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There are no Angels in Middle Earth (NC-17)

Written by AutumnVerse

16 June 2007 | 23974 words

Chapter 2

Boromir makes small talk with the guard, when he finally leaves, he closes the door and looks at his little brother, as he feared, Faramir is still kneeling on the floor, his eyes are huge as he just stares in the distance. “It doesn’t mean anything, Faramir.”

Faramir looks up, his eyes are shining, his cheeks flustered. “Of course it means something, it means it is him!”

Haldir

“No! It doesn’t, Faramir! Please don’t do this again! We have been over this, I don’t even know how many times, he doesn’t exist, you made him up!”

“I didn’t!” Faramir screams at his brother, “He was there, he saved me!” He was magnificent. ”Why won’t you believe me?”

Boromir sighs, “Because fairy tales aren’t real, Faramir. I didn’t mind you believing it when you were younger, but you are 16 now, and hope, any hope in a place like this, could be used against you, against us.” Boromir sits on the floor, looking very tired, “You know this…”

Faramir slumps a little, yes he knows, they could start selling them apart, and he doesn’t want that. They have worked so hard on becoming so good at their trade, that they can fool anyone, seduce, play, make them fall for you, convince them that no one can give it to them, like you can. And you will be safe. He has seen what happens to other slaves, the ones who are being force fed, because they don’t want to live anymore. Those are given up to be raped and tortured till there is nothing left, still drawing breath, until even that stops.

“We should get cleaned up, we are far from done for this day.”

Faramir nods, and gets up to clean himself, apply new oil and get on with life as he knows it. But in the back of his mind, he promises himself to find a way to go see this Angel and find out if it is indeed his long ago saviour.

Haldir holds an hand above his eyes, protecting the sky blue from the sun, as he tries to asses if this plain is safe to cross. He sees no danger and all is quiet, yet he hesitates, something just doesn’t feel right. Counting on centuries of experience, he decides to go with his feelings and find another way to get where they need to go. He turns and walks back to the forest.

Suddenly something heavy lands on him, causing him to fall and he hears screams, he tries to get up, but all he sees around him are the meshes of a net and the men that are frantically trying to hold him down. He fights for all that he is worth. So many men, he knocks out a few, judging from the pained cries he hears, he fights on, till a big, coarse white cloth is placed on his face. A sedative! He struggles and struggles, the world turns at an odd angle, strange colours invade his vision and finally everything goes dark.

He hears them before he sees them, listening to their conversations about all the women they are going to buy, when they sell the Angel. Having been called that once before in his life, Haldir feels fear, as he realises that they mean to sell him to a brothel. Fear is helpful in some situations but can cripple in others, Haldir forces himself to very carefully investigate his situation, there appears to be a blindfold over his eyes, his hands and ankles are chained, and from the motions he feels, they are on a cart of some sort.

One of his main concerns is lifted as he makes out from the babbling that he is the only one captured and they don’t know of the others. As silent as he can he tries to test his chains, just as he decides the chains are probably breakable, he finds out he wasn’t quiet enough as the cloth is placed on his face again.

When the darkness lifts again, Haldir finds himself, strapped to a table, naked, being washed by a young girl, this is his chance. He breaks the leather straps with a single fluid movement and sits up. The girl drops the cloth and scrambles backwards. Haldir doesn’t give her much thought as he makes for the door, he throws it open and as he expected finds a guard in front of it, he hits the surprised man with all his strength.

Before the man hits the ground he is half way out of the corridor, behind the next door are two guards and after a little struggle Haldir runs on, followed by screams of warning. As he goes around the corner, he encounters around ten men, he quickly turns around, only to see more men behind him, he stops and mentally prepares for the fight to come.

He grabs the wrist of the first one that reaches him, kicks his leg back to throw off the one behind him, he swirls around, using the man who’s wrist he is holding as a weight to knock down more men, his blond hair flaring around him. He feels hands on him and beats them away, concentrating on finding the opening in the chaos, one well aimed jump, a push and he runs.

Three more men come running his way, three he can take, he speeds up and braces himself, the collision taking care of one man, more hands grab at him, but he manages to shake them off and run on. A door opens, crashing into Haldir, the pain momentary blinding him, he raises his hands to his head.

A pile of limbs comes up and over him, he struggles but he hears them calling for something, that he supposes will be the sedative they used earlier, he uses all his strength to get rid of the bodies on top of him, but they won’t budge. Approaching footsteps, more voices, and the hated white cloth again. Everything else happened in a haze, as he is put somewhere in restraints.

They kept him drugged, just once in a while he is coherent enough to register anything, being slapped because apparently he has made someone spill food as they tried to feed him. Being on the cart again, realising that he is standing on a stage, naked and he is being auctioned off, the cart again and finally what he can only guess will be the brothel they sold him to. And new chains, he realises as the fog finally wears off, Mithril…

“No! Please Daddy! It hurts. Please stop Daddy! It hurts so much, it is just so big…” Faramir stifles a laugh as he watches Boromir raise an eyebrow at his last remark, their “daddy” has a cock the size of a peanut. But Daddy seems to like it, he pushes into Faramir a little deeper, and stops stroking Boromir’s hard dick to say, “Your brother is very vocal during his punishment, maybe this, needs to muffle him.”

Boromir crawls on the bed, next to his brother who is lying on his back, being fucked by Daddy and lifts one leg over Faramir to straddle him, he lifts himself a little, placing his hands a little further on the bed, Daddy likes the view this presents, and feeds his brother his leaking dick. Very carefully he starts to fuck his mouth, making sure he squeezes his buttocks and leave a little room so Daddy can watch.

He hears Daddy cursing, did something go wrong? He looks over his shoulder, but is relieved to see that it is just Daddy cursing himself for coming already. “Stop, stop, stop! You!” Daddy points a finger at Boromir, “Get off him and get over here! And you’d better crawl boy, Daddy is not pleased!” Boromir pulls out of Faramir’s mouth and lifts his leg, just before he slides off the bed, he lets his hand caress soft red hair.

He reaches the floor and crawls over to Daddy, Daddy moves further away, making Boromir follow him on hands and knees, then he stops and lets Boromir reach him, “Sit up boy.” Boromir lifts himself but remains on his knees, Daddy slaps him, hard, “Making me come too early”, another slap, “your”, slap, “fault.”, slap.

“Please Daddy, it was my fault, punish me.” Faramir has rushed over and holds on to Daddy’s arm, “Make me get you hard again, hurt me with that massive cock, please Daddy.” They all know Daddy won’t get hard again, Daddy shrugs Faramir off and bellows, “I’m having a word with your master.” He goes to put on his clothes and rushes out of the door. Faramir checks Boromir over, “You should have just let him hit me, now we will get in trouble.” Faramir shrugs, “I can always show him the sperm, the master knows his kind.”

As this was their last customer, the brothers clean up, and wait for the arrival of their master, after about a half hour he shows up. He was not impressed with the man’s story, he remembered him from a similar encounter, he tells them he gave the man some time with one of the other slaves, but he refused, for some reason. Although he tried to get some time with the Angel, Faramir holds his breath, but the Angel isn’t trained yet and far to precious for someone like that, no, the master tells them, smiling, that one is going to cost a fortune.

“Can I see him?” The words were out before Faramir even thought them over. The master’s smile grows bigger, “You want to see him, little one? Well then see him you shall!” He orders the brothers to dress and then they move through the maze of corridors till they stop in front of a door with a little barred window, the master opens it and they step inside a little corridor, after a few empty cells they stop.

There, sitting in chains, behind bars, is a figure with long blond hair, Faramir’s heart rate quickens, their master shouts “Hey Angel, look up!” Haldir has been gauged at all day and looks up with murder in his eyes. Faramir stops breathing as he looks into the eyes of one pissed off Elf, his Elf.

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