Page 69 of Theoden
“Why have you held back all these years?” I challenged.
“Because you never deserved my best.”
“So, why give it to me now?”
“Because our Father commanded me and because I know you hate that I can make you feel this good. You wanted me to fuck you as I have always done so, with no regard for your pleasure. Perhaps this is a lesson for both of us. I enjoy seeing you cum the way you have, knowing it was me who made you lose yourself.”
“You fucking swin—” I was cut off when Nolan shoved himself deep inside of me. My eyes bulged from the pain of his entry, and he laughed at my expression.
“That is one way to shut you up,” Nolan remarked, then began to pump his hips, working his cock along my anal walls and that spot that comes to life when stroked. My fingers gripped at the leather-covered silver chains that kept me bound to the bed. My toes were curling with every stroke of his cock. My own body was feeding greedily off his and what he was doing to me. It was so potent, I could actually taste the ecstasy in the air.
That sensation began to grow inside me once again, flowing through me like the waves of the sea, growing more violent and larger as they came closer to the sand. I moaned louder, my eyes closing tightly as the pleasure mounted.
“Yes, little brother, cum for me!” Nolan yelled out, demanding my climax as if he owned it. Maybe he did.
I couldn’t hold back, no matter how hard I tried. I gave into him and his body, releasing my seed in a torrent all over both our torsos. Nolan laughed and quaked as he began to reach his own climax. He roared like a wild beast, and I felt his hot seed filling me; and with each stroke of his cock, I felt it spilling out of my asshole.
I watched him take pleasure in my body in a way he had never done before and I knew he would do it again. Gone were the days of his thoughtless pounding. He would make me feel this pleasure, knowing I hated him for it all the more. Yes, I should have kept my mouth shut.
I lost track of all time while he fucked me. It was as if Nolan had unlimited energy. My body released multiple times throughout the night and it wasn’t until he cried out one final time that I knew he was spent. The birds began to sing, marking the rising of the sun. I was exhausted and sated sexually. I only wanted to sleep now and thankfully, that is what Nolan gave me.
He pulled out, his cock limp and glistening with his seed and my anal fluids. He stumbled a bit when his feet touched the floor and he caught his balance by grabbing onto the poster of the bed. His body was soaked with sweat and his torso was covered in my sticky essence, it even dripped down his body onto the floor, but he didn’t seem to care.
He looked at me, his gaze was cloudy as if he were in a haze. “Tom—tomorrow night, li—little brother… you are… mine,” he said between pants, then he turned and left the room.
I was far too tired to care what that meant. I let the sleep take me.
***
The next night, Nolan was on me, bringing me to pleasurable heights over and over again. He took me from every position, even ones I hadn’t been in before. He made me ride his cock until I came, which he had never done in the past, save for the one time when our Father had demanded it. Hours upon hours, he worked me over until I begged for sleep. Always, he only allowed me to rest once the birds began to sing.
Every day, he repeated his routine, and every night, my body began to yearn for his touch. My nipples would harden at the sight of him entering my room. He could make me climax without touching my cock, and had done so for the entire length of my punishment. It took everything I had to hold back my tears of shame. I thought I would be stronger than this, that I would be able to resist whatever Nolan would do to me, but I had failed.
He made me his and I hated him even more for it.
He entered my room, and my cock stirred and he chuckled in reaction. “Not tonight, little brother. Tonight, you must return to our Father.” He walked over to my bed and untied my bindings. He would only do so when I needed to be bathed, but then I was to return to the bed afterward.
My body was stiff from lack of movement, but I managed to climb to my feet. I avoided eye contact with him and he sensed it.
“Why not look at me, little brother?” Nolan asked, and I could hear the arrogance in his tone.
“I just wish to return to Father,” I said.
He laughed and grabbed my chin, turning my face toward him. “Remember this month we spent together, little brother. Know that I can bring you to your knees any time I so choose. Remember how much you loved having me inside of you, and dream of me for many nights to come.”
With that, he released me and left the room. My legs collapsed and I sat down hard on the bed, my body trembling with a mixture of rage, humiliation, and hatred. If I could, I would kill Nolan, but I knew such an offense would be unforgivable to Ara. Doing so would seal my fate along with Nolan’s, and that was not something I wanted.
This was but one trial I had to endure. One tribulation that taught me a meaningful lesson. One day, I would be stronger for it, but tonight, I only felt like a man who had lost a sense of self-worth. I wanted to be out of Nolan’s home, so I found the strength to rise from the bed I had been confined to. I dressed quickly and opened the window, flying home.
***
“Have you learned your lesson?” Ara asked me.
I had returned home a few minutes ago and was undressing in hopes of taking a much-needed bath. I turned around to better address him, and nodded. “I have been humbled, Father?”
He nodded and came towards me, reaching up to caress my jaw. “My beautiful boy, such gifts and strengths. There is and will be a place and time when you can use them. There will be a time when you will reach your full potential, but there is much for you to learn. Come, it is time for you to get better aquatinted with your new brother.” Ara pulled his hand away, and I instantly missed the heat and comfort of his touch.
“May I bathe first, Father?” I asked, really needing to get Nolan’s scent off my body.
