Ship All The Ships

Celebrimbor was a new instrument, and Annatar intended to learn how to play him like a virtuoso.

Annatar had already chained Celebrimbor, locking his wrists together securely behind his back. Several shallow cuts adorned his beautiful body, some of them still trickling deep red blood onto his skin. Annatar had wielded the knife with precision and skill, tracing the designs of his mind’s eye. When Annatar played that note, Celebrimbor produced a whine through gritted teeth.

For the next piece of his music, Annatar had bound a strip of thick material securely over Celebrimbor’s mouth, to see what melodious sounds he could make through the barrier. Annatar sat comfortably on his throne and dragged Celebrimbor onto his lap. Celebrimbor struggled, but in his weakened state Annatar could easily manipulate his instrument however he wanted. He positioned Celebrimbor facing outward, with Celebrimbor’s back to Annatar’s chest.

Annatar hooked his legs under and around Celebrimbor’s ankles and pulled them wide, exposing him fully. Celebrimbor shivered and twisted but Annatar held him firmly with an arm around his chest and began to play.

Fingernails raked down his instrument’s chest brought forth a low groan. The pink furrows dug into his skin looked perfect next to streaks of coppery blood. Celebrimbor was breathing hard through the gag.

Licking along the sensitive outer shell of Celebrimbor’s ear produced a breathy moan. His instrument’s neck arched beautifully as Celebrimbor tilted his head back and away from Annatar’s face. The stretched tendons beckoned Annatar.

A sharp bite to the side of Celebrimbor’s neck caused a sharp yelp and renewed struggle. Annatar felt his teeth break skin. He licked over the wound as he held Celebrimbor in a secure restraint.

When he pinched the tender skin of his instrument’s inner thighs, he heard a chorus of whimpers. Celebrimbor twisted and writhed. Annatar played this note again, and again, and again, until Celebrimbor’s skin was reddened and warm.

Annatar ran a possessive hand over Celebrimbor’s naked body, surveying the results of his symphony. His hand crept up to wrap around Celebrimbor’s bitten neck. Annatar exerted only the lightest pressure, but Celebrimbor produced such gorgeous music. He arched his back and bucked his hips, whining into the gag. Annatar held him close and whispered into his ear.