For today's session, Maglor was craving a good flogging again.
"The scepter I used on you was closer to a cane," Finarfin explained, gesturing to the long hollow wooden rod that was with the other toys. "I can use the cane on you, but it will hurt more. Maybe we should work our way up to that."
Finarfin picked up an item with a thick handle about two hands long, that had a dozen leather braids attached, each braid with a knot at the end; the braids were all the length of Maglor's arm. There were several like it, in assorted sizes, with varying numbers of tail-braids. "Pick one," Finarfin said, gesturing to them.
"What makes them different?" Maglor asked.
"Some of them sting more than others... and the ones with more tails hit harder, deeper."
Maglor spent a few moments considering that information as he looked over the selection. At last he picked up one made of black leather, with nine tails; the leather of the tails was not as thick as some of the others, and it seemed to have the least amount of tails - one of the floggers had two dozen. Maglor wondered about how that would feel, but he decided Finarfin's concern for working up to heavier impact was prudent. So the nine-tails flogger it was.
"Very good." Finarfin gave him a kiss. "At the cross, face the wall."
Maglor did as he was told, his back to Finarfin, raising his arms to fit the top of the cross, spreading his legs to fit the bottom of the cross. Finarfin shackled his wrists and ankles, and then he brushed Maglor's hair aside and slowly walked his fingers down Maglor's sensitive spine, making him shiver and moan. Finarfin leaned in and kissed the exposed part of Maglor's neck, licked it, nibbled. "Ten lashes, and if it hurts too much, tell me to stop."
"I will."
"Good boy." Finarfin slapped Maglor's ass with his bare hand.
Maglor took a deep breath and braced himself, remembering the way Finarfin had beaten his ass in front of the Valar. How much he'd liked it.
How defiant that was.
This was true redemption. Not groveling to Manwë, who let tragedy happen with his mismanagement of Melkor... who forced them to live under oppressive Laws. But letting Finarfin break him and put him back together, over and over again. Each blow made him feel alive again, and Maglor was ready for it.
Even so, the memory of the blows from Finarfin's scepter could not prepare him for the reality of the flogger cracking across his ass. There was a sting but also a thud, thumping deep into muscle and bone. Maglor cried out as the stinging radiated over his flesh, intensified by the deep ache.
"Two," Finarfin warned, and the flogger came down again.
Maglor yelped, the thud hitting deeper, the sting burning.
"Too much?"
"More," Maglor breathed, feeling something like relief as the pain lessened in intensity.
Finarfin gave him a moment to recover, then he said, "Three."
This time the flogger struck his back. Maglor howled, the sting shooting through his entire back up and down, the thump aching.
"Four," Finarfin said, and the flogger hit Maglor's back again. Maglor gasped, the pain taking his breath away, followed by another flood of relief. A feeling of euphoria, as Finarfin mastered him, and Maglor mastered the pain, his body transmuting it to a strange, wild peace.
"Five." The flogger struck just one ass cheek. "Six." The other.
Maglor made a strangled noise as the pain blasted through, sharp and deep. Still he stood in the shackles, determined to take it all. To submit to Finarfin's need to have control, when so much had controlled him over the long years.
"Seven." Across Maglor's upper back. "Eight." Across Maglor's lower back.
Maglor whimpered, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He seethed through clenched teeth as the pain scalded and crunched... and sighed as it faded, and everything else seemed to fade with it, only Finarfin and his voice. His uncle, his master, his beloved, was everything.
"Nine." Across one ass cheek. "Ten." The other.
Maglor wept with a curious mixture of pain, relief, and something like awe. He felt a release, like once again the wall around his heart had cracked and everything he'd been hiding, everything he'd been making himself not feel, to be strong for Maedhros, to be strong for the children... he could just let it out. He sobbed with the feeling of vulnerability... and being able to trust, being able to let go, safely, with the man he'd wanted for so long.
Finarfin unshackled him and took Maglor into his arms. Maglor moved closer, shaking - Finarfin held him up so he wouldn't fall over. "Good boy," Finarfin whispered, petting Maglor's hair as Maglor cried on his shoulder. Finarfin's arms tightened around him and he rocked Maglor slowly, gently. "Good boy. Such a good boy."
Finarfin kissed the top of Maglor's head, then picked his chin up and looked into Maglor's eyes with a sweet smile. Maglor couldn't help smiling back, and now he felt a surge of euphoria. He'd been a good boy.
"Let's get you back to my nest, songbird," Finarfin said, wrapping Maglor in a blanket and leading him through the secret passageways to Finarfin's bedchamber... which seemed to be theirs now, unofficially.
They took a warm bath together. Usually Maglor preferred to bathe alone, it was a quiet relaxation ritual that put him in a meditative state; he'd composed many songs in his head this way. But taking a bath with Finarfin after the intense scene in the dungeon was exactly what he needed, the soothing heat and softness, and Finarfin holding him close. Maglor rested, feeling deep, deep relief, feeling like he was melting into the water.
When they'd had enough, Finarfin helped him out of the bath, and over to the bed. Maglor winced as he climbed on the bed - he was quite sore, especially his ass and back.
"Lay on your stomach," Finarfin instructed him, and as Maglor got into position, he watched Finarfin get out a jar of salve.
Finarfin sat on the bed beside him and opened up the jar of salve. He brushed Maglor's hair aside, then coated his hand and got to work. The hand without salve rubbed Maglor's head, skritched his scalp, making him tingly with frisson after frisson of pleasure, as Finarfin's other hand rubbed salve onto Maglor's ass in slow swirls and circles.
"Good boy," Finarfin said softly. "Such a good boy."
Maglor flexed his fingers and toes. He loved Finarfin's touch, and the tender loving care of the salve on his sore, welted flesh was a balm for his heart as well.
After awhile Finarfin stopped petting his head and used both hands to work in the salve over Maglor's ass, and then over his back.
"My good boy." Finarfin's hands stroked up and down, the salve cooling the sting. "My good, sweet boy. Such a good boy. My good boy."
Maglor sighed deeply, making kneading motions like a cat, relief so deep it brought tears to his eyes once more. He loved this. It felt almost like Finarfin's hands were made of light and his entire body was radiating now. He felt like he was glowing and floating.
"Good boy." Finarfin's hands continued to roll and rub and stroke and slide, soothing and soothing.
At last Finarfin put the jar aside and pulled Maglor up into his arms, into a deep kiss. Though the salve had done wonders for the stinging, there was still a deep ache in Maglor's muscles and bones and he winced at the movement.
"Oh, poor boy." Finarfin stroked Maglor's face. "I know you're sore."
Maglor nodded.
Finarfin patted him. "Lay back down on your stomach."
Maglor did, stretching out, and he watched Finarfin undress, then Finarfin got back on the bed and Maglor braced himself to get fucked hard - part of him wanted that, but he knew it would just make him hurt more. To his surprise, Finarfin didn't mount him; he felt Finarfin drop down, Finarfin's breath on the back of a thigh, then an ass cheek.
"I'll kiss it better, love," Finarfin husked.
With that, Finarfin moved in closer and his tongue slowly circled the outside of Maglor's passage.
Maglor's cock hardened up right away. He grabbed the sheets with a soft moan as Finarfin's tongue circled round again, his cock throbbing, hole twitching, wanting him so badly.
Finarfin's tongue slid inside, and Maglor cried out with a buck of his hips, cock stiffening even more. Finarfin began to lick inside him, oh so slowly, and each slow caress of Finarfin's tongue was exquisite, making Maglor moan. Soon Finarfin was licking faster, and Maglor moaned louder, balls aching. Finarfin's tongue rubbed that sweet spot inside him, finding a wicked rhythm that sent Maglor right to that edge and kept him there, the pleasure building fuller, so intense. Maglor panted, rolling his hips, fucking himself on Finarfin's tongue, desperate to come, but he didn't ever want Finarfin to stop. It was so good. So good...
Finarfin moaned into him. Knowing Finarfin was enjoying himself with this drove Maglor wild with lust, crying out. Finarfin groaned and slowed down his tongue, teasing him. Maglor gave a frustrated wail but the slow, sweet flickering was so delicious when he was sensitized like this, each slow brush of Finarfin's tongue pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
When Maglor was shaking, whimpering, trying to beg and not able to make words, Finarfin's tongue sped up again, and Maglor howled, rocking his hips once more. Finarfin growled as his tongue lashed away, fast and furious, devouring him. Maglor couldn't get enough, but he needed to come. He finally found his words. "Please, Ara."
"Mmmmm."
"Please, hántya. Please."
Finarfin gently patted Maglor's ass, and pulled back. "On your back." He pushed a pillow over so Maglor could put it under his hips and ass, a soft cushion when he was still sore.
Maglor lay back, looking up at Finarfin expectantly. Finarfin settled on top of him - Maglor noticed Finarfin didn't get the bottle of oil, as was usual - and after a kiss, Maglor asked, "Are you going to fuck me?"
"Not tonight," Finarfin said. "Your body needs a chance to recover. But there are other ways of taking our pleasure." Finarfin kissed him again. "Lie back and let me take care of you."
Finarfin began to kiss and lick down Maglor's neck, up Maglor's throat and back down. Just from that alone Maglor felt close to climax, so sensitive there. Finarfin sucked at the sweet hollow where Maglor's neck and shoulder met, nibbled it, licked it, kissed it. Then he kissed down Maglor's chest, as his hands brushed in slow circles, making Maglor shiver and moan.
He kissed and licked his way up, looking into Maglor's eyes then at his hard nipples. Finarfin drew one into his mouth, sucking hard as his thumb rubbed the other. Maglor cried out and clutched Finarfin's head with a gasp of pleasure. Maglor cried out again as Finarfin lapped at the nipple, teasing it, while he pinched and pulled the other, rolling it between his finger and thumb. Finarfin kissed it, suckled, licked, and sucked even harder, tugging it with his lips, before he turned to the other nipple and his other hand played with the nipple his mouth had just left, slick from his tongue.
Finarfin went back and forth between them, teasing and teasing Maglor's nipples until Maglor was quivering and panting, his nails digging in Finarfin's shoulders. Finarfin laughed and sighed, and pulled his head back to admire his work - Maglor's nipples were plump and glistening. They had never felt so hard, so sensitive.
Finarfin kissed and licked over the defined planes of Maglor's stomach, across to one hip, nibbling here and there, down to suck and nibble Maglor's inner thigh. He turned to the other thigh, doing the same, then up that hip, and back to Maglor's stomach. He resumed kissing, licking and nibbling at Maglor's stomach, every now and again nuzzling the head of Maglor's hard cock, taking a little playful lick at the head. Finally, his tongue took a long, slow slide down Maglor's shaft, and back up. Down, and back up. Down, and back up. His tongue swirled around the head in slow circles, making Maglor pant and shiver.
"Ara..."
Finarfin's tongue brushed back and forth over the head of Maglor's cock, around and around, up and down. His tongue made streamers with the clear juices of Maglor's arousal, and Maglor moaned and arched to him, almost undone just from the obscene, erotic sight of that.
Finarfin took the top half of Maglor's cock in his mouth, his hand gently rubbing the bottom of the shaft. He sucked slowly, working his tongue as he sucked, kissing it. After awhile, when Maglor got more vocal, Finarfin's head bobbed up and down, sucking harder, faster. One hand played with Maglor's balls as the other continued stroking the shaft. It felt so good, the skilled suctioning of Finarfin's mouth bringing him to that edge again, pleasure building and building until it was all that existed, lost in that hungry mouth, those hungry eyes.
Finarfin hummed his enjoyment around Maglor's cock. "Mmmmm, mmmhmmmm." His palm pressed a little more firmly on Maglor's balls, not enough to hurt. He cupped, and his fingers reached to that sensitive place between balls and ass, brushing there, teasing him even more.
Maglor got closer, closer, needing to come but needing just a little more, savoring the filthy sweetness of Finarfin's mouth, the sensual touch. He heard himself make primal, guttural noises, and higher-pitched ones, losing control, until he was right there, about to fly off the edge. "Ara..."
"Mmmmmmm."
Maglor threw his head back and let out a long wail as his cock throbbed with that wonderful release, each pulsing wave a cascade of euphoria and relief. Peace and bliss. There was so much seed it seeped from the corners of Finarfin's mouth, and Maglor sighed as he watched Finarfin swallow it down, licking his lips. Then Finarfin licked him clean, making Maglor's cock twitch with the aftershocks. Finarfin smiled at him and slid up to kiss him deeply, letting Maglor taste himself. As their bodies pressed together, Maglor felt Finarfin's hard cock at his thigh. Finarfin began grinding against his thigh and Maglor's breath hitched, feeling the wetness of Finarfin's own dripping cock.
Maglor kissed Finarfin back and looked into his beautiful green eyes. He played with a lock of silver-gold hair, feeling tender, and he asked, "May I suck you?" He wanted to love Finarfin back.
Finarfin kissed Maglor's forehead, slid his lips down Maglor's nose to kiss the tip, and he nodded.
With that, Finarfin rose, getting on his knees. He straddled Maglor's shoulders, his hard, slick cock in Maglor's face. As intense as Maglor's orgasm was, the sight of Finarfin's cock in his face made his own cock stir back to life, hardening all the way as he drew Finarfin's cock in his mouth and Finarfin tilted his head back and sighed deeply. "Yes," Finarfin hissed. "That's it, sweet boy."
Maglor sucked greedily, worshiping Finarfin's cock. He reached down to stroke himself as he sucked, lusting for the gorgeous cock in his mouth, Finarfin's perfect body, the look of ecstasy on Finarfin's face, the soft moans. Maglor loved pleasing Finarfin, and he especially loved it when Finarfin grabbed a fistful of his hair and began rolling his hips, gently fucking Maglor's mouth. Maglor loved watching Finarfin's muscles ripple as he thrust his hips, hearing the ragged breath, the heat in Finarfin's eyes as he got closer. Maglor felt Finarfin's cock pulse and twitch in his mouth and knew Finarfin wouldn't last long. He sucked harder and faster, humming around it, stroking himself faster. Finarfin felt Maglor's arm moving and snatched his hand away, putting Maglor's hand on his body. Maglor let his hand wander, feeling the definition of Finarfin's muscles, exploring, caressing. Maglor's cock ached for more, but he focused on Finarfin's pleasure, hands worshiping Finarfin's body as his devotion to the cock in his mouth went deeper, suctioning and slurping it, until Finarfin was trembling, panting, tugging on Maglor's hair as his hips rocked harder, fucking Maglor's mouth.
"I'm going to come," Finarfin warned.
"Mmmmmhmmmm."
Finarfin climaxed with a hoarse shout, filling Maglor's mouth with warm, creamy, sweet seed. Maglor almost came untouched, his cock jolting as there was so much he nearly choked on it. Maglor swallowed what he could, and lapped up the rest, making Finarfin's cock twitch some more. Finarfin rolled next to him and they kissed, then their tongues took a few playful licks, savoring the lingering notes of cream.
"You have many talents," Finarfin said with a smile.
Maglor smiled back and kissed him again.
Finarfin snuggled against him, coming down from his orgasm, looking even more beautiful in his serenity. Maglor couldn't help playing with Finarfin's hair, getting lost in the way it shifted silver and gold in the firelight, a memory of the Trees. After awhile Finarfin noticed what Maglor was doing and smiled at him so sweetly it took Maglor's breath away. Maglor leaned in to kiss him deeply, overcome by passion, and in the heat of the kiss Maglor's cock throbbed, reminding him he needed to come again.
Finarfin laughed softly and rained kisses over Maglor's face as he reached down to take Maglor's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, gently. "My, what do we have here?"
Maglor couldn't resist a joke. "A Silmaril?"
Finarfin facepalmed, then he laughed harder, and nipped Maglor's nose. "If only you knew," he muttered.
Maglor wondered about that remark - Finarfin had claimed to know something about the Silmarils he didn't. Perhaps Fëanor had made jokes about his balls to his brothers? Perhaps something else?
Before Maglor could get too far down that trail of thought, they were kissing again and Finarfin let go of his cock briefly, to roll next to him so their cocks were touching. Finarfin took both their cocks in his fist with one hand, and reached for the oil with the other, pouring it over their cocks. The sight of cock on cock, glistening with oil, was beautifully erotic and they both moaned together, kissing more deeply as Finarfin began to stroke.
As much as Maglor enjoyed being fucked, he liked feeling Finarfin's cock rubbing his cock just as much, if not more. It not only felt delicious, but their cocks looked delicious together. Once again Maglor lost himself in lust and pleasure, everything in the world going away but this, their bodies, their desire. Cock teased cock, slow and sensual, savoring, wanting to make this last. As Finarfin stroked them together they kissed, their tongues played, and Maglor's hands roamed over Finarfin's body, lingering at his nipples, his stomach, his thighs, having learned where Finarfin was most sensitive. They took turns licking and sucking each other's nipples, making them achingly hard, and then their mouths met again, tongues lashing.
Finally they were both right there, kissing hard, then their foreheads were pressed together and they breathed each other's breath. They looked into each other's eyes, and then down, at the streamers flowing between their cockheads. Finarfin worked them harder, faster, and Maglor tensed, feeling the pressure building, ready to explode.
"Come with me," Finarfin ground out.
They cried out together as they came, spurting on each other's cocks, mingled cream flowing down the shafts. Maglor sighed deeply, the pleasure more intense for the gorgeous sight of cock coming on cock. They kissed as the contractions pulsed, and nuzzled as the throbbing faded and there was that moment of perfect peace.
"I love you," Finarfin said.
"I love you," Maglor replied, meaning it with all his heart.
They kissed again, and again, holding each other tight, rocking together. Maglor listened to Finarfin's heartbeat, and let it take him into the Song, composing in his head until he drifted off.
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