was protecting him from their greedy hands, tongues, and cocks.
Perhaps sensing the ranger’s false sense of security, the orc guard shouted to his companions “Maybe later boys! I’m afraid this one is for the master for the time being, but perhaps he will get bored soon.”

The guard pushed Aragorn hard enough to lose his footing. He was promptly dragged back up to his feet and once again he felt the unwelcoming hand on his rear. “Of course, I’ll get you first, and I got all kind of things I would like to do to you Orc Killer! If I had a pound of your flesh for every orc you have killed I wouldn’t have to hunt for six months!”

He was led further down into the darkened tunnels. The maze of trails, cliffs, and embankments was confusing to the disoriented ranger. He had no idea where they had come form or where they were going. He had a feeling that perhaps he had finally met his end. How could his friends find him in this hostile environment? It would be virtually impossible for Halbared to track him here, and it was certain his friends would not survive the Paths of the Dead without him. Gondor would be most assuredly doomed if he could not escape this predicament.


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He was led into a darkened room void of any furniture. Only, the light from the opened door allowed Aragorn to inspect roo room. He was roughly dragged to one of the walls, and he had his hands pulled up above his head and chained to a hook. The guard massaged Aragorn’s crotch cruelly. “I’ll be seeing you soon ranger.”

He stood in the empty chamber for hours it seemed. He knew that his captor was using the darkness as a tool. Whoever had him was trying to unnerve him, but he refused to give into the torment. He whispered in the Elfish language of Rivendell, “You’re going to have to do a lot better than this if you want to break my spirit.”

“That could be arranged.” A voice spoke through the darkness. Aragorn was bewildered at the voice’s ability to understand the Elfish tongue. There were very few beings that could speak Elfish, and most of them were rangers from the north or wizards. He heard footsteps approaching, and he prepared himself for a sudden attack.

“Poor ranger. No one is here to help you, and to think you’re always rescuing your friends, but I’m afraid they won’t be returning the favor.” He felt the air part in front of him. The presence was within inches of his face. Aragorn swallowed hard waiting for the unknown to happen.

“It’s such shame to help others and not get it back in return. Don’t you think? That’s why I don’t help anyone but myself…How about you? Why do you help others?” he reached out and tenderly twirled the ranger’s hair between his fingers.

“Because that’s what decent people do.” He tried to pull his head back from the unseen hand, but it only grasped his hair firmer.

“Are you saying that I’m not a upright person?” he teased grabbing more hair into his hand.

“I’m not entirely sure that you’re human…but” he was cut off by the fingers running over his lips. Aragorn felt his breath catch in dread as the unseen presence lowered its lips to his. Aragorn turned his head away only to have it turned back harshly to the stranger’s lips. It was gratefully a small, dry kiss that practically ended as soon as it had begun.

He heard it laugh at him. “Don’t worry ranger, there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now I think that it is time for us to become officially introduced.”

Within seconds the room was lit up with several candles, and the darkness turned into genuine fear as Aragorn gazed upon the stranger. He heard his breath catch in shock. He couldn’t help it. The being was tall and thickly built. He had a beard and hair pulled back into a braid that was at least six inches longer than his own hair. He had a sharp thin nose that led to intensely green eyes and a full set of lips. With all the details facing him, Aragorn could only focus on the eyes. He had seen those eyes before…

“What’s the matter? Is my appearance objectionable to you? I can change into something else if you would like.” He smiled earnestly at his captive. He approached the ranger slowly; hungrily fixating on the lithe body held captive in his dungeon. “You really could use a bath, and I bet your hungry. Tell you what, you tell me your name and I’ll make sure that you’re taking care of.”

“What’s the point? You already know who I am…Sauron”

Sauron appeared flabbergasted at the ranger’s quick perception to the situation. “I must admit that I am impressed Aragorn. How did you know it was I? You’ve never seen my physical form.”

“The eyes tell everything. I saw them when I used the palantir. The real question is how did you know it was I? I never talked or looked at you. I just used the stone to look upon you and make you aware of my presence. Gandalf said that you would not be able to visualize me.”

“Well, I suppose the old man underestimated my strength. Saruman has used that palantir for so long that I have been allowed to master its power unlike any king before me. Thus, in hopes of sidetracking me from the ring bearer, you used the stone to manipulate me, but all you really got is your presence identified.” He stroked the ranger’s chest and dipped down into his shirt to twist a nipple. The ranger hissed in pain. “Your arrogance has caused you to fail Gondor and ultimately Middle-earth. You kings have always thought you could defeat me, but every last one of your ancestors has been seduced by me. Be it though power, greed, the ring, or…pleasure.” He cupped his other hand over his captive’s plump ass and continued his assault on his now hardened nipples. He kissed his neck and sucked on his earlobe. “Men are so weak. They have always been the downfall of Middle-earth, and you will be no different Elessar.”

“Stop it! Get your hands off of me. I am not Isildur or any other from my lineage. I will not be seduced and used by you. I have been through too much to fail now. I might die at your hands, but I will not betray my friends, Gondor, or Middle-earth!”

“My…such formidable words from a measly human. Don’t forget Strider that it is your egotism that got you here, so in a way, you’ve already failed. What will mankind do without you? Even if the ring bearer succeeds and destroys me, all of Middle-earth will still be without a leader or the destined king. They will kill each other over petty things and my minions will be able to destroy the human spirit of your people,”

“They will survive without me. The Stewards of Gondor will carry on as they always have.” Aragorn lied to himself. He knew that Gondor needed a king again. Boromir had shown him that before he died.

Sauron averted his mouth away from Aragorn’s throat. “Boromir…yes, he was a useful servant until the Urak-hai killed him. He didn’t do everything I willed, but he certainly made for a lot of fun.” He kicked Aragorn’s legs apart and massaged his inner thighs. “I particularly liked what he did to you in Moria.” The ranger struggled with the painful memories Sauron’s statement visualized. “What’s wrong baby? Unpleasant memories?” he snickered untying his captives leggings.

“No…you cruel bastard, get away from me. I thought you said that we had plenty of time for this stuff. Why the rush? I would LOVE to get to know you better. Tell me about your life, you know the first 5,000 years or so.”

Sauron laughed at the futile attempt to slow down the events that were unfolding. “I have to say that you have a sense of humor. No wonder Boromir loved you.”

“Stop talking about him! He’s no longer your concern. How do you know about him anyway? Gandalf says…”

“Gandalf doesn’t know everything! I can see a lot more going on than he thinks. I can even see your precious Frodo and Sam. They are getting closer to Mt. Doom, but they will not make it. I have setup several traps along the way. Furthermore, your friends will not make it to Gondor. They will all perish before they see the white tower. They are hopeless without your determination and skill.” He pulled the leggings down to his ankles leaving his boots on. “And, I might add, I am still rather devastated by your aggressiveness at Helm’s Deep. You will have to pay for that treachery I’m afraid.”

Aragorn jumped in disgust as Sauron licked his softened organ. He concentrated on the shadows playing on the wall rather than the foul tongue. “I suggest you concentrate on me harder.” Aragorn looked down into the eyes of Sauron as he went down on him again. He had to admit that it could be worse. Sauron had chosen a pleasant physical form. Any other situation and he would have been begging to get fucked by this stranger. He was strong, masculine, and he liked being in control. Aragorn had always been a sucker for those types of guys.

“I can read your mind ranger. You find me attractive then?” another teasing lick of his cock followed. “Answer me.” He demanded taking the head gently into his mouth. Aragorn ignored his demand and looked off into the shadows.

“I said, answer me.” Aragorn watched him rise up to his face. He licked the ranger’s lips, but Aragorn remained stubborn and refused to answer the question. “Last chance king. Answer me now, or pay the price.” They stared at each other, both refusing to step back from the challenge. Aragorn knew that he would suffer for his actions, but he couldn’t just lie down and take it, both figuratively and literally.

Sauron stared into his eyes for a few more moments waiting for the reply he knew would never come. “My stubborn boy must be taught a lesson. You will learn to do as I say the first time I demand it of you.”

Aragorn almost dozed off for a few moments waiting for his punishment. It couldn’t be that bad could it? Yeah, it could be. There were orcs all over the place. He couldn’t hold back a shudder thinking about the what ifs…

“You called for me master?” It was the guard who had threatened Aragorn along with two other orcs.

“Yes, I’m afraid my slut here needs a lesson taught. Do you think you could do that for me?” He reached out and grabbed Aragorn’s cock in a loving sentiment. “I just don’t think he appreciates me. Perhaps, you three gentlemen will be able to show him how lucky he is to have me?”

The three foul orcs looked Aragorn up and down imagining the things they could do to the male’s body. “As you command sir.” They approached the ranger smiling and stripping off the minute amount of clothing they had on their repulsive bodies. “This is going to be a real pleasure human. Remember what I said earlier. You will pay for all of the Urak-hai you’ve killed.”

Aragorn struggled frantically against the chains. This is not happening to me he told himself. One minute I’m sleeping in a cave near Legolas and Gimli and the next minute I’m here getting ready to be desecrated by the Urak-hai. He thinks to himself, ‘I will not beg for mercy. I will not beg for mercy. I will not.’ the main guard begins sucking his cock. ‘Maybe I will beg for mercy.’ The other orcs position themselves at his nipple and his mouth. ‘I think I will most definitely beg for mercy.’

“Get off of me you disgusting foul beings!” They ignore his plea and dive in for further attacks. Aragorn spits in the face of the Urak-hai at his lips. The orc is fuming with anger, but he looks at Sauron for permission. The dark shadow nods his approval, and the orc hits the ranger with all of his might in the mouth twice. Aragorn tastes blood instantly, and he can feel the split in his upper lip.

“I would suggest you not do that again. They tend to get a bit pushy when their victims fight back.” Sauron saunters over to the group of naked beings, and whispers in the ranger’s ear, “Tell me you find me attractive and promise me your cooperation and this ends right now.” The orcs continued their assault on the ranger.

Despite the grotesque hands and tongues on his body, Aragorn refused to submit. “Fuck you Sauron! I will not beg for your mercy. I would rather die than to submit to you. I will never be your slut.”

“You heard him boys. He will not submit, so you can have him. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me. Just don’t scar him or kill him. I plan on using him for years to come.” He looked at the ranger as he exited full of disappointment.

“No…please don’t leave me alone…” Aragorn screams. Would it have really been so bad to submit to him? So he’s the master of evil and darkness. No one is perfect. He’s a hell of a lot better than these foul smelling things touching him right now.

“Too late human. You had your chance to please him, now it’s are chance.” They continued to assault him from all fronts. Why would they just not fuck him and get it over with? Why are they fore-playing a victim?

“Just get it over with, and go tell all of your filthy friends all about it. Brag about how hot I am and how tight I am. Tell them lies about how good you were, and how you fucked the slut’s brains out. Tell them that I begged you to stop. Hell, I screamed and cried for you not to touch me, but being the big bad ass that you are, you had to show me who was in charge.” They looked at the ranger in confusion. “Do it! Fuck me and get it over with. I’m tired, sleepy, and hungry, and apparently I can’t get any of these things until my ass is filled with your cock!”

Despite their bewilderment, the trio dove into their victim with full force. The “cock master” finally released his meal for the moment and undid the ranger’s boots. “It would be more painful for you to leave your pants on, but it is too much work for me.” He yanked the pants off and rubbed the ranger’s legs possessively. “We haven’t had a fine piece of ass like this in I don’t know how long.”

“How does his cock taste? His nipples are scrumptious. I could lick them for hours.” The orc asks pinching and pulling on his nipples harder.

“Umm, his cock taste good. I will suck it until it spouts at his man-essence. If you ask me nicely, I might let you taste him when he comes.” Another tortuous lick to his organ is delivered aragoragorn begins to doubt his “fuck me and get it over with” attitude.

“Oh, yes. I want some of that. I’m not having too much fun up here. He keeps moving his face, spitting on me, and growling at me, although his blood tastes fantastic.”

“Why don’t you move somewhere more appropriate?” the “cock master” suggests.

“No! Don’t please!” Aragorn begs already knowing where the nasty orc would be headed.

“Why is it you can beg us to stop and not Sauron?” the “nipple orc” asked as the “mouth orc” headed to the ass of the chained human.

The ranger felt the breath of the orc on his crack and arched forward in protest. “Because he wants to be my master just long enough until he conquers Middle-earth, and then he’s going to give me to the rest of the Urak-hai and killed. Why would I submit to someone, become their whore, for only a couple of months, when I could die now and get it all over with?”

The “ass orc” massaged the plump ass and spreads the cheeks apart. Aragorn cringes at the sound of spit being used to moisten his opening. “I personally think you’re an idiot. Why would you choose a gang-banging from orcs over a slave-master relationship with a gorgeous guy for a month or so?”

Aragorn looked down at the orc at his crotch and noticed that his cock was beginning to harden at his coaxing. “Because, if I’m lucky, I‘ll be dead within a couple of days. I’m not stupid enough to think that my friends will find me. I am doomed to die here. The only question is how quick can I get it to happen?”

He felt the invasion and cried out in protest. “Please, don’t do that!” he felt the tongue caressing his most private entrance. Why did these fucking orcs have to try to pleasure him? They were just trying to humiliate him with his submission. They wanted him to beg them not to stop…


“Why the hell would you allow us to pleasure you in this way when you have him to do it? All you have to ask yourself is if I have to have sex and die; would you rather have three orcs penetrating your every orifice for weeks and then dying, or would you rather have a sexy stud pleasuring you everyday and MAYBE dying in a few weeks. I mean is it really that bad to be a pleasure slave to a hot guy?” Aragorn is beginning to think that the “cock master” orc asks too many questions.

Aragorn screams in frustration, “That’s enough. Stop talking to me. Fuck me and get it over with. I know that Sauron is talking through you, so let me stress this point, I WILL NOT SUBMIT TO YOU! GET IT OVER WITH!”

Without warning, all of the candles exploded into different variants of color in a show of rage. The orcs shrunk back in fear as their master walked into the darkened chamber. “LEAVE US NOW!” the orcs scrambled for clothing and scampered out of the room. The ranger smiled in the realization that he had won. Sauron may still rape him, but at least he got him to recall the orcs.

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Sauron grabbed his cock harshly and squeezed his ass hard. “You will regret you victory over me. I only stopped them because I want to be the first inside of you,” The ranger’s snickering caused him to snap. “You fucking whore! I didn’t mean the first MAN inside of you. I know that you’re a popular piece of ass wherever you go. I meant, the first in Mordor to have such a nasty little slut!”

“Go ahead and rape me you evil fuck. I don’t understand what you really get out of this, but go ahead.” Aragorn withers as Sauron rips his shirt in shreds. He is now completely naked and Sauron is fully clothed. He cannot help but moan as the darkness envelops around him. He can feel the evil in every pore of his body. He begins to moan in pleasure as the evil slowly evades his body. He now begins to understand why this was the wrong thing to encourage.

“I will make you mine ranger. You will beg for it not to stop slut. You will be begging for it like a bitch in heat. I promise.” He grabbed the legs of his victim and picked them off of the ground wrapping them around his waist. “You want me ranger. I know you do; I’m going to make you feel a hundred times better than that filthy Steward.”

Aragorn pulled away from the clothed body and attempted to wrestle his legs away from his captor. “I would think that is impossible. Boromir was an incredible lover. You will never be able to compare yourself to him.”

“We’ll just see about that!” he hit the ranger in the mouth three times taking the time to enjoy the look of disbelief on his victim’s face. “Oh, yes, I will hurt you ranger. I will scar you King Elessar. You are nothing but a filthy whore who deserves to be punished anyway. I wanted to do this nice, but you have disgraced me. I will make you beg for mercy ranger!”

It is at this moment that Aragorn realizes that his life will never be the same. He will be claimed by the darkness. He cannot stop the assault on his body or mind. He hears Sauron ridding himself of his pants, and he feels the spit covered cock at his entrance. He will take the pain and humiliation. He will refuse to beg for mercy or to play the submissive slave to the evil -being violating him.

He can’t keep in the moan of pain as Sauron impales him with his massive organ. He feels that he has been torn in two. He is much larger than any man he has been with before, and seriously wonders if he is going to pass out from the pain. All he can think about besides the pain is the hopes that he will not hit his “sweet spot”. He doesn’t want to be reduced to a begging whore who can’t get enough. He has always liked being dominated, and this attack would be right up his alley if it were a desired lover.

“You like that slut? Do you like my cock up your sweet ass?” Sauron pumps harder into the ranger. Every grunt coming from the sexy mouth only inspires him to quicken his pace. He knows that he will not be able to hold out long with the ranger struggling for freedom in his arms. Every moan of pain or pleasure only drives him to increase his pace and his urgency. “Aragorn, you feel so good…”

Aragorn refuses to give into the taunts, and he tries to stop struggling. He knows that Sauron is enjoying his squirming, and he doesn’t want to give the bastard more pleasure than what his ass was already delivering.

“Beg me to stop and I will my pretty slut.” Sauron hits the spot that would normally drive Aragorn crazy with pleasure, but this time it only pushes him over the edge, and he begins to silently cry. The tears of agony do not go unnoticed by Sauron. “What’s the matter pretty slut? Don’t you like having me inside of you feeling you up with my cock, my evil, my…cum”

Aragorn feels the hot liquid squirt high up inside him coating him with Sauron’s evil essence, and it causes him to cry harder. He knows that the tears will only encourage Sauron more, but he can’t help the emotions that are suffocating him. “You are so pretty when you cry like this slut. I can’t wait to see how you react when I really start hurting you. I’m just having fun right now. Just you wait until I break you.”

Despite his pain and humiliation, the ranger still had sense do defend his honor. “You will never break me. I will not submit willingly to you Sauron.”

“That’s what you think ranger. I still have quite a few tricks up my sleeve, and I can’t wait to use some of them.” He pulled his softening organ out of the warm body, and proceeded to get dress. He looked at the ranger’s flaccid organ and groaned in disgust, “We’re going to have to work on that. No whore of mine is going to walk around with a soft cock. You will eventually learn to keep it hard at all times for me. Until then, I suppose I will have to use other manipulations on you.”

Aragorn watched him leaving the chamber and wondered what manipulations he was speaking about. Anything but the orc would be sufferable…

He was awakened by the wetness and warmth of a tongue. He reluctantly looked down to find Sauron servicing his organ. “Good morning ranger. I hope that you have slept well.” He took Aragorn into his mouth and sucked eagerly. Aragorn moaned in misery at the torment.

“Please stop doing that. You’re going to make me puke.”

Sauron looked up into his face and smiled. “You’re sarcasm serves you well, but I’m afraid it is not needed here. You would be doing yourself a favor if you shut that pretty mouth; unless of course you want to beg me not to stop.” He squeezed the ranger’s sac firmly to get his point across. “Besides, I have brought you a gift.”

Aragorn looked up to see Sam being brought into the chamber. He shook the chains in an attempt to free himself. He looked at the hobbit in fear of what Sauron would do to him if he didn’t cooperate. “What’s wrong ranger? You don’t honestly think I would hurt this precious hobbit just to break your spirit do you? My, my, your arrogance knows no limits does it King Elessar.”

“Aragorn!” Sam screamed in shock of the ranger’s naked and disheveled appearance. “What have you done to him you bastard?”

Sauron ignored the hobbit and the guard and slid up to look the ranger in the eye. “Unless you want the orc to have him, you better do as I say the first time. No delays, no refusals, no attacks. Is that understood?”

Aragorn looked at the hobbit wondering where Frodo and the ring were. It would be highly unlikely that the two hobbits would have been separated. He hoped that that his friend was alive, and the ring was still in his possession.

“Give me your answer.”

“This is how you’re going to claim me? You’re going to use a defenseless hobbit to get me to be your slut? This is not willing, so how can you call this a victory?”

Sauron took the ranger’s face roughly in his hand. “I never said it would be willing. You assumed that was what I wanted. I will take you anyway I can get you.” He kissed the captive roughly slipping his tongue into the struggling mouth. He moaned at his first taste of the ranger.

“Stop that! Get your hands off of him.” Sam screamed out in agony. How could this be happening? He was not used to seeing Strider so vulnerable and fragile, and he felt his hope of rescue dwindling fast. “He’s not meant for you. Stop touching him.”

The guard laughed at the little hobbit. “He’s got spunk. I can’t wait to fuck it out of him, and with any luck, you’ll be able to watch human.”

A silent nod was exchanged between the guard and Sauron, and the assault on the hobbit was initiated. The hobbit stepped backwards away from the guard in fear, but that only made the orc smile. “Come here you little halfling. Time to get me off.” He ran and caught the defenseless hobbit in one arm. He reached down and put his horrid hand down the back of Sam’s pants. “Nice rump. Not quite as plump as the human’s, but it will do.”

“No! Please don’t do that. Aragorn…” his sentence was cut off by the slimy mouth of the orc. His breath smelled worse than cow dung on a hot summer day.

“Sauron! Stop it now! I will do what you wish.” The ranger trembled in dread staring into the lusty eyes of the evil being.

“I mean anything. Without delay, or the hobbit gets it good, and trust me, hobbits don’t survive a Urak-hai assault.” The ranger nodded in agreement and silently rejoiced as the hobbit was freed from the orc’s grasp.

“Leave us now. Take the hobbit to a cell, and tell everyone that if even one hair on his head is touched, you all will suffer my wrath.” The guard left quickly noting the threat delivered to him and the rest of the Urak-hai. This hobbit would be unspoiled as long as the human did as he was told.

The room fell silent as Sauron looked upon his prize. He looked the ranger up and down inspecting his new toy. Aragorn looked away repulsed by the lingering stare. “Well, let’s get started shall we?” He gave the human a nod of warning as he unchained him from the wall. Aragorn knew better than to mess around with Sauron. He was stronger than Gandalf and Saruman combined. He knew that Sam’s life depended on what happened this day between Sauron and himself.

He was gently guided across the room struggling to find his footing. His legs were rubbery and his arms were in agony from being held in the same position for so long. The hand supporting his back did not go unnoticed, nor did the hidden door that opened on the far end of the chamber. He was lead into a bedroom with a round bed that sat in the center of the room. The décor was dark and seductive with red and black walls and sheets and candlelit shadows pranced across the walls. He realized that this would be the room he would be broken in…

He continued to be led into a smaller room with a tub as large as any he had seen in Rivendell. It was also black with red candles lit around its base. The water had already been drawn, and there was a clean black robe for Aragorn to wear. He swallowed in dread thinking that the bastard had done this before hand; knowing that he would relinquish control and become the pretty slut he so desperately wanted.

“It is time.” Sauron whispered guiding him towards the tub. He stepped in cautiously feeling for the hotness of the water. It was the perfect temperature and there was the smell of roses and wildly growing flowers all about him. It reminded him of Rivendell, of Arwen. She will never want me after this…

“Stop thinking such things. She will want you. She will understand.”

Aragorn looked into Sauron’s eyes wondering what it must be like to read oth min minds. “I’m never going to see her again. I think we both know that, so don’t insult my intelligence by pretending.” He ran water through his hair and down his face and frustration. It felt wonderful! He hadn’t had a bath since Edoras, and he could see himself staying here forever.

Sauron interrupted his pleasure. “Here let me help you.” He took a rag, soaped it, and began massaging the ranger’s back. Aragorn wanted to snatch the soapy rag and shove it down the filthy rapist’s mouth, but instead he raised his knees up and cradled them as the bastard washed his back slowly. He could hear Sauron’s breathing become more uneven with each stroke. Aragorn smiled to himself and thought who’s really in control here? He’s desperate for me, and I’m pretty sure he wants me to be a willing participant, not some piece of meat that he fucks and throws out to the orcs. Although, I think that’s what he wants me to think.

He heard Sauron laugh softly. “You still haven’t learned the dangers of over confidence, have you?” He leant in and kissed the back of the beautiful ranger. He smiled as the ranger jumped to pull away from the kiss, but remembered the agreement and allowed the kiss. “This is difficult for you isn’t it? I promise it won’t be that bad if you give it a chance. I haven’t had a physical lover in nearly 1,000 years, and I have chosen you. You should feel flattered Estel, not fearful and apprehensive.”

The kiss traveled to his ear, and Aragorn couldn’t help but to arch his neck backwards into the seductive kiss and revealing whisper. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can. What is it?” The kissing stopped and the washing continued.

“How is it you can take physical form and the ring is still out there somewhere? I thought the ring gave you the power to become physical, and I was always told that you were a dark, armor-clad, hideous being who preyed upon the innocent.”

The washing moved to Aragorn’s chest. “I do prey upon the innocent, but I can take on any form I wish, when I want, as long as I am in Mordor. The ring will allow me to take form in Middle-earth.” He massaged the rag over the tight, flat, muscular abs of the ranger. He could see the soft curly hair below the water and teasingly brushed across it with the rag. The ranger tensed immediately with the light caress. Sauron frowned at the tension and sighed harshly. “Here, you finish washing yourself, get dressed, and come eat something when you’re through. You have fifteen minutes, and not one minute longer.

“Are you mad at me? I hope that you didn’t count that as a denial or a delay. I wasn’t prepared for your touch.”

He looked at his captive in amazement. One hour ago he was spitting, kicking, and biting his assailant; now he was pleading with him not to be mad. It’s astonishing what threatening one’s friend will do to an attitude. “No, I’m not mad yet, but hurry up and get out here.”

Sauron waited patiently for Aragorn. He knew this would be difficult for him, but he sincerely thought the ranger would enjoy himself if he allowed it to happen. He knew the competition was tough. He would have to compete with the memory of Boromir and the Woodland Elf, Legolas. He doesn’t have a clue how much I know about him, and I am going to use all of that knowledge to seduce him and to claim him as my own. Aragorn would be the one to pay for Isildur’s treachery.

The ranger walked out of the bathroom with the black robe tied tightly around his body. His wet hair was combed and his beard was trimmed. Sauron could smell his fear and dread. “You look refreshed. Have a drink and some fruit.” Estel took the fruit and wine and sat down in a chair by the roaring fire. Sauron came over and sat on the floor beside the feet of his destined lover. He reached out and massaged a foot gently. Aragorn couldn’t bite back a moan of pleasure. He rarely got his feet rubbed, and they were understandably sore. “You are beautiful Aragorn. Did you know that?” He took a toe into his mouth and sucked on it tenderly. Aragorn grabbed the arms of the chair and tried to hold back his groaning. He was afraid he was going to come right there and then.

He lied and answered, “Me? Beautiful? No, I’ve never thought that.” He begins to think to himself maybe I am a bit arrogant and that this is not looking good for me. At this rate I’m going to be begging him to fuck me. He’s really into this seduction thing, and what the hell is in this drink?

“You are such a liar. I know what you tell yourself when you’re pleasuring yourself. ‘I’m so beautiful. I know you want to fuck me’. In addition, I know that your lovers tell you that too. Every time Boromir was inside of you he told you, and lets not forget Legolas.”

The ranger looked at him in anger. “How do you know all of this?”

“I can read your mind. I know all of your deepest secrets and desires. For example, I know that you love Arwen, but your afraid that she will grow to resent you as you grow older and she is forced to live the bitterness of mortality. In addition, you’re terrified that she will not be able to please you sexually, and you dread living the next 100 years or so in misery. All you really want is a long, thick, hard cock in your mouth and in your ass. She will never be able to give you that.”

Tears came to the ranger’s eyes making him even more beautiful. “You’re right. I will be forsaking us both if I marry her. I love her, but I don’t desire her as I once did. She is beautiful, and I want to be intimate with her, but I know that I will never feel true encompassing passion with her.”

Sauron smiles and thinks this can’t get any better. This is perfect. He lets the foot he was pampering fall to the ground, and he makes his way up the strong legs. He massages gently giving soft kisses to his shins, his knees, and his inner thighs. He looks into Aragorn’s eyes and sees confusion, dread, and desire rolled up into one. The wine, the lighting, the fire, and the conversation are making for a very vulnerable and seducible ranger.

He spreads the robe open to expose Aragorn’s semi-hard cock. “You are a lovely creature. Let me make you feel good, please.” He dives into the stiffening flesh. He sucks tenderly massaging the balls with his hand. With the other hand he begins to probe the ranger’s most intimate orifice.

“Stop.” Aragorn barely whispers.

Sauron ignores the plea and continues to probe the puckered entrance with his finger. Aragorn stiffens and tries to close his legs. Sauron stops his manipulations and looks into the ranger’s eyes. “I insist that you let me do this for you.”

That’s all it takes to remind the ranger about Sam and the arrangement. He slowly spreads his legs further apart and scoots his body lower for easier access to his hole.

“Good boy.” He gets back to business inserting a wet digit into the willing body and sucking and caressing the hardening cock. The ranger’s body begins to wither and buck with the assault. “Yeah, you like that don’t you slut. Here let me put another finger in your sweet hole.” Aragorn instinctively pushes down unto the finger trying to imagine that this is Boromir doing this, not this foul beast. “That’s it, fuck yourself with my fingers. Ride them baby. You can’t wait for my cock can you? He sucks harder and inserts a third finger into the hot opening. Aragorn is doing as commanded, and he is riding the fingers as best as possible. He is intentionally holding back the moans of pleasure threatening to come out of his mouth. He doesn’t get those unless he makes me…

Sauron increases his pace and he is sure that the ranger is close to climaxing. He hears the uneven breathing, he sees the arched neck and closed eyes, but he doesn’t hear the moaning or begging. That just won’t work. He stops his assault and stares up into the exquisite face. “I asked you a question slut. Do you want my cock?”

Aragorn clenched his fist and grinded his teeth together. His reluctance to beg and to give into his desires was delicious. “Yes, I want your cock.”

Sauron smiled. “I’ve seen better acting out of trolls. You can do better than that. Just relax and let your true desires come to the surface.” He began to suck and finger fuck again. “Tell me you want it and I’ll never stop pleasuring you.”

Aragorn did relax and he pretended that Boromir or Legolas was pleasuring him. He closed his eyes and felt the burning stretch inside as the fingers dove deeper into him. “If you hit the right spot I would be more inclined to beg.”

Sauron laughed as he adjusted his position. “You are absolutely amazing. You’re giving me orders…” He couldn’t finish his remark due to the passion he saw in Aragorn’s body. He was arching his back just enough to allow for the robe to slip and expose one of his hardened nipples. His breathing became erratic, and he heard soft moans and murmurs coming from his sexy mouth. Sauron felt an uncontrollable tremor run up his spine.

“Oh, yes, that’s the spot. Suck me…fuck me…” Aragorn looked down to watch Sauron’s actions. His mouth was sucking his hard cock, and that was enough to push him over the edge. He shook violently with an orgasm that seared his every nerve. He felt the hot liquid spurt into the waiting mouth and watching him greedily sucking him dry made him come even harder.

Sauron didn’t waste one drop of the semen. He devoured the essence of Aragorn and he silently shook in pleasure. He had made the once proud stubborn ranger cry in pleasure. Now, if he could only get him to scream his name…”Did you like that slut?”

“I wish that you would stop calling me slut. I would probably enjoy myself better if you would just call me Aragorn or Strider.” He shifted his robe to cover his body, and he closed his legs.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you Estel, but I will continue to call you slut or whore, or any other name I wish to call you. This is my game, not yours.” He pulled himself up to the face of the sitting ranger and undid his pants. “Now, it’s obvious that you want my cock, so now you can get it nice and hard.”

The ranger looked in shock as the massive organ was brought up to his face. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t swallow such a large penis. He would surely choke or gag on it, but he knew that Sam would pay for the denial, so he tentatively stuck his tongue out to lick the mammoth tool.

“That’s it. Don’t be so timid. I know you’ve sucked cock before. Now suck me right!” he reached down and pinched Aragorn’s nipples harshly. The ranger moaned in pain as his nipples were tormented, and he wished for one moment alone with this bastard and Anduril.

“Oh…that’s it pretend that my cock is your prized sword. Suck it lovingly. It deserves it.” The ranger relinquished his stubbornness and sucked eagerly on the cock. It really wasn’t that bad. It was hard, smooth, and it tasted nice. He alternated between sucking his cock and licking his balls. He could tell by Sauron’s reaction that he was simply taking the edge off with this blowjob. In other words, he was planning on coming in the ranger’ mouth. He was not simply getting ready for a fuck with this sucking.

“Oh, yes slut, suck me harder. You have such a lovely mouth. You have been taught well. I won’t last much longer…suck…suck me…yes…” he bursts into the waiting mouth of the ranger. “You…better swallow…ranger.” he manages to get out as he is coming. Aragorn does as he is commanded ailksilks every last drop from the throbbing cock.

Sauron gently massages Aragorn’s face. “That was incredible slut. I am almost ready to take you, but first I need to get you prepped for me.” He reaches down and tries to turn Aragorn over in the chair unto his knees.

“Why can’t we do this on the bed?” Aragorn asks struggling against the awkward position.

“Question time is over. Turn over now. This is how I want you. Ass high up in the air, knees pressed up against the chair legs, and the look of desperation in your eyes.” Sauron waited expecting Aragorn to do as he was told, but instead he sat there in the chair refusing to move. He could have put the ranger in the humiliating position himself, but he had more amusing ways of getting this done.

Sauron walked over to the door and pulled a red rope hanging from the ceiling. “I was going to turn over Sauron. I just needed a few seconds to do it.”

“Of course you did, but our arrangement said no delays or denials, and I’m afraid that you have delayed my dear. Now your dear Sam must pay the price.

Aragorn walked over to Sauron, “Please don’t injure him. I was going to…” a violent fist met his face and he fell to the floor.

“I didn’t tell you to get up.”

Sam was brought into the room and his pants were forced down to his ankles. The orc guard laughed and reached for the little hobbit’s fat cock. He looked down at the ranger in the floor. He saw the bloodied lip and smiled even more. “I thought you would last longer slut. He ain’t even fucked you yet, but now I get my turn.” The orc dropped to his knees and approached the hobbit’s lifeless organ.

Aragorn stood back up and approached Sauron. “No! I was going to do what you requested. I just didn’t want it there. I wanted it on the bed. I required you to…”

“Yes? You required me to what?” he asked massaging the ranger’s face and stroking his bloodied lips with his thumb.

Aragorn looked at Sam and the orc, and he knew what he had to do. “I wanted your tongue to taste my sweet ass. I wanted you to get me all hot and wet for your huge cock.” He licked his lips seductively and caressed Sauron’s chest.

Sauron looked at the ranger in doubt. He knew he was only saying this to save his friend. Should he give him anther chance? Should he forgive his obvious deceit? The ranger put his lips on Sauron’s, and he shoved his tongue into the eager mouth. Sauron quivered in ecstasy. He had wanted a kiss for days and now he was finally getting one. It was a damm good one at that. The hot tongue caressed his in unkempt passion, and he felt that he was going to explode in delight. Who could resist such kisses? He allowed the kiss to go on for several moments before he broke it off. He saw the look of anticipation in the ranger’s eyes and the look of fear in the hobbit’s eyes.

“I tell you what. I will forgive your transgression and spare the hobbit, but now you will do as I ask in front of them.”

Tears sprang to the hobbit’s eyes. He couldn’t stand to see the strong brave warrior violated like this. “Please don’t make me watch. I can’t bear it.”

“I will do as you please.” Aragorn headed over to the chair by the fire. He stripped the robe off his body leaving him completely bare. He positioned himself in the chair as Sauron had instructed. He gripped the top of the chair with his hands, and he thrusts his ass into the air supporting himself with his knees against the side of the chair. He massaged his bare cheeks with on hand. “Please lick me. I want to feel you inside of me.”

The guard practically came in his pants watching the human beg for it. He can’t wait to tell the others about this slut. With any luck, the whore would be coming around to the caves soon.

Sauron looked at his begging toy and took a few moments to think about the situation. He can’t help but watch the hand massage its own ass. He really had no choice.

“Leave us, but I swear ranger if I have to call him up again, the hobbit will forfeit his life as well as his dignity.” The guard reluctantly leaves the room carrying the curious hobbit with him.

Sauron eagerly heads over to the upturned ass. He wastes no time diving into Aragorn’s puckered entrance. He can’t hold back a moan of pleasure. “You taste fantastic! I could do this all day.” He s ths the hole with his tongue in earnest. The ranger is whimpering and pleading for more. His cock takes notice of the vocalization and becomes stiff once more. He doesn’t care if the pleading is sincere or not. He has given up on the idea of an agreeable lover. He only wants to hear him call his name, willingly or not.

He stops his probing tongue and commands that the ranger fuck himself with his fingers. Without hesitation, Aragorn quickly licks his fingers and invades his own hole with a single finger. He moans loudly trying to please Sauron. He pumps in and out of his tight hole wanting more. He pleasures himself with another finger hoping that Sauron will fuck him and get it over with. By the time he adds a third finger to his ass, he is overcome with passion. He is genuinely hot for a fuck. He has been teased all day, and he knows he can coax a gentle hard fuck out of Sauron if he plays his cards right. He doesn’t want another brutal painful fuck like before.

“Sauron, please fuck me with your cock. Make me beg for you not to stop. Fuck me hard and slow…I mean it. Fuck me now before I explode.” He began jerking off his own cock as well as fucking his ass to drive his point home.

“You really are a slut aren’t you? You want me to bang your sweet ass all night. Don’t you?” Sauron took this opportunity to do as he pleased, and he thrust his spit-moistened cock into the ranger with one firm plunge.

Aragorn moaned in pleasure as he was impaled once again on this thick hard cock. He instantly began pumping his hips into the fuck. He wanted that cock driven into him as deep as humanly possible. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s it…fuck me harder, touch me please…”

“Like this slut?” Sauron asked jerking Aragorn’s cock in his fist. “Is this what you like? Being taken and claimed?”

“YES! I love it. Please don’t stop. Fuck my brains out…I’m such a nasty slut…slap your slut’s ass hard.”

Sauron completely lost control of the situation, and he let the little slut dictate the moment. He began slapping his ass cheeks with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “I’m going to come all inside of you. I’m going to mark you as mine.”

“Yes, fuck me, claim me, mark me…Sauron”, he screamed releasing his orgasm into Sauron’s fist. His knees tried to give out on him, but loving hands supported him from above.

“Hold on baby. Don’t falter on me yet. It’s my turn Aragorn.” He moaned that name over and over again as he came into the tight ass.


Aragorn woke up in the round bed. He must have fallen asleep he thought. He looked over to his side and saw nothing. As far as he could see, he was alone in the room. He was relived to be alone. He wanted time to think about the situation. He knew that he was never leaving Mordor and that Middle-earth was destined to fall. The real question was how would he fit into Sauron’s life. He could think of a lot worse beds to be in. He could eventually control Sauron if he acted just right. He could stay clear of the orc if he let Sauron pleasure him…

“As usual, your arrogance comes through loud and clear. How dare you assume that you will control me? I control you! You are my whore, and to prove that point, I want you to meet my five Urak-hai generals.” The door opened to reveal the five largest and grotesque orcs he had ever seen. “They have paid handsomely for you whore, and you will perform for them as you performed for me if you want Sam to be spared.”

The five Urak-hai approached the bed taking dibs on who would have the ranger first. Aragorn screamed at the top of his lungs, “No Sauron! I did as you asked. Please don’t do this!!!…

All he heard was the guards laughing and Sauron’s menacing threat, “You will be mine ranger”.

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“Aragorn, wake up.” Legolas shook the ranger until he fully awakened. “You’re having a nightmare. Are you okay?”

Aragorn shook uncontrollably from the dream and looked around in fear at the cave walls. “Where am I?”

“You are near the Paths of the Dead. You are sleeping in caves hiding for the Nazgul. Are you sure you’re okay. You look deathly pale and you’re shivering.” The elf looked at his occasional lover with concerned and caring eyes.

“He is near.”

“Who is near?” Legolas asked wiping the sweat from Aragorn’s forehead with a cloth.

Aragorn looked around the cave. He saw a snoring Gimli, the light sleeping Halbared, and the rest of the northern rangers. He knew he was as safe as any human could ever hope of being, but the dream had filled him with dread and forbearance. Sauron was in his head now. The palantir had bridged their minds together. He was letting Aragorn know that he was near and thatknewknew who Aragorn was. He now had to watch out for the invisible enemy. The Wraiths may not have really been chasing him, but Sauron most certainly was, and he would now live every moment fearing that he would be captured and desecrated by the all-encompassing evil that would one-day rule Middle-earth.

Aragorn looked into the questioning eyes of the elf and merely answered, “Sauron”.


The End