Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2006 04:02:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
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.