Figging: Anal Discipline

This turned up in a figging web search and I’m not quite certain I fully understand what we have here. But I believe it’s a fanfic about a figging scene between two of the male actors from the Lord Of The Rings, set in an imagined context in which they are living together as lovers. This is only a very partial excerpt of the figging scene; the whole thing is here.

“Will this at any point involve branding?” Dom asks, trying for humor, but it occurs to him that the prospect is no joke; quickly he adds, “Egg timers? Aluminium foil?”

Elijah grins, a brief wide curl up of his mouth that lights up his eyes with amusement, and shakes his head, lowering the nib back on the carpet and reaching out for– Dom frowns, a lurch in his chest, as Lij’s hand reappears from between his legs holding a stainless steel vegetable peeler.

“Er… I thought you liked that I’m not circumcized.”

The new tool changes hands and Elijah smirks a vaguely negative expression, bends a third time then finally sits back on his heels. He’s holding a piece of… is that ginger root? Dom’s sure of it, but it still baffles him a bit, out of context like this. Elijah peels the root with brisk, sure movements, far from his normal behavior in the kitchen, all fumbly hesitant fingers. His face looks intent, his smile thin, focused.

The oil and sweat on Dom’s skin ought to be cooling by now, but he only feels a strange seeping warmth all over, his arms wavering from holding his position so long. At least he’s adjusting to the vibrator a bit, as long as he doesn’t move at all. “Can I,” Dom has to swallow to keep his words from rasping, “Can I ask what that’s for, then?”

“Wouldn’t you rather have the surprise?” Elijah asks, low and soft, with a throaty chuckle at the end; the sounds are so full of sex that the hair at the nape of Dom’s neck rise all at once, and his stomach settles. “Okay then,” Lij brushes efficiently aside the skin of the root and the peeler, knees an inch closer and displays its shaved plump phallic form to Dom. It’s rounded at the tip, a visible groove carved at the base of what looks now like a short-ish, semi thick plug with a slight flare at the end. “It’s ginger, I’m sure you recognized, and it’s going in your ass, baby, in place of the vibe. In a minute.”

“Ginger?” Dom catches a whiff of it, acid and spicy, and furrows his brow. “Is it a whole theme to this scene, then, honestly? Are you going to dress up as an Iron Chef?”

Elijah rises smooth and swift. “I don’t do roleplay much, remember?” He steps away and into the ensuite bathroom. From his vantage point Dom can’t see what he’s doing, only hears the water flow in the sink. Emerging back with pink scrubbed hands, holding the damp vegetable with only the tip of his fingers, Lij explains, “It’s an old practice, goes far back to the Victorian times at least. See, I’m all about educating you, Dommie. It’s called figging, there’s some controversy about why… but let’s not go into that.” He’s kneeling down behind Dom, shins shuffling noisy on the carpet. Dom’s muscles jump when a cold hand swats his ass quickly.

“The ginger’s juices are supposed to be incredibly aphrodisiac. Powerful. It’ll make you so horny you’ll be begging to come without even noticing you’re doing it.”

The vibration inside has dwindled and stopped, Dom realizes; he was apparently too busy listening to feel it immediately. The loss makes him shudder hard with anticipation, and a little dread, too. Forcing himself to maintain good posture and keep his stiff arms straight, he sets his jaw.

Elijah tugs the vibrator out. He’s so deft Dom barely feels his fingers, just the toy pulling out, the pressure of a new shape sliding gradually in, cool and strange. Once it’s well inside him, Elijah gives it a quarter-turn, and Dom wheezes a bit, shocked… it burns. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters, as he begins to understand just what he’s in for.

…

“It’s hot,” he gasps, as Elijah’s hands travel over him, too lightly, “uhm, it’s like jalapenos or curry or sommat. Spicy, but I tend not to put peppers or curry up my arse, like. Oh, fuck,” Dom nearly moans as the sensation grows and spreads and stimulates him, his cock heavy and aching, “fuck, it feels good in an awful sort of way. Christ.”

Elijah hums, wrapping his arm around Dom’s chest to pull him flush, free hand stealing down to wrap around his cock and slide up slowly, switching to a small back and forth under the head, twisting and pulling at the foreskin maddeningly as he waits for the effect of the ginger to strengthen and spread out.

Dom writhes, hips rocking forward to push in his hand then stilling with a whine when it only makes the plug inside burn brighter. “Ow, fucking– ow,” he pants, “it’s worse when I move!”

Smiling to himself, Lij lets him go, straightens on his knees and shuffles to the side, one hand splayed wide on Dom’s back, shoving a bit. “It’s the whole idea, love. So you should stay still, hmm? Down, on all fours, fold now. And once you’re there, don’t move.”