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claudia603Title: Bree Games 12/?
Author: Claudia
Pairing: F/A, F/Vik, F/everyone else
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo goes to Bree to look for Bilbo after he leaves. There are some roads Frodo should never have taken…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: More fluff… This is probably my ultimate in Frodo filth. Prostitution, graphic sex, other crimes to Tolkien, mpreg? Heh. Not yet, but I’m open to it. I mean, I’m RILLY going to Tolkien Hell for this one.
Warning: violence!! (sorry, beruscats!! :-) It does get better from here for poor Frodo!)
Bree Games 12
Butterbur grabbed Frodo’s arm and steered him into the Common Room. “I’m not going to say anything to you, Mr. Baggins,” he said roughly. “Not now. Because I have another customer for you. I told him you were busy earlier, remembering how he bruised up your face before, but you’re no longer busy, are you?”
Frodo let out a sharp gasp when Butterbur stopped him in front of the man who had been so violent to him. “No.” He looked up at Butterbur, his eyes filled with pleading. “Please, Butterbur. I’ve already made you 5 coins this evening.”
“Here you go, Will. He’s yours for the rest of the night.”
Will—Frodo had never found out his name the last time-- chuckled and handed Butterbur a coin. He then dug cruel fingers into Frodo’s shoulder and led him out of the Common Room.
Up in the abandoned room Will had found, the Man knelt in front of Frodo. “Got something for me, Halfling?”
“What…what do you…what do you mean?” Frodo asked in a small voice, barely able to take in breath. He was trembling all over, partially from cold, but mostly from fear. This was the Man who had threatened to beat him if he couldn’t get hard for him, and Frodo felt far from aroused.
Will slapped his face hard. Frodo held his cheek, tears stinging his eyes. Butterbur had gone beyond cruel. He would not allow Vik to buy his freedom, and now he had sent him with someone he knew to be violent, someone he knew would hurt Frodo. If Butterbur wanted to make more money off of him, then it made no sense to allow him to get beat up and bruised again.
“It doesn’t matter what you do,” Frodo said dully. “Just take me if that is what you want.”
The Man grabbed Frodo’s shoulder and threw him to the ground so that he landed on his back and hit his head against the wood floor. Will dropped to his knees, hovering over the hobbit, and squeezed his chin with one meaty hand. The other hand slipped inside Frodo’s breeches and curled around his flaccid member. “You better be getting hard for me, you little rat!”
Frodo squeezed his eyes shut. There was no way he could get hard for this Man. When he had been with Kelin and Bill, he had imagined being with Vik, but now Vik hated him. His heart cramped at that last thought.
“Last time I didn’t want to bang you, but this time I think I might.”
“Please…” Frodo said, blinking rapidly. “Please be merciful…” He didn’t know why he was bothering. Will’s eyes were cruel, like he imagined the orcs from Bilbo’s tales, and he clearly thrived on preying on Frodo’s weakness.
“Shut up.” Will slapped him hard again.
Frodo desperately thought about anything else that might help to arouse him, and he was surprised when his thoughts turned to the piercing gray eyes in the corner of the Prancing Pony and the strong hands that had caught him when he had nearly fallen on his face. The mysterious ranger would no doubt be intriguing in bed, a little untamed, dangerous. Frodo pictured sure hands, calloused from the wilderness and wielding a sword, roving his body, curling around his shaft. Slowly he began to harden.
“There we go,” Will said, panting. “That’s better.”
Frodo blocked out Will’s voice as he felt his breeches pulled down. Instead he heard the low, sultry voice of the ranger whisper as he nibbled on Frodo’s pointy ear. Gentle licks over his chest, circling his hardening nipples—
Frodo cried out and his eyes flew open. Will had bit his nipple hard, drawing blood. His arousal immediately deflated, and he flung his hands at Will’s face in the fury of pain. He made contact, heard the crack his hand made against Will’s nose, and it gave him only a moment of satisfaction before Will flushed with rage.
“All right, you little Shire rat.”
The blows hailed on Frodo from every direction. He could not distinguish between fist and boot—they seemed equally unyielding. He could not even cry out, as every strike knocked the breath from him. With a final stomp on his tender belly, Will said, “I want to, but I ain’t gonna kill you ‘cause old Butterbur will find a way to get me in jail. I can tell you this, though, halfling. This felt tons better than banging you. Tons better. Look, I’m hard as can be.”
Frodo tried to take in breath, but it hurt so much. His face felt numb, though Will had only hit him there a few times. He faded in and out of consciousness, and he didn’t hear when Will left him. He continued to lie on the dusty wood floor, his breeches around his knees, his fancy silk shirt splattered with blood.
When he thought about Vik, a hot fury spread over his sore chest. Because of him, this had happened. Because Vik had been too cowardly to just take Frodo and flee the inn and then he had been too dense to see through Butterbur’s manipulation. If Vik was truly taken by him, then he would never have left him behind.
Frodo’s stomach rolled until he gagged and vomited on the floor. The act sent sheets of pain over his battered abdomen, filling his eyes with tears.
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Date: 2003-05-16 06:32 am (UTC)I feel just horrible for him... lying on the floor bleeding on his new shirt, poor doll. I guess it's nearing the perfect time for those grey eyes he's picturing to show up (eeee---*loved* that part) even though I know Strider is going to be rather... stern and unwavering. Pant, pant, pant...
I hope Butterbur eventually gets his, I really do. But first... I *must* have another chapter, because this is killing me!
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Date: 2003-05-16 07:08 am (UTC)i apparently have a very very dirty mind and am enjoying these immensely plus the mentions of a certain ranger in the corner *fans self at the thought of what she hopes is coming*
looking forward to more... and i promise i won't take so long to comment on the rest *g*
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Date: 2003-05-16 11:03 am (UTC)Oh, and I must have the filthiest of minds to have even concocted this, lol!
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Date: 2003-05-16 10:32 am (UTC)You initiated my idea for "Quarantined", and now I may have to hold you responsible for all the TLC in "By Chance or Purpose" as well. Gosh, Claudia, this is too heartbreaking. I have to go write something cuddly for Frodo right this second.
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