At the Edge of the Precipice by Cirdan

Chapter 3

Maedhros awakened to find Sauron already in him. Maedhros was on his stomach on a
bed, and Sauron was penetrating him. Sauron didn't seem to notice that he awoke. He was
caught up in the passion of the moment. His breathing was heavy and quick. He thrust in
and out of Maedhros. Sauron had actually used lubricant this time, probably to enhance his
own enjoyment of the coupling. His cock bulged, and he pressed himself against
Maedhros's shapely rear. Sauron inhaled and held his breath. His cock spilled out into
Maedhros. Then Sauron exhaled and fell onto Maedhros. After a moment, he rolled to the
side. Maedhros didn't move. He pretended to be asleep, too exhausted from his torment to
even awaken to this episode of penetration. Sauron stroked Maedhros's hair and pushed it
back behind his ear. He nuzzled that ear and moaned lightly. Then he kissed Maedhros on
the cheek and rose to attend to his duties. Maedhros stayed awake for several moments
after Sauron had left. Then he let himself rest again.

This time, Maedhros found himself stretched out on a large stone ball. Sauron's torture
device of choice this time was a simple sword. He fingered the hilt suggestively and then
stroked Maedhros's inner thigh with his black hand.

"Stop," Maedhros said. "I submit."

"Oh?" Sauron's tone made it clear that he did not believe him. He nudged the sword hilt up
against Maedhros's tree so that it seemed erect. His tongue glanced over the unwilling tip.

"Bring me before Morgoth," Maedhros said.

"You realize, of course, that if you submit to Morgoth, he will only make you my slave
instead of my prisoner," Sauron said. He engulfed Maedhros's length and sucked on it.
"Perhaps you will not treat me so roughly once I have submitted," Maedhros said.

"Hm." Sauron bit Maedhros's shaft. Maedhros's legs twitched to come together but were
held by his bonds. "I do not believe that you can submit. It's not in your nature." Sauron
licked Maedhros's length, enjoying the very taste of Elven flesh.

"I can if I let myself do so."

"Prove it." Sauron kissed Maedhros's tip and then looked up to meet his eyes. Maedhros
closed his eyes so that he could not see the fair yet foul face of his tormentor. He let his
body relax. Sauron took his shaft in his mouth again, and this time, Maedhros pushed his
disgust to the back of his mind and allowed the blood to flow to his limp member. "Mm."

Sauron sucked eagerly on the hardening shaft. Maedhros longed to draw away, but his rear
was firmly planted against the stone ball. He felt his lip curl in loathing for Sauron. Sauron
felt him softening and looked up, his mouth still around Maedhros. There was a warning in
his red eyes. Maedhros understood. He forced himself to relax again, to try to enjoy what
was happening to him.

"Good," Sauron said. He put the sword away. "I do not care if you do not enjoy this in
your mind, but if you can let your body react, then I will take you into my service." He
placed a collar around Maedhros's neck and attached to it a short chain. Then he released
the bonds about Maedhros's arms and legs. He pulled on the choke chain. "Come to me."

Maedhros came to sit by Sauron on a couch. "Beg me to fuck you."

Maedhros swallowed hard then said, "Take me, my Lord."

"No. Touch yourself. Make yourself hard for me." Maedhros bit his lip. He could feel
himself coloring slightly. He encircled himself and moved along his length. He didn't
know what to think of. Nothing appealed to him anymore. But he did allow his body to
react. His shaft hardened, and Sauron watched with greedy eyes. "Faster." Maedhros
rubbed himself faster. His ass tightened. His body started to move to the pumping of his
pipe. Sauron parted his legs so that he could have a better view. Maedhros forced himself
to not snap his legs shut. "Stop. Now beg me to suck on you."

"Suck on me," Maedhros said.

"Say it again."

"Suck on me!" Maedhros cried out. He opened his legs and thrust his cock up for the
taking. And Sauron took it. His mouth devoured the long elfiness and slobbered on it.

Maedhros moaned. "More. Oh, please, more." Sauron did so. He sucked harder. His
tongue pressed up against his shaft and sometimes explored his jewels. "Ah." Maedhros's
body glistened with sweat. Sauron enjoyed every bit of it. He left off sucking on
Maedhros's tree to lick and suck on the rest of his flesh. His tongue found its way to
Maedhros's sensitive ears. This time, Maedhros let his body enjoy that sensation.

Maedhros pressed himself to Sauron and moaned in need.

"Ride me, my Lord," Maedhros begged. He twisted in Sauron's arms so that his rear was
presented to Sauron's cock. "Ride hard." Sauron was more than happy to oblige him. He
pressed himself into the offered opening. Maedhros arched. "Harder." Sauron did harden
and pressed in deeper. He pulled the choke chain as if it were a rein. Maedhros bucked and
moved, sometimes in synch with Sauron's penetration and sometimes delightfully out of
synch. It didn't last long. With Maedhros's encouragement and moans, Sauron spent
himself quickly.

"Will you finish me off, my Lord?" Maedhros asked. He had been careful to keep himself
hard throughout the encounter. Sauron was only too pleased to see that Maedhros was hard
and took it as a sign that Maedhros had enjoyed the sex. "Ah, yes!" Maedhros cried out as
Sauron sucked on him. With some effort, Maedhros was able to banish from his mind the
pain and humiliation that he had endured from Sauron. Climaxing was much more difficult
without Sauron's poisons in his veins. But Maedhros thought back to the Days of Bliss and
the ancient friendships that he had enjoyed in his youth. "Oh, please, yes!" At last, his tree
bore fruit, and Sauron swallowed his seed. Maedhros let out a lusty sigh of content.

Maedhros's excellent acting had one unexpected side effect. Sauron was hard and hot
again. As a Maia, his rest interval between release and readiness was shorter than most
Elves. Maedhros feigned interest. He reciprocated and sucked on Sauron. He begged to be
taken once more. Sauron obliged him, of course. Maedhros endured his torment. Then,
Maedhros was permitted to rest.

The next day, Maedhros was dressed all in black and brought before the Dark Lord
Morgoth. Many fell servants of Morgoth eyed Maedhros wearily as he crossed the
throneroom, bowed gracefully, and knelt before the Dark Throne. Maedhros was fair and
powerful, and high captains like Gothmog and Orcobal feared that the Eldar, once turned,
would be ranked above them. Maedhros felt naked before Morgoth, but he took strength in
his inner fire. And though he did not call them to his aid, Maedhros took comfort at the
sight of the Silmarils upon Morgoth's Iron Crown. Maedhros kissed the floor before him.

"Lord of Middle-earth, my spirit is broken," Maedhros said. He kept his head bowed. "I
submit to you, o Great Dark Lord." He kissed the floor.

"I find it hard to believe of you, Eldest Son of Feanor," Morgoth said. His voice was
terrible and great. "Your words are smooth, but I will judge for myself if your spirit has
truly been cowed. Open your mind to me."

Maedhros was compelled to do so. Morgoth saw visions of Maedhros's early torment in
the mines of Ered Engrin. He saw Maedhros's declaration of love for Sauron. He felt
Maedhros spill out eagerly for the Maia. He saw them come together time and time again.
And he heard Maedhros submit before to Sauron. And he heard clearly in Maedhros's
mind: Morgoth, Black Foe of the World.

The Dark Lord stood, and the throneroom darkened. Even the Silmarils were obscured by
the thunderous cloud. Morgoth looked to Sauron, his chief captain, and pierced to his very
soul. Morgoth saw Maedhros's semen as a small seed of good buried deep within Sauron.
Lightning shot out from Morgoth's hand and struck Sauron.

"Black heart! So you would seduce this Elda to your own purpose. And then what? Seek to
overthrow me with his aid?" Morgoth struck Sauron again and then ordered Gothmog to
take him away. "I will deal with him later, but as for you, Eldest Son of Feanor, I will not
again allow you the chance to corrupt my servants."

Morgoth struck Maedhros and tore his clothes from him. The Dark Lord took Maedhros,
naked and quailing, to Thangorodrim. There, Morgoth grew to a great height until he was
as large as the mountain itself. He chained Maedhros's right wrist to the face of a precipice
with a band of steel unbreakable.

"Abide here now, Nelyafinwe Maitimo, Last of the Kings of the Noldor, until your very
body is worn by the harsh winds of Manwe," said Morgoth. "You will watch from here as
the Noldor pass through the Gates of Angband as my slaves. You will beg for death before
the end."

"That may be so, but your servant Sauron has taught me strength," Maedhros said. A
moment of foresight came to Maedhros, and as he spoke, he wondered if these words were
truly his own. "It may be that you will break me upon the hard rock of Thangorodrim, but
if I am ever set free, then you will see me reborn from the ashes of death, and I will be
your greatest enemy until the very end, until the eve of your defeat. Eru set in Feanaro a
fire greater than you know, and my father passed that flame onto me. If ever I should fall,
then, Dark Lord Morgoth, beware! For though the line of Kings will at last be broken, your
reign's end will be close at hand."

"Brave words, Son of Feanor," Morgoth said with a sneer. "Let us see how long your
words can keep your spirit kindled."

Morgoth left as a dark cloud. Maedhros hung from Thangorodrim as the mountain winds
tore at him mercilessly. He doubted the words of his own prophecy, for none had ever
returned from the dead, and he did not believe that he, an Elda and one less great than
Feanor, could be the chief enemy of the Dark Lord. But Maedhros took comfort in
knowing that Sauron the Abhorred was undoubtedly being tormented as well. And
Maedhros remembered how he had thought his situation hopeless when he was Sauron's
prisoner. There was no point in questioning his fate. If he was to die and rise again, first of
the Eldar to do so, then so be it.

Here, on the Precipice I am set, and I will show my Progeny. If I am cast down from this
place and yet remain safe, then I will know that, though I am Dispossessed by the Valar, I
am the Chosen Son of Eru, the Mighty All-Father.