Pairing: Umm.... :/ Not really applicable? See the request below. Most of the male Ringers are at least mentioned, though, and Craig, Viggo, Orlando, Bean, Harry and Karl have major parts. And some of them even have sex with each other, but I don't consider having forced sex under threat of violence to make a "pairing," you know?
Rating: R for some sex and general nastiness
Request: Someone (could be one of the Fellowship or someone else, or even an original character) keeps a "menagerie" of stars. Each person is kept naked in a seperate cage. What does this person do to them? Do they escape? How? All of those details are up to the writer. I would like Viggo, Orlando, and Craig involved in some way (prisoner or jailer), but others are welcome to, especially if they are also prisoners. [Request by haldirlives2002]
Warning: Non-con, duh. :) Again, see the request. Seriously, though, this is real non-con and it gets fairly icky in places.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Author's Notes: This story's more plot-driven, in contrast to the last one which was more character-driven. It's also not a romance per se, although there are plenty of guys here who care about each other. Written for second round of the lotrips_fqf, April 2006. This seemed like the best way to fulfill the request; I hope you enjoy it. :)
Craig was the first to drop off the Fellowship's radar. Harry found out by purest chance; Craig was scheduled to attend a convention in New York and Harry'd decided at the last minute to drop in and surprise him, drag him out for a beer and whatever. Instead he'd gotten to the con hotel to find that Craig was a no-show, hadn't called or e-mailed or anything, wasn't answering his mobile and was completely unreachable. The lady running the Green Room was not at all pleased by this, although she was happy enough to see Harry.
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Orlando'd spent the night huddled in the back of his cage and refused to talk to anyone. Doreen had retreated to her corner as soon as her husband released her and refused to say a word, or to come any closer until light seeping in from a gap in the heavy plastic covering the small, high windows told them it was time for breakfast, such as it was.
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