Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2006 04:02:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: The King's Favorite 4 The King's Favorite 4 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 King James didn't visit a house. He invaded it. He had a large retinue of servants, officials, retainers and friends. There were guards, grooms for his horses, cooks, as well as a small army of supplicants, hoping for an audience with him. Large though Walsingham Manor was, we erected rows of tents in the side yards to accommodate all the people. Lord Walsingham had done it before and he seemed to take everything in stride. Geoffrey was a rock, steady and sensible. As part of his lordship's household, we moved to several tents in a distant wood several days before the King's arrival. It was quiet there. Some men wanted to be nearer the King, but George wanted to bide his time. He knew stories of his valor, beauty and his physical endowment would reach the King by way of the most effective intelligence agency in the Kingdom, servants' gossip. Lord Walsingham's servants would speak of the gentleman who was to play Hercules. He would be described as a handsome and courtly man, well spoken and courteous. They would say he was a good man who did not put on airs. The near disaster of the wind and the barge would establish George as willing to help and take actions when needed. They would also say he associated with the better sort of men. He avoided the shallow and ornamental types. He had befriended the very young, but brave Lord Templeton as well as Sir Wallace Jones. And finally, they would whisper Mr. George had lost his pants as he saved the barge, and his privy parts were a wonder. They weren't at all like the small parts of the ancient naked statue of Hercules in Lord Walsingham's Long Hall. George was hung like a stallion. All of these stories would be known by the time George appeared as Hercules. While stories brought to you by courtiers are suspect, since a courtier exists for his own benefit, those brought by servants are usually regarded as true. The masque was to be two days after the King arrived. Everyone would be tired after traveling and needed to rest. In our little encampment, I was in a tent with George and Tom. Tom had given his bedroom to his father, for the King was in the great chamber. Templeton and Wally were in another. Robert and Sir Andrew were in a third. Living in the tents was regarded as a hardship and choosing to do so was felt to be generous. In truth, it was more comfortable in the tents than in the over crowded house. Old Ben had joined us to act as Templeton's man. Templeton's servant was a boy who was frightened and terrified by all the great men of the house. I thought the old man might make it difficult for him to continue his education in the ways of manly pleasure, but Ben wasn't a problem. Old Ben was much taken by Templeton, who had saved his life as well as by George. He was deeply suspicious of women. Old Ben thought women were a waste of effort. It was not because they were wily, or gossips or unfaithful. He thought they died too easily. He had two wives. He had loved each, impregnated each, and both had died in childbirth. "At least if you fuck a man's bum, he doesn't die on you," he said. Apparently that was Geoffrey's opinion too. He had a wife and two children. She had nearly died when their last child was born, so his play was with men. There was another camp near us housing a troop of musicians, strong men and acrobats. They seemed to have somewhat disorderly lives, but when they were performing, they were good. Several were greatly taken by George. The strong men and acrobats liked George. Normally they would be called upon to make the oldest son of a noble look good in an entertainment. It was difficult for the musclemen to make the weak and sickly Lord Whatizname the victor in such events. All too often the results were comic rather than heroic. With George they had a worthy gentleman who made their work easy. It took some time for Lord Walsingham's tenants, who were naturally modest, to be comfortable being half naked. It was no problem for the strong men. Two of them, a Greek named Theodorus, and a Scot named Angus, had the massy body of the statue of Hercules. Both men were a head shorter than George, and were no rivals in handsomeness, but they were all man. I was surprised when George took a fancy to them. He saw them as being like the lesser characters in Master Shakespear's plays. They were interesting, well traveled and full of stories of adventure. Many of these stories were comic. Sometimes they were wrestlers, sometimes the bottom of the acrobats' human pyramid. Once and a while Theodorus was the grandson of the Emperor of Constantinople. After the final rehearsal on the night before the masque, they returned to our tent with George. In the masque they were to be living statues of the gods who would carry Hercules off in triumph. Up until now, the days had been hot, and the nights were cool. This evening was very warm. The strong men wore nothing but a fig leaf in their roles as statues and that is what they wore to our tent. George wore only a loincloth. The conversation was filled with puns on the theme of figs. "Aren't you embarrassed to be naked in front of so many men?" Templeton asked. He was shirtless, "It all depends on whose paying the bill and how much," Angus said in his strong Scots accent. "We are strong men, showing off our bodies is our trade. Now if someone wants to see our privy parts, it's a shilling. It's natural to want to see if we're mighty in all our parts. We are businessmen, not moralists." "It is better to strip and eat, than to die fully clothed," Theodorus said. "The young man has led a sheltered life, and he underestimates the tenuousness of life," George said. "What is a pittance for a noble is the difference between life and death in a cold winter for the poor." "If you would go bare for a shilling, what would you do for two?" Templeton asked. He was smiling. "For a young man sheltered as you are, I might do many things," Angus said. He had a sly look on his face and I knew his meaning. He knew Templeton was curious, and suspected he was not as sheltered as he claimed. "And if you were to grant us your friendship, the cost would not be so dear," Theodorus said. "Showing our bodies is our work, but we like pleasure too. Especially if it is with handsome gentlemen. I am a foreigner in a strange land," Theodorus continued. "I have no family, only friends. A shilling is good, but a good friend is better." "I take it you know putting off pleasure in this life, so you can enjoy it in the next is a bad bargain," George said. Angus winked at him. "It seems to be postponing pleasure for the next life is well and good. But what if you have committed some secret sin and you are sent to hell any way?" Angus asked. "You would have no pleasure in this life nor the next. If you enjoy yourself now, at least you will have that." "You are a philosopher," Templeton said. "I don't want to shock you noble gentlemen," Angus said. "I have a warm spot for the sins of the flesh. Treachery and deceit are the great sins. Compared to foul murder and violent rape, a little cock play between friends is but a twig on the great oak of sin." He began to undo the fig leaf. "It was getting tight." "Might I try it on?" Templeton asked. "Surely," Angus said. "Mine is simple and easy to wear. Theo's is much more complicated. He has a larger member and it's harder to insure modesty." Angus private parts matched the statue well. He had big balls, tightly held to his body. At first I thought his cock was wondrously thin. I was dark, and when I got a better look, I saw I had mistaken his skin for the cock. There was a large mushroom halfway up the tube of skin. When Templeton dropped his pantaloons and hose, Angus exclaimed, "His Lordship is a marvel! My leaf will not come close to covering your manhood from admiring glances." We were in a tight cluster near a single lantern. The leaf was attached to a sock like pouch, with a rawhide strap to tighten it. "It is the perfect leaf for Ralph," George said. "Try it, dear friend." I was only wearing a loincloth, so I dropped that and Angus helped me attach the leaf. "I certainly am glad it held on with a tie," Templeton said. "I had environed a painful pin!" Angus and Theo laughed. Angus didn't object to playing with my cock and I think he took his time. "I think the leaf suits you," George said. "As much as the bear suit?" Angus asked. "That was certainly a fine piece of work!" "Ralph was born with most of the costume," George said. "His bulk and fur were the keys to Master Inigo's design. Now how do we get a leaf to preserve Templeton's modesty?" "He has nothing to be modest about," Theo said. "He can try mine, but there is more art and effort needed. One part might offend him." "There is a hold down strap," Theo said. He turned his back to us and bent over. A leather strap went from the bottom of the leaf and vanished into his buns. The stood up and turned to us. "There is a ball in my hole that holds it down." "It must be a large ball for it not to be ejected," George observed. "I hope it is not painful?" "It is not as bad as one might think," Theo said, smiling broadly. George was smiling too. They understood. "Come here and I will take it out and relieve the strain," George said. "I will do it gently, so you need not fear." George dropped his trousers and the men saw his huge cock for the first time. "You don't need to be too gentle sir," Theo said. "I've taken bigger." "How big?" George asked. "I'll tell you tomorrow morning," Theo replied. George pulled on the leather strap pulling the ball out. It was a wooden ball, painted bright red. I saw the red paint stretching Theo's hole wide open, but just before it popped out, George let go. Theo's ass swallowed it again. "Oops!" George exclaimed. "I'll have to try again."Theo was well equipped and it took George a remarkably long time to get the ball out of its dark home. Theo had big balls and a thick cock of moderate length. With each failed effort to extract the ball, Theo got harder. "Does it hurt?" Templeton asked. Theo smiled. "A little, but in a good way," he replied. "I take it you've never been plugged?" "I haven't had that pleasure," Templeton replied. "I am new to these things." "He is still a novice, but he is also an enthusiast," George said. "His experiences to date have all been good." "Is he your apprentice?" George laughed. "In some ways, yes." "Let me tell you truly. I would love to help with your education and plug you, but Master Angus might be the best guide," Theo said. "My education began poorly, and it has taken some time to learn how to take pleasure. Angus both likes to introduce men to their bodies, and is a master of those skills." "I am not sure I am ready." "I hope you don't object if I speak plainly, but I think you're in season," Theo replied. He gasped as George finally pulled the ball out. His hole stayed open for a few moments before it closed. George spit on his hand and coated his cock with it. Angus appeared with a small bottle. "Use this unguent. It will make it easier," he said as he poured a little on George's organ. I don't know what it was, but it smelled good. Theo was no virgin, and he looked excited as George got ready to enter. "Slow or fast?" George asked. "Whatever pleases you, kind sir" Theo said. In the blink of an eye, Theo was impaled. His eyes rolled back into his head and he gasped. I knew Templeton liked George and I had a suspicion he wanted to be first opened up by my master's huge battering ram. As the monster rammed over and over agin into Theo's ravaged ass, Templeton looked at Angus in a new way. I don't like to think of my master as a schemer, but I later found out, this was all planned in advance. George knew of the young man's lusts and wanted to satisfy them. He also knew Templeton was shy and a bit timid. George was afraid he either would not get into the boy's ass, at all, or hurt him if he did. Angus lusted after the boy and had told Theo of his passion. They planned so that Angus would be the first to plug him, then George would use the Scot's seed on his trip up the love canal. I would never make such a plan, as there were too many chances for it to fail. George never considered failure. Later in his life this lead to disaster, but improbably, the scheme worked perfectly this time. Angus got Templeton on his the bed and got his legs up on the edge, so his ass and cock were open. I knew men who loved cock, but Angus loved the balls and ass. He took the boy's balls into his mouth one, by one the licked his way down to his hole. His tongue licked around it and tried to penetrate into his hole. Templeton's ass was too tight for that. I felt sorry for Templeton as his meat remained untouched. He in the light of the single lantern I could see the cock juices running from his piss slit like a miniature stream. I leaned over and gently licked his organ. Angus was a man of surprises. He had several balls like that which had just been in Theo's ass. The balls were graduated in size. Angus would tongue Templeton's ass, lick a ball and push it in the quivering ass. He would then pull it out and repeat the process with a larger ball. He did this five times. I continued to lick Templeton meat, so I knew how he reacted to each penetration. He barely noticed the first balls, but with the third he tensed as the object pushed through the ring. When the ball was safely in the chute, the flow from his cock would increase. The fourth ball was harder to take, but the cock juice flowed even more freely when it was in. Angus took his time pulling the ball out this time. The fourth ball must have pressed the nut as the base of the cock. The boy moaned when the ball pressed it. When he pulled to ball out, Angus' tongue returned to the hole. Kissing and rubbing the hole with his tongue, he soothed the stretched opening. The fifth ball was almost the size that had been in Theo's ass. It took a while to get this one in and Templeton winced when it was forced through. This time Templeton shot a single volley of man seed into my mouth. Angus took his time removing the fifth ball. The sixth penetration was his cock. Angus possessed a huge knob, the size of a large plumb or small apple. This wonder sat at the top of a thin, but long shaft. He slowly pushed the knob into Templeton's quivering hole. The hardest cock doesn't approach that of the wood balls. It popped in easily and the rest slid in without effort. All tenseness vanished from Templeton once Angus' organ was fully lodged. At first he was just relieved to have taken it, but it didn't take long for him to enjoy it. He began to wiggle his buns to force the organ into unexplored parts of his chute. Suddenly Angus began to moan. I had been so worried about Templeton, I had forgotten about him. When Templeton began to react to his thrusts, Angus's balls let loose their seed. His whole body shook and shivered as he let loose. He pulled out. George was ready to take his place. He had fucked Theo. He made love to Templeton. The five balls and Angus's seed had opened the boy's ass. George slipped is cock into the hole slowly. He took his time. I don't think it was easy for Templeton, but it was deeply satisfying. I remembered back to when George first screwed me. I had felt honored this handsome man would want me as a partner. George had the choice of anyone he wanted, and he chose me. Some women feel they are used by men for the man's pleasure. In some ways I used George for mine. His cock, thrusting deep into my innards have given me more pleasure than anyone I had ever been with. Looking at Templeton, I saw him feeling new things he had not even dreamed about. There were levels of pleasure he did not know existed. That night I let them sleep together. The King would see George as Hercules the next day and George might well have a new life as the King's favorite. As the King and his retinue rested through the morning and into the afternoon, we did the final preparations for the masque. The King had not enjoyed Johnson's last masque. It had been too short and the allegories too obscure for the King. The King liked long masques because they were more expensive and thus reflected better on him. He also liked a good story he could understand. Johnson's last masque had been on marital fidelity. It was intended to be a tribute to his relationship with Queen Ann, but King James took it as reference to his mother. That was not good. Johnson was taking pains to insure this masque would restore him to good favor. "The king can forgive generously once, but not twice," Johnson said. He wasn't going to fail this time. Inigo Jones wanted the fame that comes only with association with royalty. His fantastical designs for masques were a way to the King's patronage. The Queen much favored Inigo. The Labors of Hercules was a way to get deeper into the King's affection. >From my position, either in the water pushing a barge, or as the bull, I couldn't get a full picture of the masque. At the last rehearsal, we had the fountains working and it was impressive. Inigo and Ben seemed to have thought of everything. The masque was to start at before the sun set and end in the dark. I had been working with the Sea Gods for more than a month. They were a good lot and looked very different from they had when I first met them. Instead of being pink and white, their bodies were brown, colored by the sun. All had grown beards, except for the boys. When they donned their exotic head dresses of fish and sea plants and fish scale loin cloths, they looked as godlike as any English yeoman farmer could. It was hard to believe such a vast enterprise could proceed without a hitch, but Johnson and Jones had done it before. We were blind, either behind the back drop, or struggling with the barges. There were signal men in the audience to send messages to another man stationed in the backdrop. He would tell us when to get ready and then when to move the barge into place. I was use to being naked or semi naked now, but when I glanced or from the back drop and saw the audience, I was worried. To be naked in front of his Lordships men was one thing, but in front of King James and his court was another. The signal man waved a flag and we pushed the first barge into the main pool. I was a gold barge in the form of an ancient ship in the middle was Lord Walsingham surrounded by twenty boys and girls dressed as cupids, fanning him. There was a roar of applause as the barge reached the middle of the pool. Lord Walsingham stood and read an ode of welcome. He had a booming voice and it was impressive, if overly long. We then pushed the barge to the front and his Lordship disembarked, the cupids raced up the hill to the royal party and fanned them. There was another burst of applause. The musicians began to play and acrobats did somersaults in the audience, as we pushed the barge back to the canal. I swam back and then guided the second barge into place. This had a mountain on it and a chorus of men. They sang a song about manly virtue. The mountain broke open. The fountains spewed plumes of water and then Hercules rose form the middle of the shattered mountain. He was all but naked, but the light of the setting sun showed him to great advantage. He declaimed a poem on manly virtues. Granting that he was still young, he said he feared his true virtues would never be tested. At that point Jupiter appeared at the top of the backdrop and told Hercules about the twelve labors. Geoffrey immediately appeared as a lion and the two men had an acrobatic fight to the death. Hercules skinned the lion and then donned the skin. This turned him from being all but naked to maybe three quarters naked. The fight with the lion was a great success. There was another musical interlude, this time with dancers. I guided the third barge into place. Thus, it went for hours. Two barges later Geoffrey took my place leading the barges and I got into my bull suit. I had a huge headdress with horns an actual bull tail, balls and cock. My scene was a comical interlude. George declaimed on the huge bull, but he looked mostly at the gigantic balls hanging from my costume. The audience roared in laughter. At the end, I was killed of course. Hercules cut open my ball sack, pulled out the balls, and opened them. Lord Walsingham's cooks had made meat balls of pork, beef and bull balls. Hercules put these on a plate and a water nymph carried them to the King. James picked one, made a bawdy joke and ate it. Servants appeared with plates of meatballs, enough for the entire audience. The fountains were now illuminated by torches, and fireworks began to accompany the later scenes. It was like a dream of another world, totally fantastical. Finally Hercules gave a speech comparing the simple labors of the ancient Hercules, compared to the modern Hercules who had to guide his nation though the perils of treachery, treason and false religion. With that, the sky filled with fire works. I was behind the backdrop and I saw Ben and Inigo looking very happy. I thought the night was over, but we were called to meet the King. I had never met the King and had only seen his image on coins. He looked very happy and pleased. "Come to me great Hercules and introduce me to your troop," he ordered. "Not a troop your Majesty, but just loyal subjects who are honored to give you pleasure." "And pleasure they did give me," the King said in a Scots accent. George introduced the men. The king had watched the entire masque and seemed to have noted every detail. George introduced me as "Ralph, my man and my Bull." "You are lucky to have such a good man," the King said. "He has the best balls I've eaten in years." There was more laughter. After the introductions, everyone left except for Lord Walsingham, George and me. As George's servant, I stayed. "I have not seen you around the house, fair Hercules. Where have you been?" "I moved to the woods to make room for his Lordship's worthy guests," George replied. "Well you must move to the house," the King said. "I am afraid there is no room," George replied. "I think there will be room," his Majesty said. "Would you help me walk to the house? My legs are weak and I am tired." "At your command," George said, making a sweeping bow. "Oh dear, you must think me a fool. You must be tired after that wondrous performance," the king said. "Not at all, your Majesty. It would be the greatest honor," George said. "Unless you are embarrassed at being accompanied by two almost naked men. Your retinue is so splendid." "Some men are better dressed naked than others dressed in the finest silks," the King said.