Non-con November Fics by Elios  

Day 6 - Chains

The chains were digging into his wrists, but Melkor still flexed his muscles, trying to break them. It was to no avail. They were made strong enough to hold the strongest of the Valar, so the only thing he could do was scowl up at Tulkas who was still pacing in front of him, visibly riled up by the leftover adrenaline of their fight.

Most of the others had cleared out of the Hall by now, so it was just the two of them. So far, the Wrestler had remained deaf to any manipulative words Melkor had for him. He seemed mostly focused on himself.

"Having trouble coping with the adrenaline?" Melkor teased, still testing the chains. His own heart was still pounding as well, but he was much better at hiding it than the brute in front of him.

Tulkas' eyes snapped to him and there was something in them that made Melkor freeze. "I can deal with it just fine. I just need an outlet." A wide grin spread over his face as he stomped towards Melkor, looming over his bound form.

An outlet? Is he going to beat me up even more? Melkor thought, frowning up at the other Vala. He expected a punch to the face or a kick to the stomach - he didn't expect to have his pants plled off of him.

"Hey, wait-"

But it was too late. Words would not help him with Tulkas and his might failed him. He tried to struggle, but the chains held firm, keeping him trapped and at the Wrestler's mercy.

Soon, his thighs were spread wide to accommodate Tulkas' large body between them. Tulkas spat on Melkor's exposed hole and roughly nudged the first finger inside, then one more and another still.

The stretch burned, but was not nearly as searing as the humiliation. He had no words and was rendered mute as his body was roughly prepared to received the other Vala's cock.

Melkor stared at the large bulge in Tulkas' pants with wide eyes. At least they were alone, so no one could witness this humiliation.

He screamed when the large appendage began to breach him and Tulkas was not a gentle lover. Melkor could only endure and bite his tongue as his body was invaded time and time again. His face was red with rage and indignity, but the rustling sound of chains served as an ever present reminder that he held no power here...