The King's Favorite 3
By Bald Hairy Man.
This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.
We returned home after our stay at Sir Andrew's house. I enjoyed the quiet, but George was restless. Visions of wealth and influence kept him awake at night. Several weeks later Robert came to visit. He carried an invitation to come to visit Tom's house for several months to help prepare for a royal visit. The King was making a progress.
Walsingham Manor was said to be great house, huge and imposing. It was built for one of the Great Elizabeth's progresses. The Queen and her court spent a week there, and Thomas's father was said to have almost ruined himself when he expanded the house and paid for the entertainment. Fortunately Thomas's mother died and his father remarried a great heiress.
The heiress, Lady Meg Walsingham, was an unpleasant woman, but got a chill and died after a year. Few tragedies had a more happy ending. Tom and his father were wealthy men and the owner of a great house. Many nobles had been left all but destitute as the result of a royal progress.
"Lord Walsingham needs some handsome retainers to swell his retinue," Robert said. "His men are worthy enough, but not as . . . ornamental is needed. Tom has been collecting some popinjays for the king's amusement."
George smiled. "Am I to be one of the popinjays?"
"You are to be the Falcon among the Wrens," Robert said. "The other men are mere boys. You are both young and manly. I wouldn't worry about attracting the King's attention. He is lonely and unhappy. Even though the Earl was unworthy of his affection, he is missed."
"Will the King notice me?"
"Of course he will," Robert replied, "but we are not leaving that to chance, Lord Walsingham plans a masque, `the Twelve Labors of Hercules'. It is his intent that you be Hercules. It will be most splendid and you will be at the heart of the splendor."
"I have never been in a play," George said.
"Don't worry, you'll be well rehearsed," Robert explained. "Your task will be to strike statuesque poses and declaim heroical lines. I think a club and a lion skin will suit you "
George laughed. "I think I could play the heroic Hercules well enough."
"The Queen will not be with his Majesty. The costumes will not be overly modest," Robert said. "The King will like that and it will save Lord Walsingham greatly."
"Fewer feathers from the exotic birds of the Indies?" George asked.
Robert laughed. "Fewer feathers, no gold thread, no cunning embroidery or damask," he said. "This will be a tribute to manly virtue, that of Hercules, and that of the king." I hardly need to say George was more than willing to play the part. Two weeks later we traveled to Walsingham Manor.
We came over a hill and saw it glistening in the sun. I had never seen anything like it. In some ways it was like Sir Andrew's house, but it was vastly larger and grander. In form it was a mighty castle with ramparts and scores of towers and turrets. Yet instead of being made of massy stone, it was more glass than stone. It was a castle of glass.
The towers were bay windows, three stories high. The turrets were more like huge lanterns than lookouts. We entered across a moat, through a gate house and then into a courtyard. Lord Walsingham and Tom greeted us warmly. Livered servants took our horses and baggage. We entered the house and went up a broad stair to a long hall, overlooking a vast garden. It was a house of marvels and wonders.
The house was filled with servants and retainers. Well dressed young men scampered about, but as Robert said, they were but boys. They were handsome, but still boys. No one rivaled George in manliness.
The next day we met the great Ben Johnson, who was writing the masque, and a man named Inigo Jones who was designing the event. Jones was a man filled with fantastical conceits and droll fantasies. My father would have said he was too clever by half, but in the design of masques, they say there is no such thing as being too clever.
Johnson knew the King's tastes well. Hercules was to represent the King and the labors represented the problems he had overcome as a wise ruler. The King had no objection with fawning praise.
Inigo's schemes required great physical strength for the man playing Hercules, and George was the perfect man for the role. George loved to display his physical prowess as well as his wit and cleverness. Indeed, George became Inigo's accomplice. The clever and fantastical appealed to George as much as it did to Inigo.
The plan had been to make a costume for Hercules that would look like the statues of the ancients. When Inigo saw George's body, he realized a costume wasn't necessary. George was a hunter, horseman and wrestler. He wasn't as massy as the ancient statues, but as Ben said, the King would make allowances. George grew a thick beard. His hair was golden and even Inigo could not have designed a beard as luxuriant as George sprouted naturally, without art. It looked like spun gold.
I came to play the bull. My hair is reddish-brown and covers my body from head to toe. "Except for the eyeballs," Ben joked. I wore a bull headdress and a tail attached to a fur loincloth. "More a Minotaur then a bull," Inigo added.
I didn't know if Lord Walsingham knew of the plans for George and the King, but if there ever was a masque more planned to display nearly naked men and boys I cannot imagine it. Since the Queen and her court weren't with the King on the progress, the event could be more bawdy than was usual.
Part of my costume was a set of generous bull balls and matching cock. Inigo mentioned my own privates were well suited, but that might not be accepted by the Puritan members of the court. Lord Walsingham was standing near by when Inigo said this. "They might not like it, but by God they'd take a long look," he muttered. I looked at him, and he winked.
One could invade Spain with less preparation than Lord Walsingham prepared his house. It was hard for me to imagine a more impressive house, or finer gardens that those of the Manor, but at the rear of the garden Jones created an entire theater for the masque. It was a natural amphitheater that Inigo said was like those of the Ancients. The floor was a broad pond that had been fitted with fountains would be used as part of the performance. To the rear was a backdrop several stores high. It contained fireworks, lanterns, pulleys and cranes so some of the gods could fly. At the top were water tanks the held the water needed for the fountains.
Behind the back drop was a canal filled with barges. Each barge contained a set for the different parts of the masque. The barges were ungainly, and could easily ram some of the fountain heads if they got out of control. Sea gods pushed the barges into place. The sea gods were some of Lord Walsingham's tenants.
It was mid summer and unusually warm, so the men didn't object to the water. At first they wore loin cloths, but these became undone easily, so eventually they worked naked. For the presentation to the King they would don fish scale costumes below the waist, but these were too delicate to use in practice sessions. It seemed as if there were hundreds of these rehearsals.
Geoffrey, Lord Walsingham's head man organized the men, but he served double duty as the Nemean Lion. He was massive, blond and bushy and had a main of unruly hair. He looked like a lion. I seem to inspire confidence in his lordship and was put in charge of the barges until the lion was slain by Hercules. Once he was dead, Geoffrey took charge in time for me to transform into the bull.
During one of the practice sessions a wind blew up and forced a barge toward the main fountains grouped in the middle of the pond. I was on the wrong side of the barge and could do nothing. George jumped in and single handedly held back the barge until enough men could get into the water and get it under control. He had been rehearsing Hercules bare chested and was wearing only his undergarments. These fell off in the water and he worked naked with the other men and manhandled the barge into place again.
The popinjays were not much admired by the common folk. The popinjay's watched and tittered as George struggled with the barge. Two of them, young Lord Templeton Barton and Sir Wallace Jones, jumped in and helped. Templeton swam under the barge and saved a man who had been swept under when the wind blew up. The lord was a slight, delicate man, with the heart of a lion. He saved Old Ben, one of Lord Walsingham's favorites.
Sir Wally, as he was known, I had thought was a blowhard and boaster. The Welsh knight was big and brawny, red faced and red bearded. I was surprised to discover he was a man of action. Templeton and Wally joined George and the future sea gods to control the barge. Lord Walsingham arrived when he heard the commotion. His lordship jumped in to help.
I had noticed his Lordship had a happy home, and when he did this, I understood why. He did what was necessary even if it meant a loss of dignity. He jumped in the water when he was needed. It reflected well on him.
I had misjudged Templeton and Sir Wally. One I thought was a pretty boy and the other a blowhard. When needed they could be counted on. In good times it's easy to misjudge a man's true worth. It is in bad times or when confronted with problems you get to know a man's real worth.
When the barge was safely tied down, we all sat on the grassy edge of the pond and caught our breath. We were all naked now, noblemen and yeomen. "Beer for everyone," Lord Walsingham ordered. Servants went racing to the manor and soon returned with beer, fruits and bread.
Geoffrey arrived, red faced. He had been on the other side of the estate and a run a long way. "What happened?" Templeton told him the story. He did not mention his own heroics.
"We need more men," he said.
"I think we have just about every man, woman, boy, girl and dog on the estate doing something," Lord Walsingham said.
"The masque will be three hours long. Your men are strong, but no one can control those barges for three hours, especially if there is wind," George said.
"Might we put a mooring place in the pond, so once it's in place, we will tie it up and wait for the next labor?" I asked.
"We need a dock," Wally said. "It could be low to the water, and at night it would be all but invisible." We drank the beer and talked. His Lordship decided on the dock. It was odd to be sitting in the open air, naked in the sun. George was unembarrassed. His organ was so large, he expected it to be admired. I knew it would be the talk of the estate.
Wally's privates were much like mine, a thick and short cock resting on bull balls. Templeton was so slight and delicate. I was surprised when I saw his member. It came close to rivaling George's. The small man was hairy and masculine. His cock looked doubly large in comparison to his body. Wally took sly glances at George, but Templeton looked at George's meat with clear interest. George returned the glances and smiled.
There was a banquet at a neighboring house that night. Most of the guests and all of the popinjays left. George and I stayed at the house. George was sore and wanted to rest. We had a simple dinner in the hall and went to our chamber early. The sun was setting when there was a knocking at our door. It was Tom, Lord Walsingham's son, and Templeton.
"Are you to bed yet?" Tom asked. George asked them in. "I was away today and Templeton told me of your heroics."
"I was just trying to help," George said. "Did Templeton tell you of his worthy efforts?"
"Why no," Tom answered. "Templeton is my only modest friend. I do mean only! Tell all." I gave him the whole story.
"Old Ben is Geoffrey's uncle. He raised him after his father died," Tom said. "He's too old to be doing work like that, but you can tell him that."
"I am here to get help for my friend. Young Templeton is an innocent, although not by desire. He has lived with his widowed mother for ten years. Two months ago, she has remarried the Earl Chester and for the first time in his life he is out of her sight." Tom explained. "I don't want to sound crude, but today, when he saw you all naked, he saw something he wanted."
Templeton turned bright red. "Please don't say that," he said. "They will think me a fool, or a buffoon."
"When a man is as brave as you, I would never think you a fool," George said.
"I know nothing of the things of which Tom speaks. My mother says I am a paragon of virtue." Templeton said. "I am like the virgin locked in a tower. I know nothing of the world." He glanced around the chamber and saw me. I was already in the bed. He blushed again.
"Ralph is a good man and he's the last man in England to gossip." George said, reassuring the young man. There was another knocking at the door. It was Sir Walter.
"I saw Templeton left early, and came to see if he was all right," he said. "I swallowed some of the pond water and barfed enough to fill in the pond, I feel good now. I wondered if that was Lord Templeton's problem?"
"I did feel sickly for a moment or two, but all is well now," Templeton said.
It was getting quite dark now and the chamber had a single candle. The room was getting cool as the evening chill replaced the heat of the day. George was standing naked. As he talked, Wally stared at George's cock.
"It's getting cold. Come join me in bed," George said. "We can talk in there."
"I need to prepare for my guests to return," Tom said. "Sleep well." He left. It was dark, but I will swear Tom winked at George. Since George and I were naked, Templeton and Wally stripped and joined us. I pulled the bed curtains. The lone candle seemed brighter in the bed.
George was getting hard and his cock head peaked for the enshrouding skin. A bead of precum that had oozed from his cock glistened briefly in the candlelight.
"I feel like a dwarf in the land of the giants," Sir Wally said as he looked George and Templeton's cocks.
George laughed. "Do you think there is any difference in the pleasure one feels depending if the cock is large or small?" he asked.
"I've never thought deeply on it," Wally replied.
"I would bet yours has served its purpose well," George said.
"Good enough, I grant," Wally said. "But I have long suspected there may be more. It strikes me it is a most useful organ. It is the body's great drain, and the generator of heirs."
"If you only use it for such utilitarian purposes, you understand it badly," George said. "It is like saying the tongue is used only for eating. With the tongue we taste and take pleasure in food. A deeper understanding of the cock involves pleasure too."
"Although if you are interested in George's meat, you'd better be interested in something deep," I said. The men laughed. "A maidenly woman would flee in terror as the site of George's member. Young Lord Templeton is well suited for an ambush. The poor virgin would be in bed with him before she realized whom she had bedded. Half of his body weight must be in his organ." They laughed again.
"This ribald talk embarrasses me," Templeton said, half heartedly. No man minds having his privates admired.
"Don't blush," George said. "It is good when you find a brave man whose privies are as large as his heart."
"That is not my problem, alas," Wally whined.
"Given the choice between personal bravery and a large cock, I'd always pick bravery," George said. "I am not a learned doctor in men's anatomy, but I don't see that you are small. My man Ralph's member is wider than it is long. It's a big cock, but he'd be a good man if his cock was that of a rabbit." He reached out and cupped Wally's balls in his hand. "It looks to me that your seed manufacturies would do a bull proud. Some men have nuts. But you have plumbs, or perhaps apricots."
Wally didn't object to having George fondle his balls. "If you run out of cream, I'm the man for you." he said. " If you had a churn, I could make butter with it."
"Would someone eat such a confection?" Templeton asked. George looked at Templeton and cupped the young man's balls. He already was hard and his balls hung below the erect member in a hairy sack.
"I've not seen much of the world, only England, but I suspect, if it can be eaten, it will be eaten," George said. "Yours are heavy. Are they fully loaded?"
"That they are," Templeton whispered.
"Let me talk without artifice," George said. "I am tired and need to sleep, but I wouldn't mind sporting with some friends. Let me tell you. I am no prude and no puritan. My balls are full and I want to drain them. I can do that alone with Ralph, or you can join us in our play. Are you interested?"
"I've never . . ." Wally started to say something, then changed his mind. "Yes, I am more than interested."
"I'm interested, but. . ." Templeton said.
"There are no buts, only yes or no." George said.
"What if I do it wrong?" the boy asked.
"Take it from me, there is no way you could do anything wrong," George said. "Tomorrow you will either mourn your lost virginity, or rejoice in a new world of pleasure."
"Do you think I will mourn?" Wally asked. He was smiling.
"I think there's a better chance of Queen Elisabeth being proclaimed a saint in the Roman Church than you not enjoying yourself," George said. "Ralph, you see if there is cream in those balls. I'll attend to Master Templeton." He blew out the candle.
I didn't know what Wally would be like as a playmate. I supposed he would let me milk his member until he produced cream. Wally was no dainty maid. He was a lusty and randy knight and once my lips touched his cock, he was mine. He was like a loving puppy, eager to please, willing to do anything his master wanted.
As I sucked him, he wanted to suck me. He wanted to swallow it all. He told me he had never done this with a man before, but he was a fast learner. I became his guide. Sir Wally was a born cock hound. He loved mine.
I was afraid he was disappointed that he got me, rather than George. Wally wanted to learn the skills of man sex, before he was with George. George was too handsome for Wally to enjoy. I knew George didn't mind instructing a man in the arts of pleasure, but I didn't tell Wally that.
He like to suck, but he had an urge to fuck. He asked me if he could get into my hole. I pretended to think it over, but agreed. Sir Wally's member was thick at the base and tapered to the head. The head was a big mushroom. Once the head was inside, they rest was easy. I could only feel the head. It was as if there was a mouse frolicking in my ass.
He drained his balls, but his cock remained hard. With my hole filled with his seed, his meat continued to pump. "It's time to make butter," he said.
While we played, George was with Templeton. I couldn't see what they were doing, but I did understand that George could do no wrong. Wally filled my ass a second time and fell asleep.
"Ralph, are you feeling good?" George asked in a whisper.
"Oh yes," I said.
"Templeton would like to fuck," he said, "Are you willing?"
"Wally has filled me twice. Would that offend Templeton?"
"No," Templeton replied with great dispatch.
"I'll hold him open," George said as he pulled my legs back. He spread them so my hole was totally exposed. "Just slip it in."
"I won't hurt him, will I?" Templeton asked.
"Don't worry about that. He's done it before."
"Has he taken your cock?"
"Almost every day for five years," George said.
"He must like it," Templeton said. He put his cock at my hole and pushed a little. "It's hot and wet. Is right?"
"That's Wally seed. Just push." George said. Templeton pushed. He had a huge knob, but my hole had been well used and it went in. Templeton moaned. A moment later his entire organ was in my ass. He was almost at big as George, but it was a new sensation as he filled my hole. Templeton's cock was curved when he was hard. His knob was bulbous. George's cock was straight and his cock head was the same size as his shaft. The young Lord touched new parts of my anatomy.
It was good for me, but it was much better for Templeton. I was his first. He shot off quickly and fell asleep like Wally had just before.
"It was a good night, Master," I said.
"It's not over yet," George said. "Are your balls still filled?"
"Yes sir," I replied. He rolled me on my side and slipped his organ into my seed filled ass. I fell asleep with his cock in my ass. When I woke, it was Templeton's cock. The motion woke Wally. As Templeton screwed me, Wally sucked me.
This was too much for me. My balls were at a boil and I warned Wally. Wally didn't move and he got every drop of man seed in my balls.