"Kneel," Finarfin said.
Maglor knelt and bowed his head. Finarfin rested his hand atop Maglor's head for a moment - his touch warm and reassuring. He gave Maglor's collar a little tug before he walked over to the rack of various implements.
Maglor watched as Finarfin chose his nastiest whip, and his nastiest cane, and came over with the whip in one hand, cane in the other. "Choose," Finarfin said.
Either was going to hurt. It was a question of whether he would rather have a sore back or a sore ass. Maglor took a few minutes to decide, looking back and forth, weighing the memories of pain. He finally decided on the whip, even though it hurt a bit more, because the cane would make it harder to sit or lie down. Finarfin went to put the cane away, and then he rested the whip on the bench as he walked Maglor over to the diagonal cross on the wall. Maglor turned his back and raised his arms, moving as close to the cross as possible; Finarfin shackled Maglor's wrists, then his ankles. He gave Maglor's ass a slap before he walked over to the rack - Maglor looked over his shoulders and saw Finarfin select a flogger.
Finarfin brought the flogger over to Maglor, who kissed it as a show that he was consenting and submitting to what was about to happen. "This is to warm you up," Finarfin said, and rubbed Maglor's ass before his hand smacked it.
Then the flogger came down on Maglor's ass, a deep thud that seemed to reverberate into his bones. Maglor gasped, a frisson through him. He clenched his fists as the ache radiated into his back and thighs.
"Who do you belong to?" Finarfin asked Maglor.
"You," Maglor breathed.
"That's right." The flogger hit Maglor's ass again. "And you hurt yourself. You hurt what belongs to me."
"I did."
Finarfin brushed Maglor's hair aside just before the flogger slapped Maglor's back, stinging. Maglor yelped. "If you had come to me, I would have taken care of you. But you hid yourself away and hurt yourself." The flogger slapped Maglor's back again, and again. Maglor shivered, the sting spreading through his back, searing. "You hurt what is mine."
Maglor bent his head once more, not knowing what to say. His cry spoke for him when the flogger hit his ass again, another deep thud.
"You will not do that again," Finarfin said. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, hántar."
The flogger smacked Maglor's ass, harder. "I can't hear you."
"YES, HÁNTAR!"
Finarfin put the flogger away and retrieved the whip. "You will take five lashes, one for each of your dead brothers, to start."
Maglor swallowed hard, tears blurring his eyes. He needed this. "Yes, hántar."
Maglor took a few deep breaths and then instead of counting, Finarfin said, "Turcafinwë."
The whip cracked across Maglor's back and Maglor screamed at the sharp sting, seething into his shoulders and arms and down his spine. Finarfin let Maglor catch his breath, coming out in shaking gasps, and then Finarfin said, "Morifinwë."
The whip lashed again, building on the spreading sting. Maglor screamed once more... and his cock rose, throbbing, as he felt his mind enter that floaty space where all that existed was this, Finarfin's domination. Trusting, surrendering.
"Curufinwë," Finarfin said.
The whip struck and Maglor let out a shuddery gasp as his flesh seethed. Maglor shivered, and leaned against the cross, letting the shackles hold him up. His body felt heavy and yet like he was flying at the same time.
"Pityafinwë," Finarfin said.
The whip cracked and Maglor whimpered as he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling the pain continue to burn and sting. His mind spun and he heard his breath shaking.
"Telufinwë."
The hardest strike of all. Maglor winced and started to sob, tears spilling down his cheeks, as the pain surged and rolled through him like waves of fire.
He had taken five lashes of the whip, the most he'd taken since they began to play this way. Maglor had reached his limit, his knees buckling, his entire body quivering, as he wept with the pain seething over and over his back.
"Have you had enough?" Finarfin grabbed Maglor's chin and turned his head to look at him, Finarfin's eyes fierce.
"Yes," Maglor said.
"Have you?" Finarfin pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. "Have you punished yourself enough? Maybe you need more -"
"No," Maglor blurted out, and shook his head vehemently, crying more. "No, no more..." As much as he enjoyed submitting to Finarfin - his cock was still hard, and dripping pre-spend - he couldn't take any more of the whip today.
"Then tell me you deserve a break. Tell me you don't deserve more."
Their eyes met again, and Maglor realized what Finarfin was doing. He wept afresh, touched. He took a few deep breaths and found his voice. "I deserve a break. I don't deserve more punishment."
"Good boy." Finarfin put the whip away, and then he freed Maglor from his shackles. Maglor collapsed into his arms, shaking, sobbing, and Finarfin held him tight. They sat on the bench for a little while, with Maglor on Finarfin's lap, Finarfin holding him, letting him cry it out, all the grief and the rage and the shame and the guilt.
"You didn't kill your brothers," Finarfin said softly, petting Maglor's hair. "What Nerdanel said to you was out of line. I have a mind to put her in the stocks for what she said, but I don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she hurt you."
Maglor wept harder onto Finarfin's shoulder. Finarfin rubbed Maglor's back and kissed his brow.
Finarfin took Maglor's face in his hands then, looked him in the eye, and shook his head. "I mean what I say, Macalaurë. You will not hurt yourself again. If you get those urges, you will come to me and I will help you. If you hurt yourself, I feel like I've failed in protecting you... which reminds me of my own guilt, feeling like I failed to protect your father, when he insisted I turn back and I knew he was in the throes of madness, I should have stayed, I should have stopped him."
Maglor reached up to touch Finarfin's cheek, hurting for him.
Finarfin kissed Maglor's brow again. "And it feels like a victory for her, or anyone else who has brought ruin upon our family." Finarfin took one of Maglor's arms, traced over cuts with his finger, and then he rained kisses over Maglor's arm as Maglor cried.
Finarfin carried him back to the bedchamber and put Maglor down on the bed. Then he spent a long time applying salve to where the whip had bitten Maglor's back... and the cuts on Maglor's arms. Finarfin's touch was soothing, especially with the gentle warmth and pulsing of healing energy through his hands. Maglor's tears slowly subsided and by the time Finarfin was done salving him up, Maglor was in that place of peace, the calm after the storm.
"Good boy," Finarfin said, holding Maglor again, petting him, rocking him. "My good boy."
"I love you," Maglor said, smiling up at Finarfin.
"I love you too." Finarfin nuzzled him. He tousled Maglor's hair. Then his hand went lower, a finger tracing down Maglor's shaft, stirring it back to life. "Would you like me to take care of you?"
"Please." And then Maglor looked down at Finarfin's own cock, which had risen while Finarfin rubbed him down with salve. He thought of the scene in the dungeon, with Finarfin breaking him and putting him back together again. Tell me you deserve a break. Tell me you don't deserve more. He loved Finarfin for that, keeping him away from the downward spiral. He imagined this couldn't be easy for Finarfin either, if his mental state reminded Finarfin of when Fëanor sent him away, before he burned the ships. He ached to offer Finarfin comfort. "I want to take care of you too, hántya."
Finarfin smiled. "We can take care of each other, how about that?"
They kissed, and then their tongues licked, playful and sensual. After more deep, passionate kisses, Finarfin began to kiss Maglor's neck, knowing how sensitive he was there. Maglor's breath hitched, and he let out a moan when Finarfin's tongue slid down his neck, and back up. Finarfin kissed here, nibbled there, up and down Maglor's neck. Their mouths met again and Finarfin reached to slowly stroke Maglor's cock. Maglor gripped Finarfin's cock and did the same. Their tongues rubbed together again and then Maglor sucked on Finarfin's tongue like it was a cock, a promise of what he could do.
Finarfin groaned, shoved Maglor back on the bed, and they got into position, laying on their sides, heads between each other's legs. They sucked each other's cocks, slowly and languidly at first, then harder and faster, hungry for it, moaning with their mouths full. Every now and again they teased, licking up and down the shaft, around and around the head, sucking on just the tip, before sucking on the shaft again. Every now and again they licked and sucked at each other's balls, and at each other's opening. As they got closer, trembling, they took each other's hands and sucked for all they were worth, moaning louder around the cocks in their mouths, gently thrusting. Maglor let out an urgent whimper when he was right there, ready to spill, and Finarfin answered with a "mmmm", letting him know he wanted to taste it. Maglor's howl was muffled by cock as he spent into Finarfin's mouth, and an instant later Finarfin came too, filling his mouth with that salty-sweet taste he loved.
They kissed with seed in their mouths, making a sloppy mess with their tongues, dripping down their chins. Maglor savored the taste of them together. They licked each other's faces clean, then their tongues rubbed together, the last smouldering embers of the fire between them. After another kiss, Finarfin lay back, pulling Maglor close. Maglor sighed with contentment, fingers and toes flexing.
"Good boy," Finarfin said, rubbing Maglor's head. "Such a good boy."
Maglor smiled and snuggled closer. Those words had never meant so much as they did right now. Nerdanel didn't matter. Only this. Only the man he loved, the man he belonged to.
The man who owned him, body and soul.
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