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

"You are a thing to be used and you will call me Master.”

Maedhros flanked by two orcs followed Morgoth from the dungeon. It was the first time that he came to fetch him himself, usually the soldiers brought him to Morgoth’s room whenever the Vala wanted him – and that was often, his body was covered in marks. Maedhros trembled at the thought that today surely something ‘special’ waited for him – and hated himself for his fear.

The soldiers pushed him after Morgoth through a door but stayed outside. He had never been alone with Morgoth when he wasn’t tied up so completely that any thought of fighting back was illusory. Maedhros clenched his fists, if his hands weren’t tied to his back... maybe he would have tried anyway if Morgoth hadn’t thrown him an amused look at that moment, that seemed to say. ‘I’d love to see you try.’

“I noticed that you don’t seem to like your relatives much.” Maedhros blinked at him uncomprehending. “The orcs. You look disgusted when they touch you.”

The droning in his ears drowned out anything else Morgoth was saying. The orcs! He had suspected, hadn’t dared to think too much about what they were since he had realised that they were speaking a form of Quenya.

“Not everyone is strong enough to survive the transformation. Let’s see how well suited Noldor are to it.”

For one horrible moment Maedhros thought, he would be the victim to be subjected to such torture, but then he realised that Morgoth wouldn’t make it that easy for him. Lights went on and Maedhros saw that they stood in front of a glass pane that let them look into another room. An naked elf lay strapped to a table, his eyes wide with fear, a Maia was busy with his implements.

“Artano is very skilled in this.”

Maedhros stared at the elf. He was one of his soldiers.

“Androl”, he whispered and Morgoth smiled triumphantly.

“So you recognise him. Good.”

Maedhros watched with growing horror as the Maia made a long cut down Androl’s chest and belly, another cut perpendicular to the first one and then he pulled his skin back. Morgoth explained with soft voice how orcs were made, while Androl’s screams sounded through both rooms. Maedhros prayed to whoever would listen for Androl to lose consciousness. He felt sick. This elf had to suffer because Morgoth wanted to make him suffer.

“Stop!”, he screamed and sank to his knees. “Please... aranya. I’ll to whatever you ask of me, just, please, give him a quick death.”

He had never begged, regardless of what torments Morgoth put him through, but he mustn’t put his pride above the life – or death – of his men.

“No”, said Morgoth and Maedhros sobbed. Wasn’t this enough? What else had he to give? “Not ‘aranya’”, Morgoth continued, his hand carded through Maedhros cropped hair. “One such as you, a slave, isn’t my subject. You are a thing to be used and you will call me Master.”

Maedhros looked up into Morgoth’s gleeful face. He knew, he finally had him. Maedhros’ pride rebelled against this humiliation. Almost he wasn’t able to do it, but Androl screamed again and he knew what he had to do.

“Please, herdir”, he croaked. “I beg you. Let him die.”

“Artano is going to stop for a while.” Morgoth opened his trousers. “You will prove to me that you mean it, Maitimo.”

Melkor freed his cock and stroked himself slowly. He had been hard the moment Maedhros had went to his knees. And finally he called him Master. What his own pain hadn’t achieved, the torment of his friend had ensured. He should have thought of this sooner – but then he would have missed the fun he had had until now. Melkor led the head of his cock to Maedhros’s lips.

“Open your mouth, Maitimo. And if I feel teeth only once, you and he”, he nodded at the whimpering elf on the table, “will bitterly rue it.”

He moaned with pleasure as Maedhros’s lips opened for him and his tongue licked the moisture off the head. Melkor gripped his short hair and slowly slid in deeper, savoured every centimetre that vanished between Maedhros’ full lips, ever deeper until he felt Maedhros’s throat constrict around him.

For a moment he stopped, enjoying the feeling, knowing that the elf couldn’t breathe as long as he was so deep inside him. He pulled back a little and started to fuck the elf’s mouth with quick, deep thrusts. It wasn’t the first time and although tears rand down Maedhros’s cheeks as he thrust deep into his throat he was holding up well. Melkor liked that – his tears and his strong will.

Melkor groaned, for the first time, there wasn’t a gag between his cock and the elf’s teeth and to feel his lips on his skin was intoxicating – as was the knowledge that Maedhros still wanted to bite him but couldn’t because his fellow prisoner in the other room would pay the price. Melkor knew that he wouldn’t last long.

“Don’t you dare to spit it out”, he growled before flooding Maedhros’s mouth with his release. He slowly pulled back and watched Maedhros swallow with a disgusted shudder. Melkor laughed softly, patting the elf’s cheek. “Good boy, Maitimo. Do you really want me to kill him as your reward?”

Maedhros’s eyes turned to the whimpering elf on the table. Artano stood beside it with a bored look. Melkor knew that he was spoiling his fun, but he couldn’t change that.

“I beg you... herdir. Give him this mercy.” It was so arousing, that little halt before the title that told him how hard it was for Maedhros to call him Master. “As you wish.”

Melkor gave Artano a silent order and the Maia thrust his knife through the elf’s eye into his brain.

‘What a waste’, he sighed. ‘I’m sure it would have been a good one.’

‘You wouldn’t call it a waste if you could see what it did.’

Melkor turned to Maedhros, still kneeling beside him.

“I’ve come up with a better idea to punish you, Maitimo”, he announced and enjoyed the elf’s shiver at his words. “Every time you call me by that name your father gave me, one of your men will lose a finger. It won’t be fast and you will watch. And if you ever defy me again, the next elf strapped to that table won’t be shown mercy. Do we understand each other?”

Maedhros’s gulped. “Yes, herdir”, he croaked and kissed the tip of Melkor’s boot when he held it out to him.

“Very good.” Melkor raked his fingers through the elf’s hair. “I like the way you look on your knees, Maitimo. You’ll stay down unless I order you to stand up. Follow me.”

Melkor watched from the corner of his eye how Maedhros crawled after him, his face red with humiliation. Melkor grinned, he’d enjoyed Maedhros when he’d fought him, he’d enjoy him even more now that he had decided he had to obey him despite his obvious dislike of the situation. He already felt his cock stir again.

Chapter End Notes

Artano = Sauron