ENSLAVED BY THE DROW (M+/M) *DARK EROTICA* CHAPTERS 1-14

[DeeperThanRed]

You got this, Elias! What's the worst that could happen if you make a few mistakes along the way?



...anyway, I said that I'd try not to draw attention to myself if I were in his place a few chapters ago, but Elias probably should try to prove he's worth keeping around now. It doesn't seem like his masters will chill with trying to test him.

[Volobond]

Oh, no... the letters is a rough task. Because the instant something goes wrong, the paranoid drow will blame their couriers for espionage or carelessness. Hopefully he can quickly move past messenger duty...

[Redman]

Oh no! Elias is in the crosshairs now!

[gag1195]

An interesting task set forth. Like Elias, I am wondering how its all going to go wrong for him!

[ShadowHusky]

Unknown nobles in a still unfamiliar location. A difficult task unless he can hopefully find one slave that doesn't hate his guts enough to let him know where to go. I also saw that the guard let it slide when Elias called him 'Sir'. I wonder if that is find due to his status as a guard...

[bondagefreak]

I also saw that the guard let it slide when Elias called him 'Sir'. I wonder if that is find due to his status as a guard...

A very astute observation, my friend! I'm glad you remembered that. Did the guard really let it slide, though? As I recall, Elias did try to address one of the guards using the word "Sir" but he never even got to finish his sentence before being practically knocked out by a hard smack to the face.

You're right to question whether or not it's a status thing, though. Elias was no doubt taken aback upon being told that the title was inappropriate. Most older/wisened/scholarly drow would know that no disrespect is intended, but the term itself is still disrespectful due to being entirely foreign (to them). "Sir" in the D&D/Forgotten Realms context is strictly a human title. Like IRL, it is attached to knighthood, officers of law and the likes...aka things the drow view as positively absurd.

I'm really glad to see you guys are picking up on the small things! The next chapter will be longer and should be up in a few hours.

[bondagefreak]

THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT & FEEDBACK, GUYS.

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER.

@gag1195 @Redman @DeeperThanRed @OrdinaryWorld @Socksbound
@JustKindaCurious @Volobond @ShadowHusky @Red86 @Pakislol

[bondagefreak]

* AUTHOR'S NOTE *

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ENSLAVED BY THE DROW

CHAPTER 14 - THE PRICE

Elias's bare feet made almost no sound against the cold stone as he crept along the ground-level floor of House Druu'giir's very sizeable main complex. In his hands, he clutched the three sealed letters – letters he had been tasked with promptly delivering.

His first order of business seemed clear: he had to locate this Patron Nalfein. He scanned the sprawling hallways and searched the servants' wing for any sign of Grilka, hoping the old orc woman might have the knowledge he desperately needed.

Relief momentarily flooded through his chest when he spotted her, but then his eyes caught sight of the guards. Two drow soldiers stood at attention just a few paces from her and the other nearby slaves. They exchanged hushed words, but their eyes vigilantly swept over the area, hawkishly waiting for any misstep...or uninvited interruptions.


Elias froze, torn. Approach Grilka and risk the ire of the guards? Or walk away and let the chance for guidance slip through his fingers? The rational part of him knew the dangers of distracting other slaves from their assigned tasks, especially when they were being watched so directly.

He swallowed, fingers instinctively tightening around the precious letters. He longed for Grilka's guidance, but feared what would happen if the guards caught him moving too close. He briefly thought about seeking out Klyk, the goblin who had trained him, but they were no longer on talking terms. Klyk would most likely mislead him, or at the very least, refuse to help.

In the end, Elias chose to err on the side of caution. He would wait and search for another opportunity. Risking confrontation with the guards was too dangerous, even for the promise of a whispered direction to Patron Nalfein's quarters.

The young human's chest heaved, the chill of the stone floor and the heat of his anxiety mingling as he retreated back towards the central corridor, the stack of letters still held close to his chest. He knew the Patron was likely on one of the upper floors, but he dared not venture upwards, not without obtaining at least some semblance of clear directions. Save for two very brief visits when shadowing Klyk, he had never been to the second floor, let alone any of the floors above it.


Time was slowly but surely slipping through his fingers. Elias let out a discouraged huff before looking around as though seeking some help. Then his thoughts shifted, and he remembered the two drow guards who had presided over his preservation. Neither of them had shown him any kindness, but still, he felt strangely drawn to the cold familiarity they offered.

Fully aware that the minutes were ticking by, Elias made a rather bold and daring move.

He stepped out of the building's main entryway and into the open courtyard, keeping his head bowed so as not to meet the gaze of the many soldiers engaged in gruelling military drills.

Had it not been for the stack of sealed letters clutched tightly in his hands, he knew the guards would have barred him from exiting the complex and punished him for even making the attempt. Only slaves running errands were allowed to venture out into the courtyard. The letters Elias held gave him permission to move about freely. Freely but always under close watch.



The cavern-city's purple glow filtered down from above, glinting off polished weapons and obsidian armour, making House Druu'giir's gated compound feel even more alive and threatening.

Each step he took across the cold, uneven training yard felt like a gamble. The sound of clashing steel, the barked commands of drill masters and the rhythmic march of soldiers resonated all around him. Unease at how high his tunic rode against his thighs gnawed at him. Still, Elias kept his pace steady, careful to walk as though he were a man with a clear purpose and careful to retain some of the poise that had served him thus far.

Finally, he reached the outer wall and, more importantly, the large barracks built into it. A trembling breath filled his lungs as he pressed forward, hoping to find one of the two guards who had previously overseen him.


Elias stepped through the broad archway of the barracks, immediately finding himself swallowed by the recognisable hum of activity within. Soldiers moved with purpose, hauling weapons, polishing armour, and calling out clipped orders. Every time he passed by one of the guards, he instinctively ducked his head lower, not only as a means of paying due respect but also as a means of avoiding their harsh glares.

Disapproving stares followed him aplenty, but none chose to stop him. Most of the sentries assumed that he had been sent on some minor errand - a trivial task befitting a lowly human.

Elias navigated the expansive barracks with care, hugging walls and cautiously weaving around groups of clustered soldiers. The clang of metal and the shuffle of boots echoed all around him, amplifying his growing sense of smallness.

Eventually, he reached the communal dining hall. The room was crowded, much as it usually was at this early hour. Soldiers ate and conversed in low tones; the smell of roasted vegetables and meaty stews clinging thickly to the air.

Elias's heart raced as he carefully scanned the busy room, hoping to find at least one familiar face among the numerous occupants. Finally, his eyes locked on the taller of the two guards who had overseen his preservation. The broad-shouldered soldier was seated at a long wooden table with a group of fellow sentrymen, dipping bread into a small bowl and chatting quietly with those around him.

Relief and apprehension mingled as Elias cautiously made his way toward the guard. He was careful not to stumble and even more careful not to draw unnecessary attention to himself, though that last part was much easier said than done.

The pale human edged closer to the long table, moving cautiously between the clusters of soldiers before finally approaching the tall drow seated with his comrades. When he reached him, he paused, heart hammering in his chest as he slowly lowered himself to one knee directly beside the chair. He waited there in silence, hoping to be noticed. Hoping to be addressed.



For several tense seconds, the guard did not seem to notice him. Then his eyes flicked downward, hardening as soon as his sharp gaze locked onto the kneeling human.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped, voice low and rough with open disapproval.

Elias swallowed hard, keeping his posture low and only daring to briefly flick his blue gaze upward, just enough for the drow to glimpse the submissiveness in his eyes. "Forgive me, Master. I…I require your help."

The guard's frown deepened as he exhaled through his nose in unfeigned irritation. "My help?" he repeated, sounding practically offended at the prospect of assisting the human with whatever lowly task he had been assigned.

"The Quartermaster tasked me with delivering these letters, but I do not know where to look for the nobles I am supposed to deliver them to." Elias hurriedly explained, keeping his head bowed and his tone soft so as not to appear presumptuous.

The tall sentryman's frown did not soften. "You dare waste my time with this?"

Elias hesitated, words briefly catching in his throat. "I…I do not know who else to turn to…Master. You…you watched over me before. You know the house better than I do. I...please. I need your help." he pleaded, choosing his words carefully in an attempt to sway the offended enforcer.

A snicker from one of the soldiers seated across the table cut through the tension. "Aw, the little human has grown attached to you, Tsabrak. How deliciously pathetic." the voice drawled, amusement and condescension coating every syllable. Quiet chuckles followed from those around the table.

The tall guard's eyes narrowed sharply, the corners of his mouth pressing into a thin line. He said nothing, but the weight of his disapproval pressed down on Elias like a physical force. The human remained kneeling, head bowed, every nerve alert, knowing that he risked punishment or even worse.


Elias dared not lift his head, but he heard the scrape of a chair and heard the shuffle of boots as one of the soldiers across the table leaned forward, his soft tone both cruel and mocking.

"Hand your letters to me, pretty one. I will deliver them for you. I promise." he said, extending his palm in mock benevolence.

The words were immediately followed by low, cruel laughter, several soldiers chiming in as if the suggestion were the funniest thing they had heard all morning.

Elias did not answer, nor did he move. He only lowered his head even further as though wanting to shrink into the floor itself. He knew with absolute certainty that if he gave up the letters, they would not be delivered. And he knew that should his failure be discovered, the punishment would be far worse than the ridicule he now endured.


Tsabrak ignored the laughter. He dipped the last chunk of his dark bread into his stew, chewed slowly, and emptied his wine cup. Only then did he rise, the brusque motion causing his chair to noisily scrape against the stone floor.

"Get up. Follow." he ordered, his deep voice coming out sharp and gruff.

Elias immediately rose to his feet, but kept his head hung low in silent obedience. A few jeers and taunts followed him as he hurried after the tall drow, but he did his best to pay them no heed.


They walked in silence, leaving the noise of the busy dining hall behind. The further they went, the more empty the corridors became, until only the faint echo of their steps was heard. At last, the towering drow – whose name Elias now knew was Tsabrak - turned into a narrow passage leading to a seldom-used corner of the barracks.

Torches were far apart and burned noticeably weaker here. The statuesque guard paused, his keen eyes sweeping the hall, as though searching for signs of onlookers.

Satisfied they were alone, he reached for a small, iron-handled door recessed into the wall. It creaked faintly as he pulled it open, revealing a cramped, dusty storage chamber cluttered with discarded crates and broken practice weapons.

Before Elias could even question where they were going, a sudden pressure made itself manifest around the back of his neck. Tsabrak's gauntleted fingers pressed against his skin, firm and controlling. Elias instinctively stiffened, but the towering drow voiced a low warning. "Quiet. Get in."

With that, he shoved the diminutive human forward, forcing him into the musty room. The door closed heavily behind them, muting the world outside and plunging them both into near-perpetual darkness.


Elias's heart thudded violently in his chest. He could hardly see anything, but he was very much aware of the imposing figure looming before him. The tall soldier's hungry gaze lingered on Elias in a way that made the young human's stomach tighten. It was deliberate and heavy with lewd intention.

"You want my help? Then you will work for it. Kneel." Tsabrak ordered, his voice low and clipped with authority.

Elias swallowed hard, and his breathing grew shallow. He sank to his knees and waited for the inevitable command.

The guard took a step closer, undid his belt and began undoing the front of his armoured breeches.

Elias's pulse quickened. He dared not protest what was to come, but he nevertheless tried to alert the towering sentry to the fact that he was running on a tight schedule. The words never left his mouth. A large, gauntleted hand wrapped itself firmly around the back of his blond dome, and then Tsabrak's girthy tool was inside him; impaling his face and fully filling his mouth.

To ask for aid in Menzoberranzan was to invite strings, shackles, and the quiet assurance that nothing came without a price. Elias would soon enough learn that nothing here was ever given freely. Everything in this city came with strings attached.

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[OrdinaryWorld]

Oh interesting I wonder what's happen- OH

[Pakislol]

Can't believe this will be my first deep dive into DnD lore/worldbuilding! I love the Menzoberranzan, depicted by its unique and purply architecture. The drow is NOT what I originally imagined. I first thought they were more of an assassin-type build, being agile and limber. The house politics is also very interesting. My favorite part is when Elias gets to know Grilka the orc. Being freshly arrived at the city, the first attachment he gets will do something for him in the long run. And... Wow, I didn't expect the guard to accept Elias' plea for help. I guess they are charmed by the exotic monkey after all.

[bondagefreak]

Welcome to the adventure, @Pakislol! Super glad you could join us.

I don't think your initial expectations about the drow were wrong, at all. They generally are of athletic, assassin-type build, as you mention. In canon lore, some noble houses were reputed for their selective breeding habits and the production of bulkier, more intimidating specimens. House Druu'giir is one of those houses.

As for your surprise at the guard accepting Elias's plea for help, I guess that's very much a question of reader interpretation. Those prone to Stockholm syndrome might see it as benevolence, but I think others would recognise the guard's choice as being purely transactional. Then again, we don't know if he'll even help or not. But even if he does, I never much doubt it will stem from anything even remotely similar to kindness. The drow are opportunistic and seldom give anything freely.

Even superficially benevolent gifts always conceal some ulterior motive and come with strings attached. It's in their nature to always seek some sort of strategic advantage. In any case, glad you're enjoying this!

[Volobond]

Yup, figured that would happen, at the very least. A bold move by Elias, but not necessarily a wise one...

[Red86]

Curious what the purpose of this task is. Is it something to test his resourcefulness or something deliberately set up for him to fail. It feels as though there's some motive behind it.

Interesting choice for Elias to seek some help from one of his guards. Though it came at a price, just like the title suggests

[gag1195]

Yup, figured that would happen, at the very least. A bold move by Elias, but not necessarily a wise one...

This is certainly flying in the face of the "lay low and go unnoticed" advice Elias ignored earlier... Surely that cannot end poorly for him!

[bondagefreak]

Hey guys. I just wanted to say thanks for the support and lovely comments. I don't really have a defined timetable for the production of this tale. I knew the audience would be smaller than usual, but I'll admit I've never written a story for only a dozen readers before. I'll for sure continue it, but it will definitely be a secondary project with relatively lengthy gaps between new chapters. Sort of like an ongoing thing that I'm in no rush to finish quickly. In any case, I'm glad a few of you enjoyed what's been put out so far.

[equisxx]

New lurker here. Please do continue this story. I enjoy your stories and writing style very much.
I found this site a few months ago and I'm enjoying it a lot, and I'm sure a lot of other readers who are similarly afflicted as i am are as well. It's just hard to reply.
I'm dyslexic and writing anything or posting to sites is painfully slow for me, so I usually just shoot a emoji.

[equisxx]

Btw, you need to add a thumbs up emoji

[ShadowHusky]

I have been too busy to divide my full attention to the chapter, so I waited until I had the time and it's easy to see how Elias would mistake familiarity with comfort. It's unfortunate, because I doubt Tsabrak will properly dignify him with much assistance. I think the smart choice would have been to approach the sentries at the entrance to the second floor and when given permission to speak, ask them if Patron Nalfein and the other two names were available to receive a letter from the the Quartermaster. This would tell him 1. If the noble was upstairs as the guards would let him pass and 2. Possibly may give him more information if he wasn't upstairs and be instructed to find the Patron elsewhere. It's still a flawed plan, as it's just as likely the guards would nod and allow him to pass with little information, or not give him the permission to speak to them.

[Pup Wingletang]

Just caught up a couple of chapters to the end of chapter 8. For some reason I'm enjoying Elias being taken for walks on a lead!

Definitely getting a feel for the world and I like the fact that there are some additional plot elements working alongside Elias' captivity. Will be fun to see how it all comes together.