A Sense Of Illusion
Written by NoWayHome
E-mail: no_way_home@hotmail.co.uk
Pairing: Boromir and Frodo.
Rating and Warning: NC17 (contains aspects of BDSM, sexual contact and very 
mild violence).
Summary: Boromir leads a secret life in which he dominates Frodo (if only for one 
night) under the guise of helping to ‘prepare and release’ Frodo from the upcoming 
pressure he will face in trying to destroy the ring.
Disclaimer: I do not own or have anything to do with Tolkien, this is simply in 
honour of his work.
Author’s Note: This is my first real attempt at slash fiction writing so feedback is 
especially appreciated (as it always will be) although it’s not essential.  Constructive 
criticism welcomed (as it’s of benefit to me in the long run).

Prologue
“Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy 
pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes 
collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.” (Sigmund 
Freud).

      A sense of duty compelled Boromir to make himself present at the Council of 
Elrond. Due to the fact Boromir was adored by many, the future steward of Gondor 
was obliged to conduct himself always in an appropriate manner, which for Boromir 
was not always the preferred option. A hero, a leader and a man of honour, Boromir 
was the man all the women of the kingdom adored. When they lay besides their 
husbands in their cold, hard, loveless beds at night they fantasised of only Boromir. In 
response, the men of the kingdom respected both his unspoken power over the women 
and the sheer skill of his fighting ability. In their minds Boromir was the ultimate 
alpha-male. The man they all wish they could have been.

      Boromir himself was aware of the awe the people of Gondor had for him but 
he was under no illusions to the tastes he held under the shroud of secrecy. 
      
      
      
Chapter One
      The council of Elrond was getting heated, so many people, so many alpha 
males all with their own vision of how to be rid of the ring. With Boromir’s 
suggestion discarded like sour milk the only thing keeping him in the meeting was his 
sense of duty to his father and his future people. That is until something, or rather 
someone sparked his interest.

      “I WILL TAKE IT!” Frodo cries. “I will take the ring to Mordor,” his voice 
now softening. "Though…" Frodo said, solemnly, "…I do not know the way."

      Boromir looked at the boy from whom these words came. He had a slight 
build with the most angelic face he had ever seen. The boy almost looked ‘pure’. 
“All the more fun to corrupt” he thought to himself. Following that thought for what 
seemed like an eternity but in reality was only a few seconds Boromir slipped into a 
fantasy…

      “What does my master wish of me?” Frodo tentatively asks a composed 
looking Boromir.
      “You are such a keen boy, you please your master greatly. To please your 
master more you would now turn and face the wall, then you would remove both your 
trousers and undergarments and place your hands flat on the wall in front of you.” he 
looks deeply into Frodo’s eyes while running his fingers through his hair. 
      
      Frodo then does as requested. Boromir watches Frodo expose his soft cheeks 
and sweetly places his hands on the wall and a sinister smile creeps over his face. He 
then reaches into a long hand crafted wooden box with large brass buckles and 
produces a sturdy looking leather flogger. It has handle made of smoothly bound 
leather no longer than the handle on his sword. The 100 or so tassels hanging from 
the thick handle are also made of leather but much coarser that the material on the 
handle. What makes this flogger exquisite is that on many of the tassel ends there are 
small wooden beads expertly sown onto the material. The purpose of the beads is not 
so much to enhance the look of the flogger but to enhance the pain felt by the 
submissive it’s used on. 

      Boromir steps towards Frodo, leans over shoulder and whispers gently into 
his ear “I want you to contain any screams of pain or indeed pleasure I’m about to 
inflict on you, Do you understand?”
      Frodo shyly replies, “Yes Master, I understand.”

       Boromir feels his groin stir in response to his thoughts and so quickly goes 
back to focusing on the matter at hand…the ring and the alpha males discussing it, 
anything to keep control of the blood rushing it’s way to his cock.

      Many hours later the meeting drew to a close and it was decided that the 
journey of the nine members of this purposefully built fellowship would begin at 
sunrise the following day.

      
Chapter Two
      Late that evening Frodo roamed Rivendell alone trying to gather his thoughts 
and put his mind at ease. In a particularly quiet corridor in Elrond’s magnificent home 
Frodo unexpectedly bumped into Boromir. As Frodo is about to speak Boromir cuts 
in.

 	“Do you realise the burden of that which you are about to undertake Frodo?” 
Boromir asks, then before waiting for a response adds “That burden WILL tighten 
around your neck like a noose until you either give in to the force or someone 
provides you with a platform from which you can free yourself.” 
      “So you are saying that I can’t do this alone? But I knew that already,” Frodo 
admits. “Besides with the guidance of a wizard and the good hearts of those around 
me I’m sure to have the best possible chance.”
      “While I don’t doubt this to be true this is your last chance to be free for some 
time, for when we set off in a few hours time the noose will be firmly secured.”
      
      Frodo considers Boromir’s words and can’t help but feel overwhelmed by 
them. He can also feel the heat coming from Boromir’s body while he stood so close 
to him. Unconsciously Frodo takes a step backwards. What was happening? Frodo felt 
partly intimidated by Boromir’s presence and partly aroused. It was an unusual 
sensation for a boy whom up to this point led a simple life, the kind of life where even 
a simple goodnight kiss was enough to send the blood pumping through his veins. 
Frodo’s mind momentarily drifts…
      
      Boromir bends Frodo over his manly knees and spanks his bare cheeks with 
great force. As the pain increases and his cheeks get redder and tenderer Frodo calls 
out for it to stop. 
      
      Suddenly Frodo remembers where he’s stood and becomes acutely aware of 
his hardness. 

	“Let me release you Frodo…let me release both your body and mind now in 
preparation for the burden that you will carry” Boromir coaxes, then his voice drops 
to a whisper. “You can’t deny that my presence stirs something in you…join me in 
my room and I will free your mind for the first and last time before your life changes 
forever.” 
	“No…I don’t…I…I… can’t. It’s wrong. I don’t like this kind of thing,” Frodo 
stutters nervously.
	
      Boromir’s eyes trace Frodo’s body and brush gently over the tightening in his 
trousers “Your body appears to betray your words”, Boromir stands back from Frodo 
so that the cool night air blows between them. “Join me when you’re ready, and 
Frodo…don’t disappoint me” he warns as he slowly makes his way to his room.

      Boromir is sat on the edge of the bed when Frodo enters the room. Frodo has 
the grace of an angel and his every move is as light as a feather. He is soon knelt at 
Boromir’s feet.
      
      “Frodo, for the next couple of hours I make all the decisions. I make decisions 
for me and for you. The reason behind my choices shall never be know to you, 
however, I do want to free your mind from the angst of making choices. Therefore 
you do as I say and do everything I say…I’m going to take you on a journey. You can 
start by calling me as Master.”
       
      For a few moments the silence lingers in the air like a black cloud. Lingering 
until the decision is made to speak.
      
      “What is your wish Master?”
      “I wish you to remove the clothing from your body and stand before me as 
God intended,” Frodo freezes momentarily until Boromir offers words of 
encouragement. “I’m not here to judge you Frodo, only to guide you and give you 
what you truly desire.” 	
      
      Frodo slowly removes his cloak and shirt revealing pale skin that looks as if it 
has never seen the glorious sunlight available so freely in the Shire. By this point 
Boromir is breathing heavily and his eyes are devouring every contour of Frodo’s 
youthful body. After an anxious few minutes the only things Frodo is left wearing is a 
pair of crisp white cotton undergarments and an incredibly apprehensive look on his 
face. 
      “Why have you stopped?”
      “I know not what will happen to me once I am laid bare before you,” Frodo 
explains in a gentle voice.
       “You must trust me Frodo, for this to work you must give me your body”
      “And what of my mind?” 
      “You give me your body and I will take your mind. At least for the next few 
hours until you are ready to be you again and pick up that burden you must carry for 
the sake of us all.”
      
      Frodo removes the last of his clothes and feels the air wrap around his naked 
body like a blanket.
      
       “Lie yourself face down across my thighs and remember to only speak when 
spoken to.” 
      
      Frodo crawls into position and Boromir (keeping his leather glove on) begins 
to gently stroke Frodo’s soft, white cheeks. Boromir is gentle at first striking them 
smoothly and with perfect rhythm, he then begins to squeeze and pull the cheeks so 
much so that Frodo begins to groan in discomfort. Boromir then removes the glove 
from his right hand and sharply smacks Frodo across his delicate cheeks. Frodo feels 
the strike and the lingering after tingle until Boromir strikes him again and the pain 
sears through his buttocks and lower back. Frodo’s cheeks are now red raw and 
Boromir’s own hand stings from the repetition of the strikes. Eventually Boromir 
returns to gently stroking Frodo in an almost loving way and the pain Frodo felt is 
replaced by relief and desire. 
      “How do you feel?” 
      “Light headed and fragile.” Frodo quickly responds.
      “And what do you say to me for making you feel that way?”
      “Thank-You Master.”
      “Good Boy. Now lie on the centre of the bed.”
      
      Frodo clumsily got into position. He felt weak from the spanking. Once in the 
requested position Boromir insisted that Frodo close his eyes. Boromir then lifted a 
shard of ice from his cup positioned on the exquisitely carved oak end table. He stood 
at the side of the bed admiring Frodo’s courage.
      
      As the ice touched Frodo’s shoulder he let out a gasp. Boromir slowly trailed 
the ice from the shoulder to the chest and then circling the nipples. Frodo purposefully 
bit his bottom lip in order to stifle his moans. His nipples were now hard from the 
cold and he felt Boromir’s hand on his stomach, which had become incredibly tense. 
The ice was now melting fast so Boromir quickly placed the remains of the ice in 
Frodo’s belly button at which point his body began to tremble so Boromir wrapped 
the bed covers around him.
      
      Boromir then stood up leaving Frodo cocooned in the blanket; he went over to 
where his cloak hung and took from the left pocket a delicate silver item. It looked 
like a cutting tool of some sort yet rather than having a blade it had a small wheel on 
the end and along the edge of the wheel were tiny spikes. 
      
      “Do you know what this is?” asked Boromir holding the item up.
      “No Master, I do not,” he said as he looked at the item. To Frodo it looked 
something like a modified spur.
      “This is a ‘pin wheel’ It is used to inflict acute points of pleasure and pain but 
do not be scared of it’s appearance, it is not used to draw blood. The sensation this toy 
gives varies from person to person but since you are not familiar with the item I am 
sure this will be a very intense experience for you.”
      
      On that note Boromir runs the pin wheel down Frodo’s thigh and he yelps with 
discomfort. As the pin wheel is trailed across his abdomen and down the other thigh 
Frodo tries desperately to block the sensation as it’s so extreme. Frodo squirms on the 
bed but does not want to disappoint his master so he tries to remain as still as possible. 
Boromir’s vehement character causes him to get lost in the moment until Frodo cries 
out and the activity is called to a halt.
       
      Frodo now feels alive as his blood courses through his veins. His heart is 
pounding against his chest and suddenly without thinking he suddenly speaks.
      
      “I beg you…let me pleasure you, I want nothing more but to taste you,” Frodo 
pleads.
      
      Boromir is taken aback by Frodo’s request. “Foolish boy, I told you I make the 
decisions not you,”  Boromir raises his right arm and strikes Frodo across the face 
hard enough to stop him from speaking but not hard enough to damage his beautiful 
face. “However, since you’re so keen to please your master I would be the foolish one 
to refuse,” he added. “Kneel on the floor.”
	Frodo, still shocked from the hit, repositions himself on the floor and Boromir 
steps forward and releases his already hard cock from the trousers containing it. His 
cock is long and thick with a perfect pink head. Frodo can feel his own cock stiffen 
with anticipation. Boromir reaches over and grabs a handful of Frodo’s tousled hair 
and firmly guides his pretty pink lips to his own throbbing cock. As Boromir guides 
Frodo’s mouth along his length he realises how much he missed this feeling. So long 
has he tried to live the illusion thrust upon him but the people of Gondor that now his 
own fantasy was becoming reality his excitement was building too quickly. Frodo was 
so good at giving pleasure; he teased his tongue around the head getting it all warm 
and wet. Boromir growled with excitement and forced his entire cock back into 
Frodo’s mouth, right to the base and on hearing Frodo choke on his big, thick, hard 
cock he couldn’t hold on any longer and he exploded right there and then, not giving 
him a choice on whether or not to swallow. Boromir removed his cock and watched 
his juices leak from Frodo’s pretty mouth, dripping onto his boyish chest. Frodo then 
wiped his lips clean with the back of his hand.
 
	“Thank You Master.”
	“Good boy” Boromir replied breathlessly “You are now excused from my 
presence. Goodnight.”
	Frodo simply smiled at Boromir as he turned away.
Epilogue
      Frodo collected his clothes and left the room that night feeling utterly abused. 
In the last two hours he was made to feel fear, worthlessness, desire, pain, care and 
even love. Understandably Frodo was a mess of feelings yet he had never before 
experienced such clarity in life. Frodo now knew in his mind where his future lay.

	As for Boromir, he went back to conducting the illusion that surrounded him 
for so long. “Can illusion ever be real?” he pondered, “That depends on the eyes 
viewing the illusion.” he silently concluded.



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