5. All Is Stone
Chapter Five – All Is Stone
Boromir felt himself being shaken and tried to ward off the assault. He could hardly breathe for the fire in his lungs. He was pulled to a standing position, but his legs gave way and whatever or whoever held him soon discovered that Boromir of Gondor was not a light man. He felt himself falling but could do naught to stop. His face hit the ground.
He was dragged. Over rocks and dirt and grass and Eru only knew what. He was sure some of what he was dragged through was dung for the stench made him wretch. His broken ribs screamed. He tried to tuck into himself, but the creature that pulled him would not allow it. Finally, comprehension struck. Two were dragging his arms while two pulled on his legs.
Though he tried to kick at his captors with every ounce of strength left to him, his legs would not respond. He could not get free. He calmed himself and waited for this journey to end, hoping he would discover their purpose in holding him, pummeling him. It made no sense.
Before he knew what was happening, he was thrown down and kicked again. When he opened his swollen eyes, he had to blink to see. He was in a cave - and surrounded. He had heard stories of poisonings, murder, cannibalism. He shuddered and kept his head low. But the Drúin would have none of it. He was pulled up and made to stand, two holding him on either side. One, he thought it might be their leader, cupped his face, its nails digging into his cheeks, and forced Boromir to look into red eyes. To his shame, he shivered.
"We eats Horse Soldiers. Now try Stone Man."
Boromir looked wildly about, trying to find a way to escape. The Dru's hand tightened; the fingers drew blood.
"We take you first, then eat you."
Two pulled out knives, cut his tunic, and pulled it off. They then sliced through his leggings, ripping the shards from his body. His mail tore at his chest and then his face as it was drawn over his head. His shirt followed and then his braies.
Boromir stood naked, still supported by the others. They leered and Boromir, for the life of him, could not control his body. It shook. They forced him onto his knees. The leader clenched Boromir's cheeks so tight that the young Tirithian's mouth opened and was immediately filled by a hideous tasting cock. Boromir tried to move, to bite down on it, but the hand held him fast. He had heard someone telling of how it felt to have your mouth raped. He had never understood. It ended quickly. Semen spurted into his mouth, drowning him. He tried to spit it out, but was rewarded by another slap to the side of his head. His ears rang.
"Taste good, no? You like?" The creature laughed.
Boromir's head lolled to the side. Another of the beasts held his cheeks and thrust his tongue in. Boromir screamed around the protrusion, but then gasped in pain as his balls were squeezed tightly. He saw stars. The pain – worse than anything he ever imagined – forced his mouth open wider and another cock found its way in. Nothing he could do would stop the assault. The pressure and pain on his cheeks from the massive hand kept his mouth open. He groaned.
"You hard like stone. You have stone cock, Stone Man?" More laughter, this time joined by others. "Look! Water from Stone!" The creature wiped the tears from Boromir's face and licked them, then licked the Gondorian's face.
A/N – Drúin (plural) Dru (singular) - Sindarin for the native Drughu.
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