To Rescue An Elf 24

To Rescue An Elf

Part 24

Posted: March 7, 2008
Title: To Rescue an Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: Lothvaen suffers another humiliation.

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Ignoring the curious looks of the patrons in the tavern, Selred hustled Lothvaen upstairs to the room he had rented.

“As soons as I haves yer tieds up ter the bed, I’ll be headin’ backs downstairs an’ passin’ on the message quiet-likes that I gots an elf ready an’ waitin’ to be fucked. An’ I’s goin’ to watch as they fuck yer. Got ter makes sure that yer behave. ‘Cause ifs yer don’, then I’ll tells them ter be rough wit’ yer.”

Throwing the door open to their room, Selred shoved Lothvaen inside, sending the elf sprawling onto the floor. “Gets yer clothes off,” the man ordered as he shut the door.

His fingers trembling, Lothvaen began to undo whatever fastenings on his tunic that were still whole and drew it over his head.

“Leggins,” Selred grunted, a smirk on his face.

Lothvaen paused momentarily, and then his hands slowly reached for the waistband of his leggings and drew them down. Stepping out of them, he stood silently as Selred approached him and raised rough, calloused fingers to his chest.

“Felts all me birthdays ‘ave comes at once when we grabbed yer,” Selred said. “Nots that I remembers when me birthday is,” he continued as his hand trailed down to grab Lothvaen’s flaccid penis. “We gots a problems ‘ere, elf,” the man said, and Lothvaen whimpered. “Yer customers are goin’ ter wants ter see yer ready an’ eager for thems, which means yer gots ter be nice an’ ‘ard. Makes ‘em feels welcomed.”

“No, please…” Lothvaen pleaded, and Selred stared at the elf before narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Yer never says ‘no’, elf, got thats?” the man said, jerking on Lothvaen’s penis. “Yer goin’ ter gets up an’ be ‘ard for when I brings yer first customer ups. Shoulda done this wit’ yer earlier. Fact, thinks I’ll fucks yer first, an’ yer goin’ to come, aren’ yer, elf? Yer’ll likes thats, won’ yer, elf? Bein’ able ter come as I’s fuck yer?” Selred began steering the elf back towards the bed, never losing his hold on the elf’s penis which was, despite the disgust and revulsion that Lothvaen was feeling, slowly growing hard.

“Thas it, elf,” Selred crooned. “Yer gots a pretty cocks, elf. Feels good ter feels it growin’ ‘ard in me hand. Knews yer were goin’ ter be eager, ‘cause yer likes gettin’ fucked.” The back of Lothvaen’s legs hit the bed, and the elf felt himself being pushed down. Only then did Selred release his hold on Lothvaen’s penis. “’Ands an’ knees, elf,” Selred ordered, releasing his own erection. When Lothvaen merely lay there, Selred paused. “Don’ thinks of tryin’ anything funny, elf,” he warned. “Yer nots goin’ ter gets far, seein’ as yer don’ have any clothes on.” The man withdrew his knife from its sheath. “An’ yer try fightin’ me, thens yer gets ter feels me knife, ‘cause I’ll cuts yer.”

“I would rather you killed me!” Lothvaen’s voice rose in a mixture of fear and bravado.

Selred stared. “Kills yer!” he chortled, spit flying out of his mouth. “Oh no, elfs, I won’s be killin’ yer. Yer me meal ticket, sees. If I kills yer, then I gots to try an’ finds another elf ter take yer place, an’ I don’ likes me chances of doin’ that. Unless I maybes catch this ‘aldeer of yers…”

“Haldir is a great warrior; he will easily kill you!” Lothvaen replied spiritedly.

The man snorted. “Then I gots no use fer the likes of ‘im. Can’ ‘ave warrior elfs killin’ customers. So I best keeps yer alive, elf.” Selred looked down at Lothvaen. “Changed me minds,” he said abruptly, reaching down and grabbing Lothvaen by the hair and dragged him from the bed. “Needs to gets some ropes,” Selred muttered, sheathing his knife and reaching for his bag, forcing Lothvaen to his knees.

Finding what he was looking for, Selred pulled on Lothvaen’s hair. “Gets up!” he snarled. “Backs ter the beds so I can ties yer ter it.”

Lothvaen stumbled behind the man, the sharp tugging at his hair bringing tears to his eyes. Once back at the bed the scribe was pushed down on his back. He tried to claw and kick the man, but Selred quickly lay on top of Lothvaen, effectively pinning the elf onto the bed, then grabbed one wrist and tying a piece of rope securely around it before attaching it to one of the posts. The man repeated the process with Lothvaen’s other wrist, and then reached for one of Lothvaen’s flailing legs and tying that to one of the lower posts. Soon the elf lay spread-eagled on the bed, his chest heaving, and Selred gave a satisfied smirk. However, the smirk soon disappeared when he saw that Lothvaen’s erection had all but disappeared.

“Stoopid elf,” he muttered angrily. “Now I ‘ave ter gets yer hard agin, an’ I know justs the ways ter do it.” Reaching behind Lothvaen, he took one of the pillows and forced it under Lothvaen’s backside so that it was slightly raised. “Nots ideal,” Selred said disgustedly, “but its goin’ ter ‘ave ter do. Can’ ‘ave yer fightin’ the customers, so betters ter ‘ave yer tieds up.”

Getting up from the bed, Selred went to the lamp sitting on the table. “Now, evens though yer trieds ter fights me, elf, I’s goin’ ter be nice ter yer,” he said as removed the top of the lamp to get to the oil. Dipping his fingers into the viscous liquid, Selred moved back to the bed, and inserted two fingers inside Lothvaen, his other hand grasping Lothvaen’s penis. When the elf arched slightly, Selred smiled. The smile soon turned into a grin as the penis in his hand grew harder while he continued to rub the spot inside Lothvaen that was eliciting the reaction. “Thas it,” Selred said softly. “Yer gettin’ nice an’ ‘ard.” His own erection had barely flagged, and was now copiously dripping pre-come. Selred withdrew his fingers and released Lothvaen’s now hard penis before moving up a little further to align his own erection against the elf’s puckered entrance. Without preamble, Selred pushed in, grunting slightly as he slid in easily.

“Nows, elf,” the man said as he began thrusting roughly. “Yer goin ter come fer me, aren’ yer? Taking Lothvaen’s erection in his hand, Selred began stroking it in time with his thrusts. The man’s thrusts were managing to rub over Lothvaen’s prostrate, and the man grinned as he felt Lothvaen’s penis grow harder still as the elf’s orgasm approached.

“Thas it, elfs,” Selred stroking and thrusting harder. With a wail that bordered on a sob, Lothvaen’s orgasm tore through him, spattering his stomach with his release. Selred’s cry was jubilant as he felt Lothvaen come, and seconds later he was emptying himself within the elf.

Breathing harshly, Selred pulled out and looked down at the elf in satisfaction. “Perfect, elf,” he said. “Now yer looks like the whore yer are, wit’ come on yer body and comin’ out of yer arse.” Selred stood up and tucked his penis back inside his pants. “Nows ter goes downstairs an’ finds yer first customer.” With a final look at the elf, Selred turned and left the room.

Lothvaen laid there, his eyes closed, tears trickling down either side of his face. As far as he was concerned, he had now suffered the final humiliation. The man had succeeded. Lothvaen felt he was now well and truly a whore.

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