Silver

Silver

Posted: October 13, 2006
Title: Silver
Author: Oakenshield
Type: FCS
Characters: Celeborn/Thranduil
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters and the places all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, and I am making no profit from this at all.
Warnings: BDSM
Author's note: Dedicated to Naresha, for a lovely week of Elven and wizardy silliness.

Summary: Thranduil has a weakness for all things silver...

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The King of Mirkwood had a weakness for silver. Be it ornaments or jewellery, if it was silver, he wanted it. It was almost an addiction.

Two items made of silver were always upon his person, even when he was naked; a small ring adorned his right ear below its point, and a more ornate, jewelled ring pierced his navel.

He not only indulged in the somewhat frowned upon act of body piercing with himself. He had personally pierced silver rings through his lover's nipples many years before, all the better to link a chain to them for the exquisite torture that they both loved to give and receive, respectively.

The chain was not silver, however; such abuse required a heavier material, a colder and crueller texture.

Thranduil stopped to give the chain a yank, smiling down at his dear pet as he hissed and winced in pain. He ran a hand over his tear-stained cheek and leaned down closer to him, as if to bestow a kiss on his flushed face, but he withdrew at the last moment to stand tall over him. How cute that he should have wept in his absence!

He had left him in a small, dark room in the dungeon some hours before, seated upon a small stool that stood in the centre of the room. He had left him naked apart from the silver and leather shackle that encased his straining cock, and the silver collar that held his head high, linking to the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back by a fine chain of mithril. The keys to his freedom hung on a chain around Thranduil's neck.

The restraints glimmered in the light of the torch Thranduil carried into the room to put into a sconce on the wall, and the sight pleased him. After he had locked the door, he shrugged off the green silk robe he had put on while he had been away and dropped it carelessly to the floor. He came to stand before his pet and smiled as lust-filled eyes roamed over his naked body. His arousal grew anew, and he knew it had been noted.

"You can get up now," he said, taking a step back and folding his arms over his chest, watching with amusement as the other Elf awkwardly rose to his feet, stiff from hours in the same position. "Good." His awkwardness proved that he had not moved at all, just as Thranduil had ordered.

Eventually, he rose up straight, his shoulders pulled back by the manacle, his silver hair in his eyes. "What would you have me do for you, your Majesty?" the Lord of Lórien asked, lifting his eyes to look into his Master's eyes.

The first rule had been broken, no doubt deliberately.

Thranduil back-handed him across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. "You would dare to speak to me without permission?" he snarled. "You would dare to look at me?!"

"Forgive me, Sir," Celeborn whispered, lifting himself a little on his elbow, knowing better than to raise his head or attempt to get up until permission was granted.

Thranduil looked down at him and smiled. It felt good to be in such a position of power over one so much older than himself. He had the advantage of height and strength over Celeborn, certainly, but when he had first laid eyes on him he had never hoped to master him. But he had.

"You must be punished," he stated casually. "Get up and lean over that stool that you made yourself so comfortable on earlier."

"Yes, your Majesty." Celeborn scrambled to his knees and awkwardly positioned himself before the stool, leaning over it with his chest against the seat, his behind sticking out, inviting and exposed.

"Very good," Thranduil remarked, walking slowly around him before stopping behind him. "You have behaved very well in my absence, so I will not punish you any more than you deserve." He chuckled quietly to himself as a disappointed whimper broke out from the obediently lowered head. "Have you been comfortable, my dear?" He reached down and took hold of the end of the ivory phallus he had inserted into Celeborn's rear before he had left. It was large and shaped so that it would not slip out unless it was pulled out.

"Thranduil..." he started to whimper then remembered himself. "Sir... your Majesty... have mercy!"

Thranduil gave the phallus an upwards jerk. "And why should I?" He revelled in the wanton moan that came from his pet. "So desperate already," he chuckled, wriggling it again. "I do hope you have not been pleasuring yourself while I have been gone."

Hollow laughter rang out from Celeborn. "Chance would be a fine thing!"

He let go of the phallus and swung his hand back to lay a slap against the pale, firm buttocks, his laughter echoing in the vault as Celeborn gasped. With the next slap, a cry of pain was suppressed, coming out as a grunt from between clenched teeth. Thranduil stroked the stinging skin with the palm of his hand for a moment, lightly teasing before he landed another blow. He could see his own red hand marks appearing over Celeborn's buttocks in the torchlight, some raising in welts.

"Beautiful," he commented. "It suits you."

"Thank you, your Majesty," Celeborn humbly replied, yelping as another slap connected. "Ai!"

"That is no less than you deserve," Thranduil said, straightening up and pulling Celeborn upright by the hair. He knew Celeborn wanted more of the exquisite pain that only he could give, and that was exactly why he was not going to grant it him. It always paid off to keep him wanting, to make him beg, to make him desperate. He would grow so wild when confined for hours. How Thranduil loved to release him at the end of the evening and lie back and let him ravish him. "You have been good. Turn around."

Celeborn cringed and squirmed in his bonds as he clumsily shifted around on his knees. He would have bruises come morning, for sure. No matter; he liked being bruised. "Thranduil, please!"

Yes, he was doing it on purpose. It amused Thranduil to no end. He was used to such tricks, he had grown wise to them over the years. He was in charge here, not Celeborn, however hard the Lord of Lórien tried to bend the situation to his will.

"Excuse me?" he released him and held his hand aloft in warning of another slap.

"My apologies," Celeborn said quickly, lowering his gaze. "Must I be punished again?" He sounded so hopeful.

Thranduil smirked. "Not yet, my pet." He put a hand under his chin to lift his head again then slapped his cheek smartly, just once.

"What would your Majesty have me do?" Celeborn asked, looking up at him briefly.

Thranduil ignored the provocation and petted his hair for some moments. "I would have you please me," he finally replied, taking himself in his hand and stroking himself languidly. "Would you like that, my dear?"

"I would like that, yes," Celeborn replied eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation. "May I?"

"Hm..." Thranduil smirked down at him, slowly pumping his hand up and down his length, laughing coldly as Celeborn's eyes followed the sight. "Look at you, the Lord of Lórien reduced to this. You are like a lustful Elfling in the first, desperate blush of youth, aching for a touch, aching for release." He rubbed the tip of his thumb over his own erection then wiped the fluid over Celeborn's lower lip. "What would Galadriel think if she saw you thus?"

Celeborn gave a low moan and his tongue darted out to lick the pearly drop from his lip, seeking to touch Thranduil's fingers as he did. That was enough of an answer!

Thranduil smiled coldly. He knew that Celeborn received little in the way of bedtime pleasures from his wife, that was why he came to him so often. He could never resist teasing him about it.

"Do you think it would arouse her?" He took Celeborn's chin in his hand and ran his thumb between his lips, allowing him to suckle it into his mouth for a moment before he pulled it away. "I imagine she would secretly like to watch, and touch herself as she did. For all we know, she might be watching in her mirror even as we commit this crime against her."

Celeborn whimpered. "Oh, please..."

Thranduil laughed. "Come then, do your service." He grabbed him by the hair again, sinking his fingers into the soft, silken strands and urged his head forward, nudging his cock against his lips. "You have such a beautiful mouth, my darling," he whispered, moaning softly as Celeborn's soft, full lips closed around him.

"Mmh..." Celeborn sighed and shut his eyes, his expert mouth quickly going to work, swallowing his Master's length quickly and rising back up the column of flesh with a sharp swipe of his tongue.

"Slowly, my pet," Thranduil instructed him, lightly stroking his fingertips over the points of Celeborn's ears, delighting in the delicious little shivers and whimpers the gesture elicited. "We would not want to waste this, would we?" He loved to draw out his own pleasure, as much as Celeborn's. It made it worth the while. It made up for the long stretches of time in which they could not see each other.

Celeborn sighed in frustration as Thranduil's hand tightened in his hair and he slowed his administrations to gentle licks and kisses all the along Thranduil's length.

"You look like a child with a lollipop," he laughed. "I like it."

"A child would not do this," Celeborn retorted, the hard edge of his teeth connecting with his Master's cock for half a second.

Thranduil smirked and shook his head. "As you were, *your Lordship*," he said, adding edge to the last two words.

Celeborn whimpered at the use of his title and took Thranduil's cock within the warm, wet case of his mouth again, slowly and firmly sucking up and down, moaning and swallowing around it once in a while.

Thranduil flushed and shuddered. "Does this please you, my pet?" he asked, his voice steady despite the fact that he was panting a little.

"Mhm..." Celeborn nodded softly, never stopping his motions as he looked up at the elvenking, his face flushed, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

"Is it nectar to your tongue?" Thranduil brushed his ear tips again. "Is it honey to your palate? Are you the hungry bee that cannot get enough? Are your wings heavy and dripping with the pollen that you ever seek?"

A desperate growl was his only answer, and he laughed, stroking Celeborn's hair back from his face to watch him as his head moved rhythmically up and down his shaft, gradually increasing in speed and pressure.

"I bet you want to me to fuck you," he whispered to him. "Would you not prefer my cock up your arse rather than in your mouth? Would you not rather feel it pounding in to you, rather than slipping into your throat?" He swallowed as his arousal threatened to get the better of him for a moment, as Celeborn swallowed him impossibly deeper, moaning around him. "You would be so open already, I could just slip right into you. Would you not prefer the heat of my hard cock rather than that cold, unfeeling ivory?"

Celeborn squirmed and gazed up at him with tears and adoration in his eyes before his eyelids fell shut and he began sucking harder and faster, writhing and moaning as though he were the one gaining direct pleasure from the action. Judging from his movements, he was giving himself pleasure by way of their favourite toy, but punishment for that could wait.

Thranduil closed his eyes and swayed a little as he finally allowed his arousal to take possession of his body and mind, and he held Celeborn's shoulders to hold himself upright as he let the feeling take him over.

"Enough!" he ordered as he felt himself about to spend, and he withdrew from Celeborn's mouth, quickly taking himself in his hand to bring himself over with the last few strokes, his seed hitting Celeborn in the cheek and running down his collar.

Silver upon silver; wet, warm fluid against the hard, cold restraint, slithering down it and onto Celeborn's chest.

Celeborn licked his lips, hoping to catch some of the juice upon his tongue. "Thranduil..." he whispered hoarsely, sitting back on his heels, gasping and writhing as the movement pushed the phallus deeper into him. "Sir... Master..."

Thranduil caught his breath quickly and composed himself. "Yes, my darling?" He reached down to clutch the chain attached to Celeborn's nipple piercings and pulled on it to bring him to his feet.

"May I ask for a kiss?" Celeborn stumbled closer to him, a look of pain crossing his face as his nipples were abused further.

Thranduil inclined his head and looked at him with a smile. "You may ask," he whispered, twisting the chain with one hand while he reached down with the other to take Celeborn's engorged cock in his hand, feeling bands of scorching hot flesh between the bands of silver and leather. "So very hot. So very desperate, aren't you? Twitching..." He circled his finger over the weeping head, pulling harder on the chain as Celeborn moaned in pleasure. "Dripping like a woman."

"Release me?" Celeborn begged, leaning forward in an attempt to catch Thranduil's lips with his own. "I have been good, do I not deserve a reward?"

"Hm." Thranduil let go of him and looked derisively down his nose at him. "But you enjoy this, darling, this is your reward." He picked up his robe from the floor and drew it around his body again. "I must bathe. Find your way to my chambers, kneel on the rug before the fireplace in the bedroom and await me there."

He slapped Celeborn across the backside once more as he left the room, grinning back at him. The dirty old dog wanted more of that treatment, of course. But deprivation was worse torture than any amount of pain.

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THE END

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