As Maglor held the flogger in his hand and looked at the firm globes of his brother's perfect ass, he hesitated. He glanced over at Maedhros's stump, and thought of the captivity and torture that Maedhros had endured. Maedhros was bent over the spanking bench in Finarfin's dungeon, and he had consented to this - willingly. And still, Maglor was afraid that what sounded fun and arousing in theory might send Maedhros into a visceral memory of his trauma in practice, and the very last thing he wanted to do was put Maedhros in such a state, especially when he was still recovering from having tried to kill himself two weeks ago.
Maglor took some deep breaths and reminded himself of Maedhros's words when their incestuous affair first began. I asked Finno if he would... chain me. Take a knife to me. It was my way of taking back control. Learning to trust again.
Maglor thought of Finarfin telling him of his "late lover" - who Maglor knew now was Fëanor. He was... unruly, and had been disciplined at the House of the Valar, beaten several times. I felt protective of him even though he was older, and... sometimes I pretended to be his father, and he asked me to spank him, and it went on from there. He had me re-enact the beatings he endured at the temple, as a form of... reclaiming his own body. Perverting their rituals, turning pain into pleasure, an act of defiance. I was reluctant to hit him at first but then I developed a taste for it. And the giving of care afterwards, the tenderness after the pain. He needed that. I needed that, it was the least I could do for him.
Maglor closed his eyes. He could see it in his mind's eye - Fëanor bent over the spanking bench just as Maedhros was now. Begging for more as Finarfin struck him again and again with the crop, the flogger, his bare hand. Reveling in the power of it - though Fëanor was submissive he was still the one in control, Finarfin only hurting him within his boundaries... giving him what he wanted, what he craved. Maglor knew from his own submission to Finarfin there was something deeply healing in that act of putting your life in another's hands, being broken and put back together, rebuilt from the inside out.
Maedhros needed this, just as Maglor himself needed it, just as Fëanor needed it. We come by it honestly.
"One," Maglor counted, and the flogger smacked the left side of Maedhros's ass.
Maedhros cried out and shivered. His hole twitched, and Maglor's breath caught - Maedhros definitely wanted this.
"Two," Maglor said, and struck the right side of Maedhros's ass. Maedhros cried out again and bucked, trembling.
Maglor glanced across the dungeon at Finarfin who was watching, stroking himself slowly. Their eyes met, and Finarfin gave him a wicked little smirk as encouragement.
Maglor looked back down at Maedhros's red ass, and his cock stiffened. Though Maedhros was in control and could tell Maglor to stop if it got to be too much, it was still a rush for Maedhros to submit like this. It made Maglor feel closer to Finarfin, to get a taste of how Finarfin felt when his lovers gave themselves over for discipline... for surrender. And it made him feel closer to Maedhros as well, their bond of trust was sacred.
"Three." Maglor brought the flogger down on Maedhros's ass again, and moaned as Maedhros yelped.
Maglor reached down with his free hand to rub the reddened flesh in lazy circles - caressing, soothing, teasing. "How are you doing?" Maglor was going to give Maedhros ten lashes, but he knew it had been a very long time since Fingon had been rough with him, so he needed to check in.
"More," Maedhros panted. "Give me more. More, now..."
"You think you're in charge?" Of course, Maedhros sort of was, but Maglor still had a role to play. "I'll give you more when I'm ready, you demanding slutty brat."
From across the dungeon, Finarfin chuckled and gave a little appreciative clap.
Just to tease his brother some more, Maglor's finger traced slowly around the rim of Maedhros's opening. Maedhros's hole twitched again and Maglor's cock pulsed - it was all he could do to not just toss the flogger aside and take his brother right then.
Maglor's fingers brushed up Maedhros's spine, and back down, and then his finger circled around Maedhros's hole again. Then he aimed the flogged over Maedhros's right ass cheek. "Four." The flogger cracked and Maedhros whimpered.
"Five." Maglor struck the back of Maedhros's left thigh. "Six." The right thigh.
"Fuck," Maedhros shouted, quivering again.
"Seven." Maglor thumped Maedhros's left ass cheek. "Eight." The left thigh.
"Yes, yes," Maedhros panted.
"Nine." The right thigh. "Ten." The right ass cheek - the final blow the fiercest, thudding so hard Maglor could feel it in his own wrist, his hand throbbing from the impact.
They weren't done yet. Maedhros needed to be punished thoroughly after what happened. Maglor roughly pulled Maedhros up by his hair, grabbed him and kissed him hard, and then he sat down on the bench and pushed Maedhros down across his lap, over his knee. "Twenty spankings," he said.
Maglor went back and forth between Maedhros's ass cheeks, spanking him harder and harder. Maedhros rubbed his cock against Maglor's thigh, panting and moaning, and Maglor's own cock and balls felt ready to explode, going out of his mind with lust as he deepened the red flush of Maedhros's lovely ass, put all of his power and strength into each blow, and Maedhros surrendered the same way he did when Finarfin handled him this way. Maglor knew how much Maedhros wanted it, getting lost in that space of sensation and devotion, and it was intoxicating. Maglor thrilled to the rush, but kept himself composed, needing to see this punishment through and not give in to his brother's demands to be fucked, his brother's desperate rutting against his thigh.
Besides which... Maglor had his own submitting to do. When all twenty spankings had been administered, Finarfin walked Maedhros over to the restraint table, on the leash, and tied Maedhros's leash to the beam by the table. "Don't you dare touch yourself," Finarfin warned him, and then he walked over to where Maglor was still sitting at the spanking bench.
Maglor knelt, bent over the spanking bench as Maedhros had. Finarfin took the nine-tails flogger Maglor had used, and Maglor braced himself.
"Ten strikes, as you yourself have given," Finarfin said.
"Yes, hántya."
As many times as they'd done this, Maglor was still always somewhat stunned by the strength behind Finarfin's blows, thumping down into his bone, searing his flesh and shooting through his entire body. The thought of Finarfin doing this to Fëanor made Maglor's lust burn even hotter, wishing he could have been there to watch... could have helped. He felt so shameless for wanting his own father, the ultimate proof of what a cock-crazed slut he was. And Finarfin knew it.
"Your father would be proud," Finarfin laughed. "A slut just like him."
Maglor moaned.
Then Maglor went over Finarfin's knee. His eyes met his brother's as Finarfin delivered the first strike with his bare hand - the slap stinging more than usual after the flogger's work, making him sore all over. Maedhros's cock was so engorged and slick with pre-spend, dripping down his shaft, and Maedhros's nipples were rock-hard, begging to be sucked. Maedhros licked his lips teasingly as he watched Finarfin smack Maglor's ass again, and Maglor moaned, wanting.
Though it was only twenty spankings, it still felt like an eternity, Maglor more and more frustrated with each slap of Finarfin's hand. Maglor was a shaking, sobbing wreck by the time Finarfin was done, his ass exquisitely inflamed, his balls tight, ready to explode. Then Finarfin tenderly rubbed Maglor's sensitized ass, his touch as gentle as it had been fierce. So sensual, so delicious, sending shivers down Maglor's spine. "Good slut," Finarfin said.
Maglor shuddered and groaned, almost coming from those words. He loved being Finarfin's good boy... and he loved being Finarfin's good slut even more.
Finarfin walked Maglor on his leash over to the restraint table. He pulled up a chair, and then he untied Maedhros's leash from the beam and handed them the double-headed cock and a vial of oil. "I want to watch some slut-on-slut love," Finarfin purred.
Maglor and Maedhros each sucked on an end of the cock, greedy for it, as Finarfin resumed stroking himself slowly. When the cock was thoroughly drenched in their spit, Maglor poured oil over it, then got on all fours. Maedhros shoved one end of the cock into Maglor's hole - Maglor fought back his release as it stretched him, craving cock so badly - and then Maedhros also got on all fours, and Maglor moaned as he felt Maedhros's ass rub against his, as Maedhros guided the other end of the cock into his hole.
Finarfin stopped stroking himself and took a leash in each hand, tugging as Maglor and Maedhros worked their hips, fucking themselves on the cock - fucking each other. Their asses and balls slapped together, the oiled cock slurping as it glided in and out. Maglor grunted and Maedhros whimpered; Maedhros growled and Maglor moaned. It was as if they were in heat, rocking their hips furiously, desperately, insatiable sluts for cock. Maglor felt so close to Maedhros when they shared the double-headed cock, shared the rhythm of the heat, that space of submission and surrender.
"Good sluts," Finarfin said. "Harder. Fuck that cock harder, you cock-hungry sluts."
Maglor and Maedhros bucked their hips as fast as they could, panting for it, the oiled cock slurping louder, bodies smacking together so hard it echoed across the dungeon walls. Maglor felt himself getting closer, closer, his body so ready to come but making himself hold back, needing to keep fucking, needing to stay lost in this sluttish, wanton space where cock was the only thing that mattered, that and his brother's gorgeous ass slapping his.
When they were both almost sobbing for relief, sweat pouring down Maglor's body, soaking his hair, Finarfin finally commanded, "Come."
They came together, hands-free, coming only from the cock rubbing back and forth inside them. Maglor and Maedhros cried out, gasped for breath, and Maglor sank down, shaking, as the world spun and felt like everything was re-aligning, all the dark places cleansed by fire, bathed in light. "Yes," Maedhros breathed. "Yes."
With their holes open and ready for more fucking, Finarfin led Maglor and Maedhros on their leashes through the passages to his bedchamber. Once they were all on the bed together, Finarfin took turns kissing them, and the brothers kissed each other. As they rubbed their cocks together, Finarfin bent down and took both cocks in his mouth, sucking slowly, teasing them. Feeling Maedhros's cock slide against his in the wet velvet of Finarfin's mouth almost set Maglor off again right away, but he let himself savor... let himself love and be loved.
Before they could come in his mouth, Finarfin rose up and the three men rubbed their tongues together, sharing the taste of Maglor and Maedhros's pre-spend combined. Then Finarfin pushed Maglor down on all fours, before him, and shoved his cock in Maglor's mouth. "Get behind him and fuck this slut," Finarfin ordered Maedhros.
Maglor moaned around Finarfin's cock as he felt Maedhros enter him. Maedhros grabbed Maglor's hair and began fucking him hard, and smacked Maglor's ass with his stump. Maglor went wild, furiously rocking his hips back at his brother, matching Maedhros's rhythm, as he bobbed his head on Finarfin's cock like he was starving for it, suctioning hard, making filthy slurping sounds.
"That's right, fuck your slutty brother, but don't you come until I tell you that you can come," Finarfin snarled.
Maedhros groaned.
Maedhros kept going and going, pounding Maglor's ass, intensifying the soreness from the flogging and the spanking. Maglor whined like an animal as he sucked Finarfin's cock, chin and throat slick with his own spit and Finarfin's pre-spend. Taking cock and sucking it at the same time was one of Maglor's favorite things, and he couldn't get enough, wanting to be used and used and used, giving all that he was to the men he loved, the men he burned for.
Just before Finarfin could come in Maglor's mouth he pulled out and began stroking himself. A dozen strokes of his hand, and thick ropes of cream shot over Maglor's face. Maglor loved that feeling of being marked, claimed, and stuck out his tongue to catch some of it. Maedhros made a desperate high-pitched sound as he watched Finarfin spending, and Finarfin growled at him. "You don't get to come yet, slut."
Finarfin made Maedhros stop fucking Maglor, and pull out. Maedhros's breath came out in shuddery little gasps, and the fevered look in his eyes made Maglor's cock throb. "Please," Maedhros begged.
"No." Finarfin grinned, and stroked himself back to readiness. "Now it's your turn to get used."
Maglor shoved Maedhros down on all fours and got behind him. Finarfin grabbed Maedhros's leash with one hand and Maedhros's hair with the other, and Maglor slapped Finarfin's ass as he began to thrust. He was so close to coming himself, but he held back even as he couldn't help pounding away, excitement building. Maedhros whimpered as Finarfin fucked his face, and Finarfin grunted in pleasure as Maedhros sucked him hungrily.
Maglor could tell when Finarfin was right there again, from the way Finarfin was shaking, breathing harder. Maglor ached to come too, so aroused by the sight of his cock plunging in and out of Maedhros's hole, Maedhros's lush ass red and rosy, Finarfin working his hips as sweat dripped down his beautiful body... the look of ecstasy on Finarfin's face. But he was an obedient, good boy, and kept fucking his brother, holding back his release, even as Maedhros's slick heat wrapped around him so sweetly, inner muscles rippling, kissing his cock.
Finarfin stopped thrusting into Maedhros's mouth and pulled back, and Maglor was sure Finarfin would come on Maedhros's face. "Please," Maedhros begged, then tilted his head and held his tongue out, ready for Finarfin's seed.
Finarfin chuckled. "Oh no. I have other plans for it. You were so naughty, trying to take your own life - your arse isn't sore enough. You need a reminder of who your arse belongs to, who you belong to, who your life belongs to." Finarfin gestured at Maglor. "Pull out."
Maglor did as he was told, biting back the whimper of protest... trusting that whatever Finarfin did next, they would all love.
Finarfin guided Maglor into position - they sat together face-to-face, hard cocks pressed up together. Finarfin leaned in to kiss him, and then he maneuvered Maedhros on the leash. "Both of us inside you. Do you consent?" Finarfin asked.
Maedhros bit his lip and nodded enthusiastically, then licked his lips at the sight of the two glistening cocks, pre-spend making streamers between them.
Maedhros knelt over their cocks and sank down. Maedhros's hole felt tighter for two cocks inside it, and the feel of Maedhros's ass squeezing them and Finarfin's cock rubbing against his, brought Maglor ever closer to the edge. But Maglor once again made himself hold back, as Maedhros rode them slowly, making beautiful broken cries as they stretched and filled him over and over. Nothing had ever felt so good as to feel Finarfin's cock on his, Maedhros wrapped around them, and Maglor felt so close to them both. So much in love...
...so much in lust. Nothing had ever been more erotic, than the sight of Maedhros's hole swallowing both their cocks again and again, the needy look on Maedhros's face, panting and yelping with each push and pull.
Soon Maedhros was riding them hard, proving himself to be a true slut for cock. Maglor almost felt competitive - he would need to take both their cocks, one of these nights, for harder and longer. But for now...
"Such a good slut," Finarfin husked, caressing Maedhros's stump, his chest, stroking his face, his hair. He leaned in and began licking Maedhros's stump all over. "Look at you, taking cock like this. Your father loved it when Ñolo and I took him this way, and you do too, they would be so proud of you..."
"More, more," Maedhros cried out, bucking even harder.
"Isn't he a beautiful slut?" Finarfin asked Maglor.
"So beautiful." Maglor grabbed Maedhros's head and leaned in to kiss him passionately. Their tongues licked, and then they kissed again, both brothers moaning into the kiss. Maglor squeezed Maedhros's hand. It wouldn't be long...
When all three of them were panting, gasping, trembling, Finarfin reached in to play with Maedhros's dripping cock. Maglor kissed and licked Maedhros's neck, and Finarfin took Maedhros's stump in his mouth, sucking it obscenely like it was a cock, and Maedhros threw his head back, shuddering. "Please, please, please let me come, please have mercy," Maedhros begged.
They kept that fuck going for one more long, delicious moment - tension built to the shatterpoint, pleasure becoming pain, pain becoming pleasure - and then Finarfin let Maedhros's stump slip from his mouth and yelled, "Come, Nelya."
Maedhros roared as he climaxed, spending all over himself. Finarfin caught some spend on his fingers, stuck them in Maglor's mouth, and Finarfin's eyes met Maglor's. "Now you. Come."
Maglor whimpered around the fingers in his mouth, tasting his brother's delectable cream, as his body gave in, coming hard. Finarfin cried out and spent too - the feeling of cock creaming over cock inside of Maedhros's hole made Maglor's orgasm all the stronger, and Finarfin looked and felt like he was coming just as hard, shaking, even making a precious, adorable little whimper in the throes of climax.
They tumbled down and Maedhros lay between them, both of them holding him... and each other. Finarfin and Maglor pet Maedhros's hair together, and rubbed noses, giving each other tender little kisses. Maglor felt as close to Finarfin as he'd ever been, having shared something so powerful.
"My good boys," Finarfin said, holding them tighter. "My beautiful boys."
Maglor sighed happily. They had been through the Hells - recently, even - but here, was paradise found.
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