#Feanor is going for classical conditioning so that Nolo will associate Feanor's pleasure with his own

[fuckingfinwions]

Anon asked: Either Harem!Feanor and Nolo with Nolo dragging himself to finwe afterwards and being rebuffed, or Harem! Feanor and Gil-Galad with special guest Fingon

(I accidentally deleted the ask, but this is for “First time” in Season of Kink)

The ceremony ended with Nolofinwe kneeling before Feanor, their hands clasped to symbolize the connection they would have from this day forward, and the total obedience Nolofinwe would show his brother.

Feanor pulled Nolofinwe to his feet using their clasped hands. “Come along, we’re going to my room.”

Nolofinwe followed. He had better get in the habit now, if this was to be his life. And honestly, he was glad to get away from the audience. Finwe had kept the ceremony small for privacy, but still the - abdication? subjugation? enslavement? Nolofinwe knew not what to call it  - was a matter of state, and there were a dozen leaders of various guilds to witness it. Not to mention Nolofinwe’s younger siblings, who seemed a mix of confused and terrified. Nolofinwe had tried to put on a brave face, but he had no idea what to expect next.

As soon as the door to Feanor’s bedroom closed behind them, Feanor let go of Nolofinwe’s hand. Nolofinwe stood still, so he didn’t look like he was disobeying at the outset. He circled Nolofinwe once, looking him over. Then Feanor leaned in and unbuttoned the collar of Nolfoinwe’s robe.

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing you.” Feanor kept working on the buttons, his hands rubbing against Nolofinwe’s chest.

“I can see that, but why?”

“As of an hour ago, you belong to me. I’d like to see my new property in detail.”

Nolofinwe blushed, but he knew he had no right to keep his body private from Feanor. “Do you want me to do anything? Perhaps get the buttons from the bottom up, or...”

“Both of us reaching for the same thing will just get in each other’s way; I’ll show you how to usefully assist me some other time. For now, just stand still.”

Nolofinwe did so, as Feanor took off his robe, then his under tunic and leggings. Feanor directed him brusquely, to move his arm or head so Feanor could remove a sleeve.

When Feanor pulled off Nolofinwe’s undergarments, Nolofinwe covered his crotch with his hands.

Feanor said “Hands at your side so I can see you properly,” and Nolofinwe did so.

Feanor circled Nolofinwe again, brushing his hair out the way to see his back better, and grasping his thigh and arm to check the muscle tone. Nolofinwe felt like a prize stallion for sale, and resisted the urge to open his mouth for Feanor to inspect his teeth.

When Feanor returned to standing in front of Nolofinwe, he nodded in approval. “Good. Now masturbate, I want to see what you look like with your cock hard.”

“But - that’s private! And how can what my cock is like possibly matter?”

“It’s important because I say it is.”

“We’re brothers!”

“No. We never were brothers, and starting today I own you. Have you touched yourself before, or will I have to demonstrate?”

“I’ve touched myself before, I’m not that naive. But never in front of someone.”

“You can close your eyes if you wish, it makes no difference to me. But if you don’t start stroking your cock now, I’m going to whip you for disobeying, and I’d rather not do so on your first day.”

Nolofinwe could not think of another argument, and didn’t want Feanor to think he was stalling. So he closed his eyes and moved his hand down. He did his best not to think of where he was, but instead focused on the sensation and on fantasies. There was a very beautiful woman who lived outside Tirion and attended court rarely - he’d never learned her name, in the past few years it had seemed a waste to try. He thought of her touching his cock, her whispering in his ear that he was so handsome, asking him to touch her breasts. Nolofinwe’s cock stiffened and he lost himself in the fantasy, able to mostly forget that anyone else was in the room.

Nolofinwe’s eyes flew open at someone grabbing his wrist. Feanor pulled his hand back, so that Nolofinwe’s cock jutted out untended and unhidden.

“You’ve got a large cock, that creates some fun possibilities.”

“Feanor please, not while I’m-”

Feanor reached in and tweaked one of Nolofinwe’s nipples. “I’ll touch you when I like, and today is a good time to get used to it. I don’t have to touch your cock now, but I will eventually, and every other part of you.”

“But I don’t want to-”

“No? You’ll learn to want what I tell you to."

“Surely this isn’t what was meant. I’m sure I could do something else for you rather than... be touched.”

“What? You’re not stupid, but I’m far smarter than you. I already have servants to clean my rooms and cook my meals. The only thing I don’t have is someone to fuck whenever I want.”

“But - you’re married! Surely your wife can attend to your needs, and would object to you taking another lover.”

“Nerdanel agrees with me that mutual commitment and love are what makes a marriage, not specific actions. She's gone with the baby to visit her father for a few days, so I can get used to you without you being so nervous, not that it seems to have worked.” Feanor scraped his nails down Nolofinwe’s back. “And there are acts you don’t ask someone you love to do, and we’ll get to those eventually as well.”

Nolofinwe shuddered.

“But for today, we can do something simple. Masturbate again, your limp prick is completely unappealing to look at.”

Nolofinwe did so, though he could not relax as he had before. He did not dare close his eyes, and every fantasy he tried to bring up shattered like glass when Feanor moved at all. Still, his cock responded to the his hand readily enough.

Feanor took off his own robe, and unlaced his pants. His cock was similar in size to Nolofinwe’s, and Feanor seemed to be having no trouble staying hard.

“You said no one had watched you masturbate before. Have you ever watched another? Ever touched another man’s cock? Or a woman’s cunt?”

Nolofinwe shook his head at each question.

“Kneel down, then. You’re going to jerk me off the way you do your own cock. But the tip of my prick will be between your lips, and your sharp little tongue can do something more useful than arguing.”

Nolofinwe knelt. He reached out with one hand, and brought Feanor’s cock to his mouth.

In truth, Nolofinwe had little idea what to do with his lips and tongue. He simply let Feanor’s cockhead rest in his open mouth, and devoted his efforts instead to stroking along Feanor’s shaft.

Feanor moaned in pleasure. He placed one hand in Nolofinwe’s hair, petting it and occasionally twisting in the braids.

As Feanor approached his peak, he said, “Use your tongue, damn it! Lick me!”

Nolofinwe did so, the small divot of Feanor’s slit seeming magnified under his sensitive tongue.

Feanor moaned, and came.

Nolofinwe coughed and spat, but the salty taste of Feanor’s come lingered.

“That was good for your first time. Stand up and start stroking your cock again.”

Nolofinwe did so. Though he could not escape the present moment, the sensation was pleasant, made slick and smooth by Feanor’s semen on his hand.

Feanor drew Nolofinwe’s head down and kissed him. “Your lips taste delicious covered in my seed.”

It was Nolofinwe’s first kiss.

He came a few seconds after.

___

As soon as Feanor went to sleep that night, Nolofinwe slipped out the door.

He walked through the winding corridors of the palace until he reached his father’s private study. Luckily, Finwe must be working late, as the light was still on.

Nolofinwe knocked, and opened the door when his father said come in.

“Nolofinwe! I didn’t expect to see you today, did Feanor send you with a message?”

“No. Feanor didn’t send me.”

“I admit I didn’t expect him to permit you to wander the palace, but I suppose there’s nothing wrong with it, and I still enjoy talking with you.”

“Feanor doesn’t know I’m here. I have to get away from him, please.”

Finwe frowned. “Nolofinwe dear, don’t be foolish. You are bound to Feanor now.”

“I don’t want to be! He is terrible, and cruel, and I cannot stay there.”

“Nolofinwe, it’s only been one day! I know it is a big change, but you will get used to it in time.”

“He forced me to have sex! He stripped me, and ordered me to touch my cock and his. He said he would beat me if I did not.”

“And did Feanor beat you?”

“No, because I was too scared to disobey him.”

“Then it sounds like you know what to do in order to stay with Feanor safely.”

“Father! You can’t be serious?”

“I am very serious. Your life and body are pledged to Feanor’s service, and how he uses them are no longer my business.”

“But - please, I didn’t want this Father. Don’t make me go back.”

“Regardless of whether you wanted it, it is your role. And I understand that you are upset, but please never give me such detail about your sexual habits again; there a some things a father doesn’t wish to know about his children.”

“Will you do nothing for me?”

“One of the guards to escort you back to Feanor’s room. The guard will tell Feanor that I wished to speak with you, and that is why you left his side. Now, is there any other matter you wished to consult me on?”

“No, father.”