A special boy by chrissystriped

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Chapter Three

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“You nursed him when he was hurt, didn’t you?”

Sharû hadn’t seen the boy – he wasn’t really a boy anymore, but he still thought of him like that, he didn’t ask names – for a week. Not since he had limped past them with a sprained ankle. Mormirion had taken him with him that night – and since this morning, a week later the boy was back in the mines.

“Why didn’t you keep him? Did he anger you?”

Sharû couldn’t imagine that. For his part, the slave would have to flat out deny him to make him angry. It was always very fulfilling to fuck him.

“No, he didn’t anger me.”

Mormirion lifted the wine glass to the lamp and admired the colour. The Maia had invited him for a glass, he sometimes did and Sharû never said no. The wine was the best he ever got and he liked Mormirion.

“Then why? I don’t understand, why you don’t claim him for yourself.”

“I just don’t have the patience to always have a slave around. It’s a distraction.”

“But a pleasant one.” Sharû winked at him and Mormirion laughed.

“Quite true, but it means, too, to always have an eye on his behaviour. I set rules that I would have to enforce around the clock if he lived here. That’s too stressful for my taste.”

“Seen from this angle... Still, I don’t understand, why you are content to share a slave you obviously like very much, with a bunch of orcs.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to watch.” Mormirion grimaced. “That would disagree with my sense of... aesthetic.”

Sharû felt his face heat. He knew that he wasn’t handsome, but to hear it said aloud was still not a good feeling.

“But it doesn’t bother me to share him, especially not with you. It has benefits to have a... let’s say, well used slave. He is always ready for me. I don’t have to spend much time to prepare him for me.”

Sharû grinned. “You mean, if I fuck him it is to your benefit? That might just be the favourite of my duties.”

Mormirion returned his grin and touched his glass to Sharû’s.

“Here’s to further successful cooperation, Captain.”

Sharû chuckled. “It’s my pleasure, Sir.” And it really was. Not only the thing with the slave.

Mormirion was of one mind with him, concerning the treatment of the slaves. They both thought it was better to keep them in relatively good health so they could work better. Some things had become harder since the King was back, General Artano had more time for the mines now and that wasn’t good. Mormirion seemed to see it that way, too, but Sharû couldn’t say it with certainty, he didn’t talk with him about it. He still was his superior and at the end of the day, the Maiar would stick together. He couldn’t risk to anger him.

But he could have had much worse luck with his superior. What other Maia would have invited an orc to a drink? What other Maia would have shared his favourite slave? Sharû didn’t believe that it was just laziness as Mormirion had said, he could have made different arrangements if he didn’t want the slave around all day and still keep him for himself. He wondered what was the reason, but he didn’t ask. Mormirion clearly didn’t want to tell him.

 

Mablung groaned silently when he saw the overseers waiting for them with scissors in their hands. Like every evening, they’d had to deliver their quota and watch the punishments – almost every day someone was punished – and now they’d have to wait for their meal until their hair was cut.

Mablung gulped. He hated these days. Yes, it was almost impossible to keep his hair clean and not matted – and it was easier for him, because Mormirion let him bathe every time he had him – but this was so degrading, so... objectifying. One of the overseers waved at him and Mablung obeyed without a word, kneeling down beside him. The orc gripped him harder than he’d have needed to, Mablung didn’t intend to fight, but he didn’t complain.

He closed his eyes when the scissors cut through his hair, the sound made him feel queasy – the sick feeling was even worse because his stomach was empty. He winced when the tip of the scissors pricked his skin. The overseers were not careful, they worked quickly and usually he looked like a plucked chicken afterwards – Mormirion wouldn’t like it. At least the blades were sharp, blunt scissors usually meant that more hair was torn out than cut – making the procedure even more painful. He was relieved when the orc let him go and pushed him away so he could reach for the next slave.

 

Sharû stood with a few of his soldiers and watched the hair-cutting of the slaves. On days like this there was often some unrest, many slaves took the cutting needlessly hard. Sharû, who wore his hair as short as possible so it didn’t get in the way, had never really understood it. But when he thought of the boy’s beautiful locks, it really was a shame.

The boy was just kneeling down before one of the overseers, Sharû watched him. He had closed his eyes and made a face as if he were in pain, but he didn’t fight – it would have surprised Sharû if he had. No matter what he did to him, he was always docile. The boy stood up and got in line for his meal. Sharû didn’t leave him out of his sight while he sat on the floor and ate his soup. And as if he’d felt his eyes on him, the boy turned his head and looked at him – only for a moment before he lowered his gaze again. One of his friends sat down beside him and said something. Sharû was too far away to understand them. It didn’t take long for one of the overseers to snap at them and they turned back to their meal.

Sharû waited until they had emptied their bowls, then he passed the command to one of his subordinates and walked to the boy. The boy shivered when he dragged his nails lightly over his scalp.

“Come, elfling”, Sharû murmured and led him to his room. The boy knelt before him when Sharû sat down on the bed. "Has your foot healed, elfling?”, he asked.

“Yes, Master”, he answered softly. “Master Mormirion was so merciful to heal me.”

“Good, good.” Sharû caressed his head again. His freshly cut stubble felt like velvet on his palm. “It would have been a shame to lose you.”

The boy trembled and Sharû berated himself for reminding him what an injury could mean in the mines.

“Relax, elfling, we’ll look after you.”

Mormirion and he wouldn’t let him die. Sharû scanned the boy’s head for cuts. The boy hissed when he dipped a cloth in spirit and dabbed the cut above his ear with it, but he didn’t move. Sharû caressed his cheek and lifted his chin.

“We don’t want it to become infected, hm?”, he said and kissed him slowly, enjoyed how the boy’s lips opened for him.

The boy moaned into his mouth when he traced his spine with his nail. Sharû bowed him over his thigh and the boy made a startled sound. For a moment his muscles tensed, his body’s instinctive reaction, before he relaxed. Sharû pulled his trousers down and slapped his buttocks a few times before caressing the reddened skin. The boy thrust against his thigh furtively and Sharû grinned at himself. He gave him another slap before rubbing his finger over his entrance.

“Hm, should I fuck you right now or first spank you a little more? Decisions, decisions... What do you think, elfling?”

The boy whimpered longingly. “It is your decision, Master, but...”

The boy’s shoulders blushed and Sharû could imagine that his cheeks had blushed, too.

“But? Elfling?”

Sharû pulled him into an upright position to be able to see his adorably embarrassed face. The boy bit his lip.

“But...” He groaned when Sharû closed his fingers around his arousal. “But if you want to know your slave’s wish... I’d like it if you take me right now.” His voice faltered because Sharû stroked him quicker.

“Did Mormirion teach you to talk so stilted, elfling?”

“Yes, Master”, the boy answered. “My Master Mormirion likes it that way.” He gave him a worried glance.

“I’m just a simple orc, elfling.” Sharû continued to stroke his cock and the boy’s eyes closed halfway. “Speak bluntly to me. I’m not angry with you. Now... you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Master”, the boy gasped. “Please, fuck me, Master.”

He whimpered when he let go of him and Sharû grinned.

“That’s better, elfling. Get on the bed”, he said and stood up.

The boy hurried to obey, his ass lifted and his legs spread. Sharû slapped his reddened skin again before he dipped his fingers in oil and slid them inside him. The boy was relaxed and Sharû enjoyed, like he always did, that he didn’t have to use force – he never took it for granted. He kissed the boy’s neck, nibbled at his skin, while he prepared him and the boy stretched his neck so he had better access.

Sharû entered him slowly, enjoying the heat encircling his cock.

“You feel so good, elfling.”

The boy moaned without shame as Sharû thrust into him and pleasure shot through Sharû’s body. It was such a turn on that the boy was aroused, too – and by now the boy wasn’t ashamed about it anymore. Sharû closed his hand around the boy’s cock again and felt him shudder violently, his muscles tensed around him and Sharû moaned with pleasure, thrust harder into that wonderful heat and came shortly after.

The boy came only when Sharû gasped the permission to do so into his ear. He knew that Mormirion demanded that of him - he had found out when the boy had begged for forgiveness a while ago, after he’d come too soon. It didn’t mean anything to him, to exact this kind of control, he cared to much about the boy being aroused at all, but he didn’t want to confuse the boy – and he didn’t want to disturb Mormirion’s plans – and so he stuck by it.

He caressed the boy’s back with long, firm strokes and the boy snuggled into him. Sharû liked the sweat off his skin, he liked the taste and the smell of sex around them. Maybe he’d fuck him again later, but not right now. Sharû had realised that the boy enjoyed to cuddle and he was happy about the total absence of fear such a behaviour proved. This was so much more satisfying than to rape a crying, fighting slave. Sharû caressed the boy's cropped hair gently. He was so glad that Mormirion was ready to share the boy with him.