Never Wanted This
By IcingDeath71
Chapter 4
The sex was inevitable. Aragorn had been escorted by Tamarul back to the Gondorian's own rooms since it was certain that Daged would be spending the remainder of the day interrogating the elf, and Tamarul's self restraint had lasted just long enough to get Aragorn behind closed doors.
To his credit, however, Tamarul was mindful of the lacerations along Aragorn's back and, instead of taking the ranger pressed against the wall as he threatened to do, he allowed the youth to bend over the bed frame, his stomach pressed into the mattress and his torn back exposed to the air. Aragorn, partially delirious, wept openly, his face buried in the bedspread as reflected on Daged's words.
It was true, he though, that after a day of continual abuse he wanted nothing more then to die, especially when Tamarul was claiming him with forceful, violent thrusts designed only to pain him. Tamarul had also trapped both of the ranger's wrists in one hand and had pinned them against his lower back and though they both knew the gesture was unnecessary, Aragorn had no doubt that the sight of the ranger helpless and pinned beneath Tamarul's strong body served only to excite the Gondorian.
It had been a long while since his body, becoming use to the endless abuse, had bled after a rape as it did when Tamarul was finished with him.
Afterwards, in an uncharacteristic display of kindness, the Gondorian cleaned the wounds on Aragorn's back, rinsing away the dried blood with a wet cloth. However kind the gesture may have been, having his back agitated made Aragorn sick with pain, especially when Tamarul was callous and insensitive of the ranger's hurt.
Later that night, when Aragorn returned to Daged's rooms, the hospitality he received at the hand of his master was little better then that which he had received at Tamarul's. For Daged, power and submission had ever been an aphrodisiac and his victory over the elf earlier that day and ensured that his lust was in bountiful supply. Unfortunately for the beaten ranger, it was he who was at the receiving end of Daged's apparently insatiable desire. After experiencing a violent beating and two brutal rapes in one day even Daged could see that Aragorn's broken body, weary with exhaustion, and his defeated soul, damaged beyond repair, had nothing more to offer and so allowed the ranger to succumb to unconsciousness.
Aragorn was unceremoniously awoken later that night by a strategically placed blow across the width of his back. Gasping in pain, the ranger was brutally pulled into nightmarish reality and was instantly assaulted by the overpowering stench of alcohol. He cringed away as far as his wrists, bound to the headboard, would allow, trembling in shock and fear.
Daged laughed softly, and turned, headed across the room away from the frightened ranger. Aragorn watched him, following his master's gaze to the opposite side of the room where the elf knelt. The elf, Aragorn recalled his name was Legolas, was securely bound by heavy manacles that gave him no leeway on both his wrists and his ankles. He was gagged with coarse rope tied at the back of his head, and from the rigid manner with which he held himself, Aragorn could tell that he was both upset and extremely angry.
Daged swayed as he walked, occasionally using one hand to brace himself against the wall; Aragorn recognized immediately that his master was drunk, but not intoxicated enough to be incapacitated. From previous experience, Aragorn knew Daged was an angry and violent drunk, made even more frightening by his lack of judgment under the influence of alcohol. Always in the past, when Aragorn had dealt with a drunk Daged, the result had been the same. His master would become angered and would beat the ranger, and these beatings only ended when Aragorn fell unconscious. Knowing this, Aragorn felt his fear grow, aware that his body would be unable to tolerate another round of abuse.
Daged knelt, swaying uncertainly, before Legolas and though the stench of alcohol must have been overpowering with the Gondorian so close, the only sentiment visible on the elf's proud face was anger. Daged leaned close to Legolas and Aragorn was unable to hear what he told the elf, but when he untied the gag Legolas remained silent, watching the man from out of steely eyes.
Daged returned to the bed on which Aragorn was tied, and in his hand he carried a bottle of extremely potent ale. The ranger watched warily as his master approached and was forced to bite his lip to stifle his cry of pain when Daged roughly twisted his body so he lay on his back, his wrists now crossed above his head.
Daged climbed onto the bed and straddled Aragorn's waist. The ranger watched him out of frightened eyes, tugging at the bindings around his wrists. With his free hand Daged pinched Aragorn's nose and then tipped the bottle of ale into his mouth, jamming the neck of the bottle against the roof of the ranger's mouth. Caught between swallowing the alcohol or choking, Aragorn began to drink.
The ale filled his mouth and Aragorn swallowed quickly as streams of the alcohol spilled past his lips and over his chin. Daged watched, his eyes unemotional, as the ranger's throat worked to accommodate the ale, the level in the bottle getting gradually lower. Slowly, Aragorn's face began to redden from lack of oxygen and he struggled briefly, pulling at his bound wrists. When Daged withdrew the bottle the ranger gasped thankfully, pulling air into his lungs.
His master allowed him only a brief repose before pushing the bottle back between the ranger's teeth and tipping more of the ale down Aragorn's throat. Again, the ranger was forced to drink. Aragorn swallowed the alcohol, still uncertain of Daged's intentions, his eyes closed and his head tipped backwards.
Daged continued pouring the ale until the bottle was empty. He moved off the bed, depositing the bottle by the wall, and allowed the ranger a few minutes of solitude as the alcohol began to set in.
Aragorn had never drunk so much, and had never consumed any amount of alcohol at such a speed. He lay still, his eyes closed, and waited. Gradually, the searing pain in his back began to relent and his limbs grew heavy. When he opened his eyes, his vision swam and he moaned quietly as the light assaulted his eyes.
Daged approached and with surprising speed unbound the ranger's wrists, then pulled the youth to his feet.
Aragorn gasped, leaning heavily against Daged, as the entire room spun. He swayed, nearly toppling over, and his master held him upright until the room settled into place and the nausea retreated. Daged gave Aragorn a small push in the direction of the elf and Aragorn, doubting whether he could even get his limbs to respond, began to stumble over to where Legolas knelt.
Aragorn dropped heavily to his knees before the elf, numb to the pain. He was unable to focus on the elf's face and therefore dropped his gaze to the ground, bracing his open palms against the floor as he swayed heavily, his balance having diminished considerably.
'Make him more comfortable,' Daged said, and though Aragorn could recognize his master's voice, it took him a moment of intense concentration to make sense of the words. He glanced back over his shoulder, unsure of how to interpret the order, and instantly regretted doing so as the room began to spin anew.
It did not mean, he decided, to remove the elf's restraints, however uncomfortable they appeared to be. Instead, he determined that the order carried with it a sexual connotation, as Daged's commands often did. He hesitated for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed, and then reached for the ties on Legolas' leggings, though he doubted he would be able to unknot them.
'You don't have to do this,' Legolas whispered in elvish and the ranger paused.
'Yes, I do,' he replied, his words slurred, and his eyes flickered over to Daged, who was standing off to the side, content for now merely to watch. His fingers fumbled over the ties, tugging uselessly at them.
Legolas fell silent, though he continued to watch Aragorn's ineffective attempts until at last, after what felt to Aragorn like countless tries, the ties on the elf's leggings loosened and the ranger was able to unknot them.
Daged decided upon becoming involved then, and moved behind Aragorn, dropping to his knees. The ranger paused in apprehension as Daged's hands began to caress his sides and his master's warm breath misted against the back of his neck.
'Aren't you overheating, Aragorn?' the Gondorian whispered in the ranger's ear. The youth nodded, for he had noticed that the room's temperature had mysteriously doubled in the past couple of minutes, and then stripped off his tunic. With the garment pulled over his head, whatever sense of balance he may of had vanished entirely and he toppled backwards into Daged, giggling drunkenly as his master helped pull the tunic off. Daged's following command was not verbal, but Aragorn had little problem interpreting the hand in his hair that pushed his head down towards Legolas' groin. He complied obediently, dropping his head to mouth the fabric of his leggings, and the elf shivered in either hopelessness or disgust.
The rest of the night passed as a drunken blur with the few vague moments the ranger could recall being hazy and disoriented at best. He knew that, eventually, he'd passed out on the floor for it was on the cold stone that he awoke the next morning with a head splitting hangover and his body aflame with agony.