"You are so beautiful when you scream, Maitimo." by chrissystriped

“What gives you the idea that it is answers I want from you?"

Melkor closed the door to his dungeon behind himself and turned around to the bound elf. Maedhros’ wrists were shackled to a chain that ran through a ring in the ceiling. He stood on tiptoe his legs spread wide with a bar between his ankles. His naked body was clean, cuts and bruises from the battle dark on his light skin.

“We are going to have so much fun, while we wait for your brothers’s answer.”

“I won’t tell you anything, Morgoth, no matter what you do to me.”

“Valiant words.”

Melkor laughed and came closer to caress Maedhros’ chest, he felt the elf’s heart race.

“Maitimo, Maitimo...”

The elf gasped when he gripped one of his nipples and twisted it viciously, then he gritted his teeth and stared at him again with this look that Melkor looked forward to break.

“What gives you the idea that it is answers I want from you? No, you are here because I like your looks. Maitimo... what a fitting name.”

Melkor gripped his chin and kissed him, but quickly pulled his head back, when Maedhros tried to bite him. He gave him a resounding slap that made the elf sway in his bonds.

“Seems I have to teach you manners first”, Melkor snapped at him. “But I don’t mind, I’d have been disappointed if it were different.”

“Don’t touch me, Morgoth!”

Melkor slapped him again. “You aren’t in a position to make demands. And you won’t address me by that insulting name... once I allow you to speak again.”

“Morgoth you are and Morgoth you’ll remain”, Maedhros hissed before Melkor forced his jaw open and pushed a ring gag between his lips. He licked the elf's lips and felt him shudder.

“Usually I have everyone’s tongue ripped out who calls me by that name, but as your brothers surely want you back in one piece, I’ll have to think of another punishment for you.”

Not, that he really expected Feanor’s other sons to yield to his conditions, but he wanted Maedhros to be able to talk a while longer. He wanted to hear him call him Master.

Melkor chose a thin, flexible cane from his collection. Maedhros only continued to glower at him when he flexed it before his eyes. It was quite possible that no one had ever hurt him in this way. Melkor pressed the tip of the cane to the elf’s lips. He’d teach him respect for that long, thin piece of wood.

“Every time you say this name, you’ll get four strokes with this. You used it five times today.”

Melkor walked slowly around Maedhros, enjoyed to see his muscles tremble. He could hear him trying to comfort himself, but under everything lay the fine melody of fear. The elf sharply drew in his breath, when the cane met his backside with full force, almost a scream. Melkor was curious how long it would take to make him scream in earnest. He looked with satisfaction at the dark welt the cane had left on the elf’s buttock.

“One”, he said calmly before striking out again.

Maedhros screamed, he couldn’t stop himself, although he didn’t want to give Morgoth this satisfaction. Maybe it would have been different, if he hadn’t been wearing this damned gag that held his mouth open. Every sound he made sounded almost obscenely loud. His body was pure agony, his muscles trembled from the stretched position, his thighs and shoulders were in flames.

He had slumped after the twentieth blow, relieved that it was over, but Morgoth had laughed – how much he hated that laugh – and said: “Do you think it is already over, Maitimo. That was only your punishment, now I’m going to have my fun with you.”

And the beating had continued – thighs, shoulders, backside – until Maedhros screamed with every blow and he was sure that he was bleeding. He was so lost in his agony that he only noticed that the beating had stopped when Morgoth laid his arm around his middle and pressed himself against his back. Maedhros moaned, his wounds burned and pulsed where Morgoth’s skin touched his. But the worst thing was the hard, hot cock pressing against his cleft – a threat of what would come.

The pain was bad – worse than anything he could have imagined – but he could bear it. This... was infinitely more gruesome. Panic took over and he tried to get away, fought against the unrelenting bonds until he had to stop breathing heavily.

“You are even more beautiful screaming with pain, Maitimo”, Morgoth whispered into his ear and licked the tears from his cheek.

Maedhros whimpered when he felt Morgoth bringing himself into position.

Nononono, was everything he could think, but of course that didn’t change anything.

He howled with pain as Morgoth breached him brutally. Blazing agony shot through his body, deep and sharp and not lessening. Morgoth didn’t give him any respite, fucking him hard. Maedhros screamed until his voice gave out and only pathetic whimpers came from his mouth. It seemed to take hours until Morgoth came inside him with a groan.

Something wet rand down his thigh when he pulled out, Maedhros didn’t know if it was blood or only Morgoth’s semen. He hung sobbing in his bonds, head bowed, too exhausted to keep his eyes open. He jerked back when Morgoth patted his sore cheek.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Maitimo”, he said before he left.

Maedhros wondered if he would leave him hanging here when four of these creatures that seemed to come from a nightmare – orcs – came in and freed him ungently. Maedhros sank to his knees, his trembling legs didn’t carry him. He was almost grateful when they relieved him of the gag. One of the soldiers said something Maedhros didn’t understand and the others laughed.

“Get up!”, their leader snarled at him, a whip cracked above his head.

Maedhros cringed whimpering and was ashamed of himself the next moment. Did it take so little to turn Feanor’s firstborn into a trembling, cowering thing? His father would be ashamed of him. Maedhros fought to regain his legs, his whole body trembled and for a moment his sight went black.

The orcs shoved and pulled him from Morgoth’s rooms and down many stairs. Whenever the weakness overtook him and he fell to his knees, they beat and kicked him until he stood up again.

The dungeon smelled of suffering and death and Maedhros could hear the screams and moans of the other prisoners. How many of them were his own men? He was thrown into an empty cell, the door fell closed with a final boom and Maedhros sank down on the dirty straw that lay in a corner.

He cursed his own foolishness. How could he have believed Morgoth to play fair? Did his brothers know already that he wasn’t dead? He was sure that they wouldn’t meet Morgoth’s demands and that meant many more hours like those he had just lived through. He could only hope that Morgoth would lose interest in him, but he wasn’t too hopeful about that.