The King's Favorite 5
By Bald Hairy Man
If you are offended by gay sex or are underage, DON'T read this story. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex is made in this story. If you have comments write me at bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
We almost had to carry the King to the house. His torso was strong and powerful, but his legs were poor.
"You must think me a weakling," he whispered to George.
"You are strong enough to guide the ship of state," George replied. They talked as we progressed toward the house. Candles were burning throughout and the Manor gave it a magical appearance. By the time we reached the door, it was as if the King had known George for years. Servants and courtiers bowed as we entered. Seeing the King being supported by two, all but naked men, must have been quite a shock.
James could not get up the stairs, so George carried him to the great chamber. His servants appeared and prepared him for bed as he continued to talk with George.
"It is late," the king said. "Too late for you to go home. Stay with me."
"My clothes?"
"They will be here in the morning," James said. "You don't need them tonight." The King looked at me.
"Ralph usually sleeps at the foot of the bed," George said.
"Maybe a bull in the room would be good," James said. They both laughed at the little joke. A servant brought a feather mattress and a quilt for me. George removed his loincloth and got into bed with the King.
I slept well that night. I had been flushed with excitement and thought it would be a sleepless night, but it had been a long day. When I awoke, King James and George were quietly talking in bed. I was reminded of being a young boy and meeting another boy and becoming fast friends in an instant. That was James and George.
James peaked out of the curtains and looked at me. I was lying naked on the mattress. "Master Bull, I see you are awake," he said. "Would you fetch my servants? I'm greatly pleased your castration had healed!"
"No so much as I, Majesty," I replied. He laughed and pulled the curtain closed. I was putting on my bear costume when one of the King's servants appeared. He must have been listening at the door. This was an older man.
He came to me, winked and said, "Most amusing, Mr. Bull." He cupped my balls in his hand. "And, indeed, they have healed!" He proceeded to the King. I guessed he was the Master of the Bedchamber. Another, younger man entered. With him was a lower level servant carrying a box with George's clothes.
"The fools brought only your master clothes," he said. "Go fetch the Bull's garments."
"Master Dresser, the Bull's clothes are not fit for the court," the servant replied. He looked me over. "He's already wearing a fur coat," he added with clear distaste.
The Master Dresser looked at my private parts and smiled. "He may not be pretty, but he is all man," he replied. George got out of the bed. He was naked and his cock was slightly enlarged as is often the case in the morning before you drain your bladder. The Master Dresser approved.
"He is a big man. I think Master William's clothes will fit," the Dresser said. "Call him."
By now numerous men had entered the chamber, George was getting dressed and I put on the remains of the bull costume. Master William came and took me to his sleeping place in the attic. He was in charge of the porters and was my size. The attic was almost a mansion itself. There were mattresses everywhere a well as chests and sacks of clothes. Everyone was at work and the room was empty. William had a chest and looked in it for something suitable for me. Most of the clothes were in the royal livery.
"This should fit you," he said, pulling out a doublet in rust-colored velvet. "I think I have matching hose."
"It is too fine," I said.
"Don't worry about that," he said. "You are in the Royal household. This will be quite suitable. Take off the bull balls." I stripped.
"Lucky is the man who survives castration so well," he said with a smile. William reached out and cupped my balls, as if he were weighing them. "I see you won't need a padded cod piece."
"My privies might show," I complained.
"When the ladies aren't here there is no need to worry about that." William said, still fondling my balls. My cock was beginning to get stiff. "Big men so often have small private parts."
"Mine are nothing like my master's," I said.
"So I have heard," William replied. "Earl Somerset was modestly endowed in everything other than pretension. Your balls are heavy. Are they full?"
"A day's worth," I said.
"I've got a week's trapped in mine," William said. "You must be a randy gentleman. Your pistol is ready to shoot." He stroked my cock.
"I would hate to splatter your fine clothes," I said. William smiled and dropped to his knees. He must have studied cock sucking. In a short while he was sucking the seed from my balls. He seemed to love the cock cream. He ate it all.
"You are very kind, Master William," I said. He got up and whispered in my ear. "There were many handsome men in the masque. You and the Lion were worthy men. Who were those men who carried Hercules in the last scene?"
"Theodorus and Angus, the wrestlers?"
"That must be them," William said. "Are any of them good sports?"
"I don't know about the Lion, but the wrestlers are randy men who love pleasure," I said. "I am no prude."
"The King will be hunting for the next two days. They will leave today and stop at Lord Walsingham's hunting lodge for the night. It is for Gentlemen only, not servants, " he said. "I will remain here. Are the wrestlers shy men?"
I smiled. "Not at all, and they know how to enjoy themselves with other men," I said. "Perhaps we might join them tonight?"
"You are a good man, Ralph," William said. "You can read my mind." The rest of the morning was spent getting the gentlemen ready for the hunt. The King liked some time free of the babble of servants. It was good for the servants too. Lord Walsingham's men were worn out by the masque and needed a rest before the next round of festivities. The hunting party left at mid day and a calm descended on the house. I went up to the attic to talk with William, but there were men every where, sleeping and indeed snoring.
I went to our tent encampment in the park and looked for the wrestlers. They too were resting. In my own tent I found Geoffrey asleep with Old Ben nursing on the younger man's cock. Old Ben looked up at me and smiled when I entered.
While Geoffrey may have been asleep, at least one organ wasn't resting. His tool was a crude looking club, but massive. It was large, but not as handsome as my master's tool. I could see why his wife wanted no more of it. I thought it was impressive.
"There's room for two," Old Ben whispered. I down with them and we shared the club cock. Geoffrey roused himself. "Ralph, I didn't know you were a member of the brotherhood."
"It seems I am, as are some of the King's men," I said. "One of them sent me here to see if there were any men interested in some sport tonight?"
"Fortune shines her face on you today," Geoffrey said. "It's a full moon tonight. We gather at the old temple for an initiation. You are free to join us."
"What is the initiation like?" I asked.
Geoffrey pulled me close. "Let's just say, you'll have more seed in your bum than in your balls when it's over," he said. He reached over and cupped my cock and balls. I said we would join him. I returned to the Manor and told William.
At dusk William, his friend Anthony and I met Geoffrey at the tent and he led us deep into the wooded park. He was with Theo, Angus and Old Ben. Most of the manor was neat and proper as befitted a well-ordered estate. Geoffrey led us into a wild and unkept forest. Briars and thickets blocked the path, but he knew the way. We went under fallen trees and across a small brook. There was a full moon, but it was still hard to see and I had no idea where were we were.
Finally we came to a wooded hill. Walking behind a huge oak, we went behind a stone and went into the mound. At first I thought it was a natural cave, but soon realized it was made by men. It was an ancient piece of work, built by the Romans, or perhaps Druids, I guessed. The entrance was dark, but I spied a dim glimmer in the distance.
We entered a stony chamber with a curious domed roof supported by huge stones in a circle. At the center of the circle was a fire. There were ten or twelve men in the chamber. I recognized several barge men from the masque. There also were some of the youths who had played water spirits before the King. On one side was a stone bench, covered in furs. A fire warmed the chamber.
Geoffrey vanished for a few moments and returned, dressed in animal skins and a great Ram headdress.
"Hail, Forest Spirit!" the men bellowed.
"Come companions of the wild wood! The moon is full! In our temple there is no station. In our temple there is no rank. In our temple there are only men with balls filled with seed and ripe cocks. Here we share our bodies. Here we take our bother's seed. Let the revels begin!" Geoffrey cried.
There were tankards of mead and ale, and some young men brought flagons. The young men were naked. A man had a flute and another had a drum. We all drank and sang songs and soon some of the men began to dance.
Five or six of the men were now dressed in furs, and others were naked. One of the barge men from the masque came up to me and took me to the side. He had a bear skin for me to wear. I put it on and rejoined the rest of the men. The men were chanting and dancing in rings around the fire.
Theo and Angus were dancing. They were doing great leaps and turns. The other men were impressed and the younger ones were imitating them. Theo's dancing was very clever. I assumed he danced in the Greek style. Angus danced in the style of the Scots. The flagons were never empty.
"Who will be first?" Geoff asked. William stepped forward and got on his hands and knees. A boy came up and worked some unguent or salve into his ass. Another boy coated Geoff's meat. Geoffrey got behind William.
All the men gathered around the two men. Geoff pushed and William winced. The men cheered. I knew Geoffrey's cock head was in William's ass. Geoffrey pushed a second time. William bellowed in pleasure as Geoffrey's big cock went deep.
I thought Geoffrey would pound William until he planted his seed deep in William's innards, but Geoff was in no rush. From my experience with my master, I recognized Geoff as great cock's man. He knew how to milk pleasure from his manly organ. William was shivering in response to the master fucking. The rest of us resumed dancing.
One of the younger men danced by and Geoff grabbed him. Geoff pulled his organ out and the younger man took his place burying his meat in William's ass. I continued dancing. At the time, I thought Geoff was just giving the younger men a chance to know the new men. I discovered this wasn't true. Geoffrey was the first to screw every man. Once his cock had opened the ass, there were no rules.
After fucking William, Geoffrey screwed Anthony, William's helper. Anthony was small and thin, but he had no problem taking the huge member. When Geoffrey pulled out, Old Ben filled the boy hole. Ben had no problem depositing his seed in the deepest recesses of Anthony's body.
Geoffrey moved on to two younger men I didn't know, then he came to Theo and Angus. The strong men attracted an audience. They were showmen and knew how to put on a performance. Angus wrapped his head in a fox's skin and announced his a high squeaky voice that he was fair Helen of Troy.
"Here I am, in a distant land, protected only by the strong walls of Troy," Angus squeaked. He pointed to Theo as representing Troy. Theo flexed his muscles.
"Will Achilles and his Grecian Army break through Troy's massive gate?" Angus asked. Theo swivelled, bent over and exposed his asshole to the audience. "The gate has held firm for ten long years," Angus continued. He pointed his unguent-covered finger at Theo's ass, then poked it into the hole. Theo tightened his ass muscles so Angus couldn't get in. Angus mimed stubbing his finger. The audience roared in laughter.
"Oh dear, I hurt my little finger," Angus cried in a little girlish voice. "I am safe behind my mighty wall and fortified gate." Angus made a quick jab at Theo's hole, but again Theo kept him out. There was more laughter.
"My favors are sweet as honey, but will never fall to Achilles," Angus concluded. A young man I recognized from the barge crews appeared with a bowl. Angus pivoted and bent over. The man had a smooth wooden stick. He dipped it in the bowl, coated it in a thick liquid then poked it into Angus' ass. He did this several times, then passed to bowl around the room. It was filled with honey. This struck the men as clever.
"Where is fair Helen," Geoffrey bellowed? As we were watching Theo and Angus, Geoffrey had exchanged his Ram costume for a horse head. He now laid siege to Troy. Theo was on his back with he legs spread wide. Theo could resist but not win. Old Ben ran up with the bowl of honey and poured what remained on Theo's balls and let it drip on his ass.
With one thrust, Geoffrey's cock popped into the honey lubricated hole. Most of us were either drunk, or nearly drunk by now and there was cheering. Geoffrey fucked Theo, then spied Angus to the side. He pulled out and chased Angus until he caught him and raped the Scot. Angus protested in his squeaky voice until the relentless pounding of Geoffrey's cock was too much. Angus began to growl in a deep bass tone.
This time Geoffrey didn't stop and pull out. He fucked until his balls were drained. From this point on it was a free for all. My mind was confused and my memory hazy. I do remember seeing Anthony in Geoffrey's ass and just about everyone in Anthony's hole. Anthony loved it. Later I was licking the honey and man cum brew oozing from Angus' hole while Theo fucked me. Theo pulled out suddenly and a much larger organ replaced his.
"He who is not first can still be last!" Geoffrey cried. I was his bed mate for the night. He drained his balls a second time in my ass later that night.
I woke at dawn. Geoffrey was on the bench with a man holding his legs up and spread. One of the younger men was fucking him. The boy shot off, pulled out and was replaced by another. One by one, each of the men in the chamber fucked him, each leaving his load in Geoffrey's ass.
I was the last. His hole was puffed and bloated, but the hole was still open and drooling man seed. I pushed my cock into the hole. Geoffrey clamped his ass tightly on my meat. He must have been tired, but as soon as my cock touched his ass, instinct took over. As I rubbed his innards, Geoffrey got more active. He grabbled my cock with his ass and soon we were fucking like rabbits.